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Environed me, and howlèd in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling waked, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell;
Such terrible impression made my dream.

Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you ;
I am afraid, methinks, to hear


tell it.
Clar. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done these things,
That now give evidence against my soul,
For Edward's sake ; and, see how he requites me!
O God! if my deep prayers can not appease thee,
But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,
Yět execute thy wrath on me alone :
Oh, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!
I prithee, Brakenbury, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
Brak. I will, my lord ; God give your grace good rest ! -

(CLARENCE reposing himself on a chair.
Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Princes have but their titles for their glòries,
An outward honor for an inward toil :
And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of restless cares :
So that between their titles and low name,
There's nothing differs but the outward fame. SHAKSPEARE.

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE, one of the greatest of all poets, was born at Stratfordon-Avon, Warwick County, England, in April, 1564. His father, John Shakspeare, a woolcomber or glover, rose to be high bailiff and chief alderman of Stratford. William is supposed to have received his early education at the grammar-school in his native town. We have no trace how he was employed between his school-days and manhood. Some hold that he was an attorney's clerk. Doubtless he was a hard, though perhaps an irregular student. He married Anne Hathaway in 1582, and soon after became connected with the Blackfriar's Theater, in London, to which city he removed in 1586 or 1587. Two years subsequent he was a joint proprietor of that theater, with four others below him in the list. Though we know nothing of the date of his first play, he had most probably begun to write long before he left Stratford. Of his thirty-seven plays, the existence of thirty-one is defined by contemporary records. He became rich in the theaters, with which he ceased to be connected about 1609. He had previously purchased the principal house in his native town, where he passed the residue of his life, and died in April, 1616. We can only refer students that wish to know more of this great poet, to his writings, an extended description of which is rendered unnecessary by the selection immediately preceding the above. V.

123. NORVAL.


Enter first GLENALVON ; and soon after, Norval. The latter seems

looking off at some distant object. LENALVON. His port I love; he's in a proper mood

To chide the thunder, if at him it roared. [Aside.
[Aloud.] Has Norval seen the troops ?

The setting sun
With yellow rādiance lightened all the vale,
And as the warriors moved, each polished helm,
Corslet, or spear, glanced back his gilded beams.
The hill they climbed, and, halting at its top,
Of more than mortal size, towering they seemed
A host angelic, clad in burning arms.

Glen. Thou talk'st it well ; no leader of our host
In sounds more löfty talks of glorious war.

Norv. If I should e'er acquire a leader's name,
My speech will be less ardent. Novelty
Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration
Vents itself freely ; since no part is mine
Of praise pertaining to the great in arms.

Glen. You wrõng yourself, brave sir ; your martial deeds
Have ranked you with the great. But mark me, Norval,
Lord Randolph's favor now exalts your youth
Above his veterans of famous service.
Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you.
Give them all honor : seem not to command,
Else they will hardly brook your late-sprung power,
Which nor alliance props nor birth adorns.

Norv. Sir, I have been accustomed, all my days,
To hear and speak the plain and simple truth;
And though I have been told that there are men
Who borrow friendship's tongue to speak their scorn,
Yět in such language I am little skilled ;
Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel,
Although it sounded harshly. Why remind
Me of my birth obscure? Why slur my power
With such contemptuous terms?


I did not mean • To gall your pride, which now I see is great.

Norv. My pride!

Suppress it, as you wish to prosper ;
Your pride's excessive. Yět, for Randolph's sake,
I will not leave you to its rash dirěction.
If thus you swell, and frown at high-born men,
Will high-born men endure a shepherd's scorn ?

Norv. A shepherd's scorn! [Crosses left.

Glen. (Right.] Why yes, if you presume
To bend on soldiers those disdainful eyes
As if

took the měasure of their minds, And said in secret, You're no match for me, What will become of you?

Nerv. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self?
Glen. Ha! dost thou threaten me?

Didst thou not hear?
Glen. Unwillingly I did ; a nobler foe
Had not been questioned thus; but such as thou--

Norv. Whom dost thou think me?


So I am ;
And who is Norval in Glenalvon's eyes?

Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar boy ; At best no more, even if he speaks the truth.

Norv. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth ?

Glen.' Thy truth! thou'rt all a lie ; and basely false
Is the vain-glorious tale thou told’st to Randolph.

Norv. If I were chained, unarmed, or bedrid old,
Perhaps I should revile ; but, as I am,
I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval
Is of a race who strive not but with deeds. [Crosses R.
Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valor,
And make thee sink too soon benēafh my sword,
I'd tell thee—what thou art. I know thee well.

Glen. (L.) Dost thou not know Glenalvon born to command
Ten thousand slaves like thee?

Villain, no more!
Draw, and defend thy life. I did design
To have defied thee in another cause ;

But heaven accelerates its vengeance on thee.
Now for my own and Lady Randolph's wrongs!

[Both draw their swords.
Lord Randolph. Hold! I command you both! the man that stirs
Makes me his foe.

Norv. Another voice than thine
That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph.

Glen. Hear him, my lord; he's wondrous condescending! Mark the humility of shepherd Norval!

Norv. Now you may scoff in safety. [Both sheathe their swords.
Lord R. [R.]

Speak not thus,
Taunting each other, but unföld to me
The cause of quarrel; then I judge betwixt you.

Noru. Nāy, my good lord, though I revere you much,
My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment.
I blush to speak; and will not, can not speak
The opprobrious words that I from him have börne.
To the liege lord of my dear native land
I owe a subject's homage ; but even him
And his high arbitration I'd reject!
Within my bosom reigns another lord-
Honor! sole judge and umpire of itself.
If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph,
Revoke your favors, and let Norval go
Hence as he came ; alone—but not dishonored!

Lord R. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice :
The ancient foe of Caledonia's land
Now waves his banner o'er her frighted fields;
Suspend your purpose till your country's arms
Repel the bold invader; then decide
The private quarrel.

Norv. And I.

[LORD R. retires.
Glen. Norval,
Let not our vāriance mar the social hour,
Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph.
Nor frowning anger, nor yệt wrinkled hate,
Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow;
Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.

I agree to this.

Norv. Think not so lightly, sir, of my resentment: When we contend again, our strife is mortal.

[Exeunt Glen., NORV.

HOME. . John HOME, author of "Douglas" and various other tragedies, was born at Leith, Scotland, in 1722. He entered the Church, and succeeded Blair, author of “The Grave," as minister of Athelstaneford. After writing “Douglas," so violent a storm was raised by the fact that a Presbyterian minister had written a play, that he was obliged to resign his living. Lord Bute rewarded him with the sinecure office of conservator of Scots privileges at Campverc, and on the accession of George HII., in 1760, he secured a pension for the poet of £300 per annum. With an income of some £600, and the friendship of David Hume, Blair, Robertson, and other distinguished men, Home's life was passed in happy tranquillity. He died in 1808, aged eighty-six,


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(In the Senale. ] YICERO. Our long dispute must close. Take one proof more

Of this rebellion.-Lucius Catiline'
Has been commanded to attend the senate.
He dares not come. I now demand your votes -
Is he condemned to exile ?

[CATILINE comes in hastily, and flings himself on the

bench; all the senators go over to the other side. Cicero. (turning to CATILINE). Here I repeat the charge, to

gods and men,
Of treasons manifold ;—that, but this day,
He has received dispatches from the rebels;
That he has leagued with deputies from Gaul
To seize the province; náy, has levied troops,
And raised his rebel standard :that but now

1 Lucius Sergius Catiline, the de province, and frustrated in a conspirscendant of an ancient and patrician acy to kill the new consuls, he orfamily in Rome, whose youth and ganized the extensive conspiracy in manhood were stained by every vice which the scene here given occurs. and crime. He was prætor in B. C. The history of this conspiracy, which 68, was governor of Africa during ended by the death of Catiline, in a the following year, and returned to decisive battle fought early in 62, Rome in 66, to sue for the consulship. has been written by Sallust. He was Disqualified for a candidate, by an a man of great mental and physical impeachment for oppression in his powers, without moral qualities.

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