"I travail with another objection, Signor, which I fear will be enforced against the author ere I can be delivered of it," says Mitis.

"What's that, sir ?" replies Cordatus.

Mitis:--"That the argument of his comedy might have been of some other nature, as of a duke to be in love with a countess, and that countess to be in love with the duke's son, and the son to love the lady's waiting maid; some such cross-wooing, better than to be thus near and familiarly allied to the times." Cordatus: "You say well, but I would fain hear one of these autumn-judgments define _Quin sit comoedia_?
If he cannot, let him concern himself with Cicero's definition, till he have strength to propose to himself a better, who would have a comedy to be _invitatio vitae, speculum consuetudinis, imago veritatis_; a thing throughout pleasant and ridiculous and accommodated to the correction of manners." That was what he meant his comedy to be, and so he conceived the popular comedy of the day, _Twelfth Night_ and _Much Ado_.

Shakespeare might play with dukes and countesses, serving-women and pages, clowns and disguises; he would come down more near and ally himself familiarly with the times.

So comedy was to be medicinal, to purge contemporary London of its follies and its sins; and it was to be constructed with regularity and elaboration, respectful to the Unities if not ruled by them, and built up of characters each the embodiment of some "humour" or eccentricity, and each when his eccentricity is displaying itself at its fullest, outwitted and exposed.