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XXXIII. SURPRISE AT UNEXPECTED EVENTS.
GONE to be married I gone to swear a peace!
I do not believe thee, man;
XXXIV.AMAZEMENT AT STRANGE NEWS.
Old men and beldames, in the streets, Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths ;: And when they talk of him they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear; And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist; Whilst he that hears makes fearful action, With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ;
Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes
brother's. What, are these posts despatch'd for Ireland ?-How shall we do for money for these wars ?Come, sister,-cousin, I would say ; pray pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there.Gentlemen, will you go to muster men ? If I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen :The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king has wrong'd; Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do_Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you: go muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkley castleI should to Plashy too, But time will not permit :-All is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.- .Richard II
XXXVI.-VEXATION AT NEGLECTING ONE'S DUTY.
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann d, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit. And all for nothing ! For Hecuba! Whats Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed, The
very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing—no, not for a king. Hamlet.
XXXVII.-MALICE AND REVENGE.
How like a fawning publican he looks :
Merchant of Venice,
XXXVIII.-GRAVE DELIBERATION ON WAR AND PEACE.
FATHERS, we once again are met in council: Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together, And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. How shall we treat this bold aspiring man? Success still follows him, and backs his crimes: Pharsalia gave him Rome: Egypt has since Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Or Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should decree What course to take; our foe advances on us, And envies us even Lybia’s sultry deserts. Fathers, pronounce your thoughts; are they still fix'd To hold it out and fight it to the last?
hearts subdu'd at length, and wrought, By time and ill success, to a submission ? Cato.
But wherefore do you droop? Why look you sad? Be great in act as you have been in thought; Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye: Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; Threaten the threatener, and outface the brow Of bragging horror: 'so shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviours from the great, Grow great by your example; and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution; Show boldness and aspiring confidence: What! shall they seek the lion in his den? And fright him there ? and make him tremble there?
We shall insert here, as being the most appropriate place, Collins's celebrated “Ode on the Passions."
WHEN Music, heavenly maid I was young,