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creature has the heart of a lion ; but who can resist fire at once :- And so Pompey barked for assistance-the hurt he received was upon his chest-the doctor would not advise hiin to venture out till the wound is healed, for fear of an inflamation. Pray what's trumps ?"

Sir C. My dear, you'd make a most excellent actress.

Lady R. Well, now, let's go to rest-but, Sir Charles, Low shockiogly you play'd that last rubber, when I stood looking over you!

Sir C. My lore, I played the truth of th game.
Lady R. No, indeed my dear, you played it wrong:
Sir C. Po! Nonsense! You don't understand it.
Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allowed to play bet-
Sir C. All conceit, my dear! I was perfectly right.

Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was the play,

Sir C. Po! po! Ridiculous! The club was the card; against the world.

Lady R. Oh! No, no, non- -I say it was the diamond.
Sir C. Madam, I say it was the club.
Lady R. What do you fiy into such a passion for?

Sir C. Death and fury! Do you think I don't know what l'in about? I tell you once more, the club was the judgment of it.

Lady R. May be so-lave it your own way.

Sir °C. Vexation! You're the strangest woman that ever lived; there's no conversing with you.-Look 'ye here, my Lady Racket'tis the clearest case in the world-i'll make it plain in a moment.

Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha!

Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had ledthey were six-10, no, no--they were seven, and we nine —

then, you know the beauty of the play was to

Lady R. Well, now, 'tis amazing to me,that you can't see it. Give me leave, Sir Charles- your left hand adversary had led his last trumpand he had before finess. ed the club, and roughed the diamond—now if you had put on your dianıond

Sir O. But, Madam, ve played for the odd tricks

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Eady R. And sure the play for the odd trick

Sir C. Death and fury ! Can't you hear me ?
Lady R. Go on, Sir.
Sir C. Hear me, I say. Will you hear me ?
Lady R. I never heard the like in


life. Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the patience of a Sioic. Very well, madam! you know ho more of the game than


father's leaden Hercules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening

Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!

Sir C. You're a vile woman,and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you.

Ladyk. As you please, Sir.

Sir C. Madam, it shall be as I please--I'll order my chariot this moment. [Going.) I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you-[Going] And when your family were standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering fur Whitechapel needless, my ancestors. my an., cestors, Madam, were squandering away whole estates at cards; whole estates, my lady Racket-[She humsa' tune] Why, then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, good, bad, or indiffer: ent. Look ye, my lady Racket-thus it stood the trump being led, it was then


businessLady R. To play the diamond, to be sure.

Sir C. I have done with you forever; aod so you may tell your father.

Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in! Ha! ba! I promise him I not give up my judgment.

Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir C. My lady Racket-look'ye, Ma'am, once more, out of pure good bature

Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good nature.

Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with 'ıne to tell you, the club was the play.

Lady R. Well, be it so I have no objection.

Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the worldwere nine, and


Lady R. And for that very reason, you know the club was the best in the house.

Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to you. You're a base woman--I'll part with you forever, you may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreeus, till you grow as fantastical yourself-I'll set out for London this instant Stops at the door] The club was not the best in the house.

Lady R. How calm you are! Well, I'll go to bed. Will you come ? You had better- -Poor Sir Charles.

[Looks and laughs, then exit. Sir C. That ease is provoking-(Crosses to ihe opposite door where she went out.)I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you(Walks back as fast as he can) I am resolved upon it; and I know the club was not the best in the house.

VIH.--Brutus and Cassius.-SHAKESPEARE. Cas. THAT you bave wrong'd me, doth app ar in this ; You have condemood and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man was slighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.

Cas. At such a time as this, is it not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment ?

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condeinn'd to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm ?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption;
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Cas. Chastisement ?

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember, Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What! shall one of us, That stru the foremost man of all this worlds Bat for supporting robbers; Shall we now

Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honors,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me:
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself
"To hedge me in: I am a soldier,
Older in practice, abler than yourself,
To make conditions,

Bru. 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 open your health: tempt me no farther.

B 4.-Away, slight man!
Cas. Ist possible!

Bru Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted when a madınan stares ?

Cas. Must I endure all this!
Bru. Ail this ! Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
Aud inake your bondmen tremble. Must I badge ?
Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor!
You shåll digest tbe venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Eas. Is it come to this ?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier ;
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it sball please me well. For my own part
I shall be glad to learn of noblemen.

Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me Brutusy
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I


better? Bru. If you did I care not. Cas. When Cesar liy'd he durst not thus hare mor'd me,

denied me;

Bru. Peace peace ; you durst not so have tempted hims,
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.

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry foró
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ;
Fir 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
Fr certain sums of gold, which you
I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants, their vile trash,-
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions ;
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius a
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 himn in pieces.
Cas. I denied


not. Bru. You did,

Cas. I did not; he was but a fool That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd ng:

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities ;
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like


faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they did appear: As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come Anthony ! And young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius : For Cassius is weary of the world

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