> Sorry Robin; my ambiguity, not Kott's.  I meant it was a new word in
> English and Kott says that The Tempest is the first (and only time)
> Shakespeare himself uses it, not that he was the first to do so.

Fair dos, Alison.  Though the penumbra around "plantation" is interesting.
The Pale?

An OED 1586 first cite suggests the word occurred a bit earlier.

But the Irish lock itches my brain.

Shakespeare was pals with Ben Jonson, and Jonson was chummy with Donne (who
later married-off one of his daughters to Burbage).  Donne was ferociously
pro-Essex (his anti-Ralegh cracks are one of the few things i find difficult
to forgive).  So there's a bit of a mush around this.

One of the anti-Ralegh Essex poems draws on RII:

          Renowned Essex, as he past the streets,
                  Woulde vaile his bonnett to an oyster wife,
          And with a kinde of humble congie greete
                  The vulgar sorte that did admire his life:
          And now sith he hath spent his livinge breath,
          They will not cease yet to lament his death.

The trajectory of the Ralegh poems is  ... interesting.  It seems as if the
two things everyone hated about Ralegh were his grip on monopolies and his
involvement in the Essex Trial.  Bacon came out of this smelling of roses
(trust the suits to avoid the shit) but Ralegh got the blame -- "What boots
it swear the fox?"  Jeezus, the only remotely witty thing Essex ever said,
and it's gone down in history.

After Jimmie arrived and Walter got sold down the Main, the tone changes and
by "Leicester's Ghost", Ralegh is a Premature Parliamentary Hero.

Make angels weep ...

Robin

(I wuz brung up on _Shakespeare Our Contemporary_, but after the sixties it
was one of the Books Without A Name.  Sure, you recommended it, but it
carried a heavy Health Warning: DON'T REFERENCE THIS.  The only remotely
comparable text i can think of that everyone read but nobody admitted to was
Colin Wilson -- NOT Camus -- 's _The Outsider_.  )

                                  ON SIR WALTER RALEIGH

          <SNIP>

          Make the best of thy plea,
          Least the rest goe awaie,
          And thou brought for to saie
                     Wily beguilie.

          For thy skaunce and pride,
          Thy bloudy minde beside,
          And thy mouth gaping wide,
                     Mischievous Machiavell.

          Essex for vengeance cries,
          His bloud upon the lies,
          Mountinge above the skies,
                     Damnable fiend of hell,
                     Mischevous Matchivell!