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Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in his concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire ?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?
Be gone!
Run to your houses ; fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Julius Cæsar.

XXIII.-REPROACHING WITH WANT OF FRIENDSHIP.

Cassius.--Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Brutus. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am arm’d so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; For I can raise no money by vile means ; No, Cassius, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the bard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,

denied me. Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous To lock such rascal-counters from his friends, Be ready, gods! with all

your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces.

Julius Cæsar.

Which you

XXIV.--REPROACHING WITH WANT OF MANLINESS.

O PROPER stuff!
This is the very painting of your fears ;
This is the air-drawn dagger, which you said,
Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts
(Impostors to true fear) would well become
A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Macbeth.

XXV._FEAR FROM A DREADFUL OBJECT.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com’st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: Oh, answer mel Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards :—what would your gracious figure?

Hamlet.

XXVI.-HORROR AT A DREADFUL APPARITION.
How ill this taper burns! ba! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of my eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition-
It comes upon mel Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ?
Speak to me what thou art.

Julius Cæsar.

1“Questionable" here means inviting question.

XXVII.-DEEP OR SETTLED GRIEF.

SEEMS, madam! nay, it is: I know not seems.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath;
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief
That can denote me truly: These indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play;
But I have that within which passeth show,
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Hamlet.

XXVIII.-GRIEF DEPLORING LOSS OF HAPPINESS.

Oh, now for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content !
Farewell the plumed troop and the big war
That make ambition virtue! Oh, farewell !
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone.

Othello.

XXIX.-GRIEF APPROACHING TO DISTRACTION.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murder'd, Doating like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Romeo and Juliet,

XXX_GRIEF CHOKING EXPRESSION.

Macduff._My children too!
Rosse.Wife, children, servants, all that could be found !
Macduff.And I must be from thencel my wife kill'd too ?

Malcolm.-Be comforted.
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

Macduff.He has no children !
What, all my pretty ones? Did you say all?

Malcolm.-Endure it like a man.

Macduff.-I shall.
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 were all struck for theel naught that I am!
Not for their own demerits, but for mine
Fell slaughter on their souls.

Macbeth.

XXXI.-REMORSE AND REPROACH.

Oh, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation ! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind : But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt, liable to be employed in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; And thou to be endeared to a king, Mad'st it no conscience to destroy a prince.-King John

XXXII, DESPAIR.

King Henry.How fares my lord ? speak, Beaufort, to thy

sovereign.
Cardinal Beaufort.-If thou be'st Death I'll give thee

England's treasure,
Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live and feel no pain.

King Henry.-Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
When death's approach is seen so terrible !

Warwick.-Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

Cardinal Beaufort.-Bring me to my trial when you will.
Died he not in his bed ? where should he die?
Can I make men live, whether they will or no ?
Oh! torture me no more, I will confess.-
Alive again ? then show me where he is,
I'll give a thousand pounds to look upon

him.-
He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them-
Comb down bis hair; look I look! it stands upright,
Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul !
Give me some drink, and bid the apothecary
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

King Henry._0 thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ;
Oh, beat away the busy meddling fiend
That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
And from his bosom purge this black despair!

Warwick.–See how the pangs of death do make him grin.
Salisbury.—Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.

King Henry.Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heav'n's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope,He dies and makes no sign : O God, forgive him!

Warwick. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. King Henry.- Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Henry VI.--Second Part.

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