tled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice. But the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illuminateth the face ; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, mang to arm; and then, the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of coorage—and this valor comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it at work; and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant ; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he bath, like lean, sterile and bare land, manured, husbanded and tilled, with drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be to forswear thin pota tions, and to addict themselves to sack.

XIV-Prologue to the Tragedy of Cato-Port,
TO wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius and to mend the heart,
To make mankind in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold;
For this the tragic muse first trod the stage,
Commanding tears to stream through every age;
Tyrants no more their savage nature kept,
And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Our author shuns by vulgar springs to move
The hero's glory or the virgin's love:
In pitying love we but our weakness show,
And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous causo;
Such tears as patriots shed for dying laws;
He bids your breast with ancient ardors rise,
And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes ;
Virtue confess' in humar shape he draws,
What Plato thought, and godlike Cato was:
No common object to your sight displays,
But what, with pleasure, heaven itself surveys :
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state!
While Cato gives his little senate Jaws,
What bosom beats not in his ccuntry's cause

Who sees him act, but envies every deed ?
Wh hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
E'en when proud Cesar, 'midst triumphal cars,

The spoils of nations and the pomp of wars,
Igoobly vain, and in potently great,
Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state;
As her dead father's rev'rend image pass'd,
The pomp was darken'd and the day o'ercast,
The triumph ceas'd-tears gush'd from every eye ;
The world's great victor pass'd unheeded by ;
Her last good man. dejected Rone ador'd,
And honor'a Cesar's less than Cato's sword.

B. itons attend. Be worth like this approv'd;
A od show you have the vir ue to be mov'd.
With honest scorn the first fam'd Cato view'a
Rome learning arts from Greece, whom she subdu'd.
Onr scene precariously subsists too long
O. French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage ;
B justly warm'd with your own native rage.
Such plays alone sbould please a British ear,
As Cato's self had not disdain’d to hear.
XV.-Cato’s Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul

TRAGEDY OF CATO. IT must be so-Plato thou reasonest well! Else, Whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, 1 his longing after immortality? Or, whence this secret dead, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us: 'Tis leaven itself that points out an Hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity !--thou pleasing. dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being Through what new seenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But sbadows, clouds and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when? Or where? This world was made for Cesar I'm weary of conjectures this must end them.

[Laying his hand on his sword. Thus I am doubly arm'd. My death and life, My bane and antidote are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an ends But this informs me I shall never dfe.

The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point,
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ;
But thou shalt flourish in in mortal youth;
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
XVI.-Speech of Henry V. to the Soldiers at the Siege of

XVII.-Speech of Henry V. before the Battle of Agincourt, on the Earl of Westmoreland's wishing for more Men froin England.ib.

WHAT'S he that wishes more men from England ?
My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin ;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and, if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share (if honor.
No, no, my Lord ; wish not a man from England.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland throughout my host,
That he who hath no somach to this fight,
May straight depart; his passport shall be made;
And crowns, for convoy, put into his purse.
He would not die in that man's company.
This day is called the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tiptoe, when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that vatlives this day, and sees old age,
Will yearly, on the vigil, feast his neighbors,
And say, Tomorrow is St. Crispiad;
Then will be strip bis sleeve, and show his scars.
Old men forget, yet shall not all forget,
And they'll remen.ber, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familjar in their mouths as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'ster,
Be in their flowing cups, freshly remembered.
This story shall the good nian teach his son :
And Crispian's day shall ne'er go by
From this tine to the ending of the world,
But we and it shall be remembered ;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother ; be he e'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in England, now abed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks
That fought with us upon St, Crispian's day.
XVIII.- Soliloquy of Dick the Apprentice-

FARCE, THE APPRENTICE. THUS far we run before the wind-An apothe. cary ! - Make an apothecary of me! What, cramp my genius over a pestle and mortar; mew me up in

NEVER AP

a shop, with an alligator stuffed, and a beggarly account of empty boxes! To be culling simples, and constantly adding to the bills of mortality! No! no! It will be much better to be pasted up in capitals, THE PART OF ROMEO BY A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHO PEARED ON ANY STAGE BEFORE! My ambition fires at the thought.“ But hold ; mayn't I run some chance of failing in my attempt ? Hissed-pelted laughed at-not admitted into the green room; that will never do-down, busy devil, down, down; try it again-loved by the women-envied by the men-applauded by the pit, clapped by the gallery, admired by the boxes, " Dear colonel, is'nt he a charming creature ? My lord, don't you like him of all things P-Makes love like an angel ! What an eye he has ! -Fine legs!

-I shall certainly go to his benefit."Celestial sounds! And then I'll get in with the painters, and have myself put up in every print shop-in the character of Macbeth! “ This is a sorry sight." (Stands an attitude.) In the character of Richard, “Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!" This will do rarely-And then I have a chance of getting well marriedo glorious thought! I will enjoy it, though but in fancy. But what's o'clocki it must be alinust nine. I'll away at once; this is club night-- the spouters are all met-little think they I'm in town--they'll be surprised to see me--fflgo; and trien for my assignation with my master Gargle's daughter. XIX.-Cassius instigating Brutus to join the Conspiracy

against Cesar. TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CESAR.

HONOR is the subject my story.
I cannot tell what you and o her men
Think of this life ; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as myself.
I was born free as Cesar; so were you' :
We both have fed as well ; and we can both
Endure the winter's.cold as well as he.
For once uport a raw and pusly day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
Cesar says to me. Dar'st thco. Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,

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