
Greenblatt says that Shakespeare was seen as “Skin flint” who had little use for other people and mostly made choices for his own benefit. Greenblat also says, "It’s not a fatal flaw, as an actor you know not to give away your secrets.” A skinflint is someone who doesn’t really involve themselves in others or the world. From Shakespeare’s sonnets, plays, and reviews of His acting at that time, we know that He was a deeply passionate person. His reputation of a “skinflint” could only be an act just as all great entertainers must perform. Shakespeare's "acting" didn't stop when He got to His home either. There is a lot of speculation as to the relationship between Shakespeare and His wife. We do know that He was obligated to marry her at a young age, He cheated on her, left no good indication He did love her after He was dead, and wrote poems in regards to being lonely towards the end of his life, consider the sonnet below.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die I leave my love alone.
The sonnet is strait forward. The author is “tired” of all the obstacles. He then says that He is tired and “from these I would be gone” or in other words He wishes not to have them and “leave his "love" alone.” Thus it is speculated that Shakespeare never felt a closeness with even his family. Another good indication of Shakespeare's loneliness was that "Shakespeare never really shook his middle class roots" (Greenblatt). Just as Greenblatt proves in his famous biography, Shakespeare was always middle class personality regardless of the money and fame He acquired, just like Shaquille O'neal. Just as a new kid in school normally doesn't feel comfortable going to a new school, so did Shakespeare never really feel comfortable in an upper class society being a middle class personality. Shakespeare must have always felt alone from always having to put on an act, never able to let go and be himself unless He was actually acting. In His later years He looked back to a time in His younger life when He could be comfortable being Himself, back home in Stratford around His family who loved Him for who He was and it shows. Just as was mentioned in the section "Subject", Shakespeare spent a lot of time in Stratford His last few years and that's where His mind was, as can be seen from His plays.
The Lonely Watchmen
In the play The Tempest, the character Prospero is seen as Shakespeare writing Himself in the play as depicted earlier in this blog. The final act of Prospero was to give up his magical powers and return to the place from which he had come and claim his throne. It can be speculated that Shakespeare looked to do the same. Shakespeare desired to give up His powers of entertaining and return home to claim His thrown. So In 1611, tired of life’s challenges and His inability to achieve the popularity He once had, Shakespeare retired to the place He was born, yet He could never truly leave His true love of entertaining. From another sonnet written later in His life we can see that He was uneasy with retirement and didn’t find the fulfillment He thought He would.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
From the sonnet we can see the restlessness of a powerful mind such Shakespeare. His mind continued to be active and think deeply as it had for 50+ years. Just as Michael Jordan, Shakespeare again went back to London to take up what He loved and was good at. He did not write the plays by himself, He simply helped write three other plays and a year later He died and was buried in the place of His choice and that He loved the most, His home town of Stratford. The poem “The Lonely Watchman” I believe describes Shakespeare’s turmoil.

a stirring softness somewhere lies.
And he who is the softest inside,
hardest to appear hard he tries.
Stands tall and shines as beacon,
But lonely tears of the lighthouse who does know?
Does it wish to remain the tallest,
or wishes before someone it could bow?
But lonely tears of the lighthouse who does know?
Does it wish to remain the tallest,
or wishes before someone it could bow?
Laden with the grief of years brought,
By the ocean and its illusionary silence.
It knows how at the spur of the moment,
it turns to ruthless violence.
By the ocean and its illusionary silence.
It knows how at the spur of the moment,
it turns to ruthless violence.
Many a ships it started to love,
were sent to doom by the heartless sea,
it could just watch, do nothing about it,
Maybe that's the way it has to be.
were sent to doom by the heartless sea,
it could just watch, do nothing about it,
Maybe that's the way it has to be.
In the poem (not written by Shakespeare) we see how the lighthouse gives light to the sailors when they are in darkness or turmoil. Because of the light the watchman gives to everyone in need he is well known by everyone and remembered. But as a result of his tireless need to keep up the light house he cannot spend time with others to create friendships. The Watchmen is everyone’s acquaintance and famous but nobody’s true friend, and so it was with Shakespeare. He spent His life entertaining audiences and giving them the light of poetic art and entertainment. However because He was a dedicated entertainer, that life engulfed Him as before shown and Shakespeare became the lonely Watchmen. Greenblatt does refer to Shakespeare’s “family and a very small circle of friends” in his book, so Shakespeare’s situation was not as bad as it could have been. But Greenblatt also says that “To the poor of Stratford, this very wealthy man left the modest sum of ten pounds. Nothing to the church; nothing for the local school; no scholarship for a deserving child; no bequest to a worthy servant. Shakespeare left no appearance of an extended world of concern.” Of course this is speculation based on psychoanalysis of Shakespeare in regards to the facts that we do know. But in the introduction speculation is what this blog is trying to combat?
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