The first play which brought them into esteem, as Dryden says, was Philaster, or Love lies a Bleeding; for, before that, they had written two or three very unsuccessfully, as the like is reported of Ben Johnson before he writ Every Man in his Humour.  These authors had with the advantage of the wit of Shakespear, which was their precedent, great natural gifts improved by study.  Their plots are allowed generally more regular than Shakespear’s; they touch the tender passions, and excite love in a very moving manner; their faults, notwithstanding Beaumont’s castigation, consist in a certain luxuriance, and stretching their speeches to an immoderate length;[2] however, it must be owned their wit is great, their language suited to the passions they raise, and the age in which they lived is a sufficient apology for their defects.  Mr. Dryden tells us, in his Essay on Dramatic Poetry, that Beaumont and Fletcher’s plays in his time were the most pleasing and frequent entertainments of the stage, two of theirs being acted through the year for one of Shakespear’s or Johnson’s; and the reason he assigns is, because there is a certain gaiety in their comedies, and a pathos in their most serious plays which suits generally with all men’s humours; but however it might be when Dryden writ, the case is now reversed, for Beaumont and Fletcher’s plays are not acted above once a season, while one of Shakespear’s is represented almost every third night.  It may seem strange, that wits of the first magnitude should not be so much honoured in the age in which they live, as by posterity;[3] it is now fashionable to be in raptures with Shakespear; editions are multiplied upon editions, and men of the greatest genius have employed all their power in illustrating his beauties, which ever grow upon the reader, and gain ground upon perusal.  These noble authors have received incense of praise from the highest pens; they were loved and esteemed by their cotemporaries, who have not failed to demonstrate their respect by various copies of verses at different times, and upon different occasions, addressed to them, the insertion of which would exceed the bounds proposed for this work.  I shall only observe, that amongst the illustrious names of their admirers, are Denham, Waller, Cartwright, Ben Johnson, Sir John Berkenhead, and Dryden himself, a name more than equal to all the rest.  But the works of our authors have not escaped the censure of critics, especially Mr. Rhymer the historiographer, who was really a man of wit and judgment, but somewhat ill natured; for he has laboured to expose the faults, without taking any notice of the beauties of Rollo Duke of Normandy, the King and No King, and the Maids Tragedy, in a piece of his called The Tragedies of the Last Age considered, and examined by the practice of the ancients, and by the common sense of all ages, in a letter to Fleetwood Shepherd esquire.  Mr. Rymer sent one of his books as a present to Mr. Dryden, who in the blank leaves