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Hated by one he loves ; hrav'd by his brother ;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note book, learn'd and conn'd by vote
To cast into my teeth. There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ;
If that thou need'st a Roman's, take it forth :
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Cesar ; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'st him better
Than ever thou lov'st Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger,
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope J
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire ;
Who much enforc'd, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill temper'd vexeth him !
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too [Embracing.
Cas. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter ?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When the rash humor which my mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful ?
Bru. Yes, Cassius ; and from henceforth,
When you are over earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think four mother chides, and leave you so.
II.--SPEECHES AND SOLILOQUIES.
I.--Hamlet's Advice to the Players.-
TRAGEDY Of Hamlet. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you ; trippingly on' the tongue.' But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town cri. er had spoken my lines. And do not saw the air too
much with your hands ; but use all gently : For in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robusteous, perriwig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who (Tor the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. Pray yon avoid it.
Be not too tame, neither ; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'er. slep net the modesty of nature ; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end is--to hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy of, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of one of which must, in your allowance, o'crweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! There be play. ers that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, that, neither having the accent of Christian, nor the gait of Christian, pagan nor man, have so struted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. II.- Douglas' Account of himself.
Tragedy Of Douglass.
MY name is Norral. On the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks ; a frugal s wain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself at home.
For I had heard of battles, and I long'd
To follow to the field some warlike lord ;
And heaven soon granted what my sire (lenied.
This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield,
Had not yet fill'd her horns, when by her light,
A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills,
Rush'd like a torrent, down upon the vale,
Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds ded
For safety and for succor. I alone,
With bended bow, and quiver full of arroirs,
Horer'd about the enemy, and mark'd
The road he took ; then hasted to my friends,
Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,
I met advancing. The pursuit Iled,
Till we o'crtook the spoil encuunber'd foe.
We fought—and conquer'd. Ere a sword was drawn,
An arrow from my bow, had piere'd their chief,
Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Returning home in triumph, I disdain'd
The shepherd's slothful life ; and having heard
That our good king had summon'd his bold peers,
To lead their warriors to the Carron' side,
I left my father's house and took with me
A chosen servant to conduct my steps-
Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master.
Journejing with this intent, I pass'd these towers,
And heaven directed, came this day to do
The happy deed, that gilds my humble name.
III.-Dcuglas' Account of the Hermit.- 1b.
BE EATH a mountain's brow, the most remote
And inaccessible, by shepherds trod,
In a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand,
A hermit liv'd ; a melancholy man,
Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains.
Austere and lonely, cruel to himself,
Did they report him ; the cold earth his bed,
Water his drink, his food the shepherd's alms.
I went to see him ; and my heart was touch'd
With rev'rence and with pily. Mild he spake ;
And, entering on discourse, such stories told,
As made me oft revisit his sad cell.
For he had been a soldier in his youth ;
And fought in famous battles, when the peers
Of Europe, by the bold Godfredo led,
Against th' usurping infidel displav'd
The blessed cross, and won the Holy Land.
Pleas'd with my admiration, and the fire
His speech struck from me, the old man would shake
His years away, and act his young encounters :
Then, having show'd his wounds, he'd sit him down,
And all the live long day discourse of war.
To help my fancy, in the smooth green tuff
He cut the figures of the marshall'd hosts ;
Describ'd the motions, and explaind the use
Of the deep column and the lengthen'd line,
The square, the crescent, and the phalanx firm,
For all that Saracen or Christian kirew
Of war's vast art, was to this hermit known.
IV.- Sempronius' Speech for War --TRAG. Of Cato.
MY voice is still for war. Gods! Can a Roman senate long debate, Which ol the two to choose, slavery or death! No—let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him. Perhaps some arm more lucky than the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage. Rise, Fathers, rise ; 'tis Rome demands your help : Rise and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Or share their fate. The corps of half her senate Manure the fields of Thcssaly, while we Sit here deliberating in cold debates, If we should sacrifice our lives to honor, Or wear them out in servitude and chains. Rouse up, for shame! Our brothers of Pharsalia Point at their wounds, and cry aloud, To battle : Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst us.
V.—Lucius' Speech for Peace.--]B.
MY thoughts, I must confess, are turn'd on peace ;
Already have our quarrels fill'd the world
With widows and with orphans : Scythia mourns
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome :
'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind.
'Tis not Cesar, but the gods my Fathers !
The gods declare against us, and repel
Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle
(Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair)
Were to refute th' awards of Providence,
And not to rest in heaven's determination.
Already have we shown our love to Rome :
Now let us 'show submission to the gods.
We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves,
But free the commonwealth. When this end fails,
Arms have no further use. Our country's cause,
That drew our swords, now wrests them from our hands,
And bids us not delight in Roman blocd
Unprofitably shed. What men couid do,
Is done already. Heaven and earth will witness,
If Rome must fall that we are innocent.
VI.—Hoispur's Account of the Fopil.—Henry IV.
MY liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord ; neat ; trimly dress'd ;
Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble land, at harvest home.
He was perfum'd like a milliner ;
And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet box, which, ever and anon,
He gave his nose.
And still he smil'd and talk'd :
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holliday and lady terms
He questional me ; among the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf ;
I then, all smarting with my wounds, being galld
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd—negligently—I know not what
He should or should not ; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (heaven save the mark !)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was spermaceti fer an inward bruise
And that it was great pity, (so it was)
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns,
He Would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;
And I beseech you, let not this report
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love, and your high Majesty.
VII.-Hotspur'a Soliloquy on the Contents of a Letter.
Ів. “ BUT, for mine own part my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear youv house." He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then!In respect of the love he bears Our house ? He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more.
« The purpose you undertake is dangerous." Why, that's certain ! 'tis dangerous te take a cold, to sleep, to drink ;