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lady Racket-'tis the clearest case in the world-I'll make it plain in a moment.
Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha!
Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had led they were six- no, no, no--they were seven, and we ninethen, you know as -the beauty of the play was to
Lady R. Well, now 'tis amazing to me, that you can't see it. Give me leave, Sir Charles-your left hand adversary had led his last trump--and he had before finessed the club, and roughed the diamond-now if you had put on your diamond
Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick.
life. Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the patiente of a Stoic. Very well, madam! You know no more of the game than your father's leaden Hereules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening.
Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!
Sir C. You're a vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir.
Sir C. Madam, it shall be as I please-I'll order my chariot this moment. [Going] I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tellyou-going] And when your family were standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my ancestors, my ancestors Madam, were squanderiog away whole estates at cards; whole estates my lady Racket-[She hums a tune] Why, then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, yood, bad, or indifferent. Look'ye, my lady Racket-thus it stood the trump being led, it was then my busi
Lady R. To play the diamond to be sure. Sir C. I have done with you forever; and so you may tell your father.
Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in! Ha! ha! I promise him I'll not give up my judgment,
Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir C. My lady Racket-look’ye Ma'am, once more, out of pure good nature
Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good nature.
Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with me to tell you, the club was the play.
Lady R: Well, be it so I have no objection.
Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the worldnine, and
Lady R. And for that very reason, you know the club was the best in the house.
Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to you. You're a base woman-l'll part with you forever, you may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreens, till you grow as fautastical yourself-I'll set out for London this instant.—[Stops at the door] The club was not the best in the house.
Lady R. How calm you are ! Well, I'll go to bed. Will yoŲ come? You had better- Poor Sir Charles.
(Looks and laughs, then erit.] Sir C. That case is provoking-[Crosses to the opposite door where she went out) I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you-[Walks back as fast as he can] I am resolved upon it; and I know the club was not the best in the house.
VIII.-Brutus and Cassius. Cas. THAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this ; You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, , Because I knew the man) was slighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. At such a time as this, is it not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement ?
Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember.
Cas. Brutus, bay not me;.
Bru. Go to ! You are not, Cassius.
Bru. Away, slight man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. Must I endure all this !
break : Go, show
slaves how choleric you are,
Cas. Is it come to this ?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier ;
Cas. You wrong we every way ; you wyong me Brutus ;
Bru: If you did I care not.
you durst not.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
I did send to you
peasants, their vile trash,
Cas. I denied you not.
Brie. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Bru. A fatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come Anthony! and young Octavius, come!
pen Acti The
ime ard nak
To cast into my teeth. There is my dagger,
naked breast-within, a heart
Bru. Sheath your dagger,
you will, it shall have scope,
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth When you are over earnest with
Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
11.-SPEECHES AND SOLILOQUIES.
1.-Hamlet's Advice to the Players. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you ; trippingly on the tongue. But if you inouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the iown crier had spoken my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hands; but use all gently: For in the very forrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. Ok! It offends me to the soul, to hear a robusteous, perri. mig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to