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angry when

Hated by one he loves; brav'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 rote-
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
I that denied thee gold will give my licart.
Strike as thou didst at Cesar; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’st him better
Than ever thou loróst Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger,

you' will, it shall have scope,
Do what you will, dishonor shall be huinore
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire ;
Who inuch enforc'd, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to bis Brutus,
When grief and blood ill temper'd vexeth him!

Brụ. When I spoke that, I was ill temper’d too.
Cas. Do you confess so much i Give me your lianda
Bru. And my heart too. (Embracing :)
Cas. 0 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 your mother chides, and leave you so.

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1.-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 craer had spoken my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hands; but use all gentig: 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. O!! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, perriwig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ear's of the groundlings; who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. Pray

you 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'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing ; whose end iso-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 unskil. ul laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of one of which must, in your allowance, o'erweigh 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 strutted 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

MY name is Norval. On the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
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 denie:l.
This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield,
Nad 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 vail,
Sveeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds flesh
Fur safety and for succor. I alone,
With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows,


Hover'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 I led,
Till we o'ertook the spoil encumber'd foe.
We fought--and conquer'd. Ere a sword was drawn,
An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief,
Who wore that day the arins 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 Carion side,
I left my father's hoose and took with me
A chosen servant to conduct my steps
Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master.
Journeying with this intent, I pass'd these towers,
And heaven directed, came this day to do
The happy deed, that gilds my humble name.

ill.-Douglas' Account of the Hermit.-ID.
BENEATH a mountain's brow, the most remote
And inaccessible, by shepherds trod,
lu a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand,
A hermit liv'd; a melancholly 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 shepherds' alms.
I went to see him; and my heart was touch'd
With rey'rence and with pity. 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 yeuth ;
And fought in famous battles, when the peers
Of Europe, by the bold Godfredo led,
Against th' usurping infidel display'd
The blessed cross, aod


the Holy Land. Pleas'd with ny admiration, and the fire His speech struck from me, the old man would shake His years a vay, 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 he smooth green turf He cut the figures of the marshail'd hosts; Describ'! the notions and explain'd the use Of the deep) column and the leng hen'd line, The square, the crescent, and the phalanx firm, Fer all that Saracen or Christian koew Of war's yast art, was to this hermit know

IV. Sempronius' Speech for War-TRAG. OF CAT.O.

MY voice is still for war. Gods! Can a Roman senale long debate, Which of the two to choose, slavery or death? Nomet 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 thar the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage, Rise, Fathers, rise ; 'tis Ronie demands your help: Rise and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Or share their fate. The corps of half her senate Manure the fields of Thessaly, 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 glost walks unreveng'd amongst us.

V.-Lucius' Speech for Peace.-IB.
MY thoughts, I nust confess are turn'd on peace;
Already have our quarrels fild the world
With widows and with orphans: Scythia mourns
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Lie half ur peopled 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 fue to batile
(Prom pred by blind revenge and wild despair)
Were to refuse th'awards of Providence,
And not to rest in heaven's determination.
Already have we shown rur 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 blood
Unprofitably shed. What men could do
Is done already, Heaven and earth will witness,
If Rome must fall that we are innocent.
VI.- Hotspur's Account of the Fop.--HENRY IV.

MY liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
Who 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,

his nose
And still he smil'd and talk'd:
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He eall'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He question’d me; among the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf:
I then, all smarting with my wounds, being gall'd
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd-negligently 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,(hearen save the mark))
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was spermaceti for an inward bruise ;
And that it was great pity, (so it was)
This villancus saltpetre should be digg'a
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 liimself have been a soldier.
This bald unjainted 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's Soliloquy on the Contents of a Letter.

le. “ BUT, for mine own part my lord, I could be well. contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your 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 in dangerous." Why, that's certain! 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink,

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