I ought to render a candid account here of the impression made upon me by those two deluges of ink, Goldoni and Chiari.
But in the lanes and alleys of Venice I found Goldoni everywhere.
Omitting further details, it is enough to say that Italy has elected to ignore Gozzi and to deify Goldoni.
In 1731, Goldoni lost his father, an irreparable sorrow to him.
The chains of love which Goldoni courted so willingly, Alfieri regarded with the greatest shyness.
The partisans of Goldoni and Chiari took it for a gross malignant satire.
It betrayed Gozzi's critical insensibility to Goldoni's actual merits.
But Goldoni was guilty of an unpardonable sin in Gozzi's eyes.
Goldoni's comedies, again, have not enough of serious thought or of true creative imagination to be works of high art.
We have to revert for all such things to Goldoni's plays and the pages of our own Byron.