To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.

If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry

At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.

What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defense, be thus destroy'd?

EXAMPLES IN VARIOUS STYLES.

TENDERNESS.

"There's another,-not a sister;-in the happy days gone by
You'd have known her-by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen
My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison)
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills—of Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine!
I saw the blue Rhine sweep along,--I heard, or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,

The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk;
And her little hand lay lightly,-confidingly in mine;

But we'll meet no more at Bingen, loved Bingen on the Rhine!"

GENTLE-TENDER.

"Softly! She is lying

With her lips apart.
Softly! She is dying
Of a broken heart.
Whisper! She is going
To her final rest.
Whisper! Life is growing
Dim within her breast.

Gently! She is sleeping;

She has breathed her last.
Gently! While you are weeping,
She to heaven has passed!"

[MRS. NORTON.

[BYRON.

RAPID, LIGHT, AND BRILLIANT.
"I come! I come! ye have called me long:
I come o'er the mountains with light and song!
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass."

"Away! away to the mountain's brow,

Where the trees are gently waving;

Away! away to the vale below,

Where the streams are gently laving."

SLOW, AND EXPRESSIVE OF THE AWFUL.
"I had a dream-which was not all a dream:-
The bright sun was extinguished;-and the stars
Did wander-darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless and pathless; and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening—in the moonless air;

Morn came, and went, and came, and brought no day."

THREATENING CONVERSATIONAL.

Cassius. Brutus,-bay not me!

I'll not endure it. You forget yourself,

To hedge me in: I am a soldier, I,

Older in practice, abler than yourself

To make conditions.

Brutus. Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.

Bru. I say you are not!

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further!
Bru. You say you are a better soldier:

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine own part,

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus:

I said an elder soldier, not a better.

Did I say better?

Bru. If you did, I care not!

Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

Cas. I durst not?

Bru. No.

Cas. What! durst not tempt him?

Bru. For your life, you durst not!

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;

I may do that I shall be sorry for.

REVENGE-CIRCUMFLEX.

"If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? Tam a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food; hurt with the same weapons; subject to the same diseases; heal'd by the same means; warm'd and cool'd by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, REVENGE. The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction."

HORROR.

Macbeth. I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with.

Lady Macbeth.

Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom: 't is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, so, being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

SCORN.

"Ay, go thy way, thou painted thing,
Puppet, which mortals call a king,
Adorning thee with idle gems,
With drapery and diadems,
And scarcely guessing that beneath
That purple robe and laurel wreath

There's nothing but the common slime
Of human clay and human crime!
My rags are not so rich, but they
Will serve as well to cloak-decay.

"And night will come; and thou wilt lie
Beneath a purple canopy;

With lutes to lull thee, flowers to shed
Their feverish fragrance round thy bed;
A princess to unclasp thy crest,

A Spartan spear to guard thy rest.
Dream,-happy one! thy dreams will be
Of danger and of-perfidy;-

The Persian lance,-the Carian club!—

I shall sleep sounder in my tub!

DISGUST AND CONTEMPT.

Hamlet. O God! your only jig-maker. What should a man do but bemerry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

Ophelia. Nay, 't is twice two months, my lord.

Ham. So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago and not forgotten yet! Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year; but, by 'r lady, he must build churches then, or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is, "For O! for O! the hobby-horse is forgot!"

ALARM AND GRIEF.

Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak:
See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!
Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!-up, up, and see
The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites
To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.

Lady Macbeth. What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

CONTEMPT.

Polonius. What do you read, my lord?

Hamlet. Words, words,-words.

Pol. What is the matter, my lord?

Ham. Between whom?

Pol. I mean the matter that you read, my lord.

Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have gray beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am,-if, like a crab, you could go backward.

SARCASM.

Julia. Why! do you think I'll work?

Duke. I think 't will happen, wife.

Julia. What! rub and scrub your noble palace clean?

Duke. Those taper fingers will do it daintily.

Julia. And dress your victuals (if there be any)? Oh! I shall

REMORSE AND HUMILIATION.

King. Oh! my offense is rank,-it smells to heaven;

It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,—
A brother's murder! Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger-guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's—blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white-as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?

And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,—

To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd, being down? Then, I'll look up:
My fault is past. But, oh! what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul-murder !
That can not be; since I am still possess'd

go mad.

[TOBIN.