But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rend the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd for whom: and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps; MACD. Oh, relation Too nice, and yet too true! MAL. What's the newest grief? Ros. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker, Each minute teems a new one.. MACD. How does my wife? MACD And all my children ? ROSSE. Well too - MACD. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? ROSSE. No; they were at peace when I did leave 'em. MACD. Be not a niggard of your speech; how goes it? ROSSE. When I came hither to transport the tid ings, Which I have heavily borne, there ṛan a rumour MAL Be't their comfort We're coming thicher: gracious England hath That Christendom gives out Rose Would I could answer This comfort with the like: But I have words That That would be howl'd out in the desert air, The gen'ral cause! or is it a free-grief Rosse. No mind that's honest, But in it shares some wo; though the main part MACD. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it : ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. MAC. Hum! I guess at it. Ross Your castle is surpris'd,your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd; to relate the manner, Were on the quarry of these murder'd deer MAL Merciful Heav'n! What man! ne'er puil your hat upon your brows, Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it breaks MACD. My children too! Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all that would be found. MACD. And I must be from thence; my wife kil'd too! ROSE I've said. MAL. Be comforted. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, MACD. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say all? what, ali! oh, hell kite! all? MAL. Endure it like a man. Mac. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did Heav'n look on And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They They were all struck for thee? naught that I am, grief Convert to wrath: blunt not the heart, enrage it. MACD. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue But gentle Heav'n Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; MAL. This tune goes maniy Come, go we to the King, our pow'r is ready; Macbeth The night is long that never finds the day. PARDON me, thou bleeding piece of earth? That I am' meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever liv'd in the tide of times Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood! Which like dumb mou.hs, do ope their ruby lips, And And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers should but smile, when they behold SHAKSPEARE. -0000 CHAP. XXIV. ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION OVER CÆSAR's BODY, FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears, I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many capuves home to Rome, When that the poor hath cried, Cæsar-hath wept; Yet Brutus say he was ambitious? And Brutus is an honourable man. rice presented him a kingly crow; Which he did thrice refuse —Was this ambition ? And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; For when the noble Ca ar saw him stab, Quite vanquish'd him; then bu st his mighty heart; Which all the while ran blood, gear Cæsar fell. O! now you weep; and I perceive you feel Kind souls; what? weep you when you but behold Gg Good |