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And sure, he is an honorable man?

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once; not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason! Bear with me:
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar;
And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world! now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters! if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong. I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.

But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet; 't is his will:

Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,

And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

Unto their issue.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

You all do know this mantle : I remember

The first time ever Cæsar put it on ;

"I was on a summer's evening, in his tent,

That day he overcame the Nervii :

Look in this place ran Cassius' dagger through!

See what a rent the envious Casca made!

Through this the well beloved Brutus stabbed,
And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it!
This was the most unkindest cut of all!
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I and you, and all of us, fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
Oh! now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind souls! what weep you, when you but bebold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here !
Here is himself, marred as you see, by traitors.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny :

They that have done this deed are honorable:
What private griefs they have, alas! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise, and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reason answer you.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
I am no orator, as Brutus is ;

But as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend, and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech,
To stir men's blood. I only speak right on:
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

Show your sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny.

SHAKSPEARE.

THE VENGEANCE OF MUDARA.

To the chase goes Rodrigo, with hound and with hawk;
But what game he desires is revealed in his talk :

"Oh, in vain have I slaughtered the Infants of Lara ; There's an heir in his hall, there's the bastard MudaraThere's the son of the renegade,

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If I meet with Mudara, my spear brings him down."

While Rodrigo rides on in the heat of his wrath,
A stripling, armed cap-à-pie, crosses his path:

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"Will you ride with our party, and share our delight?”

Speak your name, courteous stranger," the stripling replied "Speak your name and your lineage, ere with you I ride."

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My name is Rodrigo," thus answered the knight;

"Of the line of old Lara, though barred from my right;
For the kinsman of Salas proclaims for the heir
Of our ancestor's castles and forestries fair,
A bastard, a renegade's offspring - Mudara-
Whom I'll send, if I can, to the Infants of Lara.".

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"I behold thee, disgrace to thy lineage!-with joy
I behold thee, thou murderer!" answered the boy:
The bastard you curse, you behold him in me;
But his brothers' avenger that bastard shall be.
Draw! for I am the renegade's offspring, Mudara ;
We shall see who inherits the life-blood of Lara!"

"I am armed for the forest chase-not for the fight;

Let me go for my shield and my sword," cries the knight.

"Now the mercy you dealt to my brothers of old,

Be the hope of that mercy the comfort you hold:
Die, foeman to Sancha-die, traitor to Lara !

As he spake, there was blood on the spear of Mudara.

LOCKHART

THE BATTLE IN HEAVEN.

Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appeared,

Up rose the victor-Angels, and to arms

The matin-trumpet sung: in arms they stood

Of golden panoply, refulgent host,

Soon banded: others from the dawning hills

Look round, and scouts each coast light-armed scout,

Each quarter, to descry the distant foe,

Where lodged, or whither fled, or if for fight
In motion or in halt: him soon they met
Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion back with speediest sail
Zophiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,
Came flying, and in mid air aloud thus cried:

Arm, warriors, arm for fight; the foe at hand,
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit

This day; fear not his flight; so thick a cloud
He comes, and settled in his face I see
Sad resolution, and secure : let each

His adamantine coat gird well, and each
Fit well his helm, gripe fast his orbed shield,
Borne even or high; for this day will pour down,
If I conjecture right, no drizzling shower,
But rattling storms of arrows barbed with fire.
So warned he them, aware themselves, and soon
In order, quit of all impediment;

Instant without disturb they took alarm,

And onward moved embattled when, behold!
Not distant far with heavy pace the foe
Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube
Training his devilish enginery, impaled

On every side with shadowing squadrons deep,
To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
Awhile; but suddenly at head appeared
Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud:
Vanguard, to right and left the front unfold,
That all may see who hate us, how we seek
Peace and composure, and with open breast
Stand ready to receive them if they like
Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
But that I doubt; however, witness, Heaven!
Heaven, witness thou anon! while we discharge
Freely our part: ye who appointed stand,
Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch
What we propound, and loud, that all may hear!

MILTON

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

To whom, in brief, thus Abdiel stern replied:
Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve
In Heaven, God ever blessed, and his divine
Behests obey, worthiest to be obeyed ;

Yet chains in Hell, not realms, expect; meanwhile
From me, returned, as erst thou saidst, from flight,
This greeting on thy impious crest receive.

So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,
Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell
On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight,
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield,

Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge

He back recoiled; the tenth on bended knee
His massy spear upstaid: as if on earth
Winds under ground, or waters forcing way,
Sidelong had pushed a mountain from his seat,
Half sunk with all his pines. Amazement seized
The rebel thrones, but greater rage, to see

Thus foiled their mightiest; ours joy filled, and shout,
Presage of victory, and fierce desire

Of battle: whereat Michael bid sound

The archangel trumpet; through the vast of Heaven
It sounded, and the faithful armies sung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined
The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose,
And clamor such as heard in Heaven till now
Was never; arms on armor clashing brayed
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise
Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew,
And flying vaulted either host with fire.
So under fiery cope together rushed
Both battle's main, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage. All Heaven
Resounded; and had earth been then, all earth
Had to her center shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could wield
These elements, and arm him with a force
Of all their regions: how much more of power
Army against army numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
Though not destroy, their happy native seat;
Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent,

From his stronghold of Heaven, high overruled
And limited their might.

MILTOR

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

LONG time in even scale

The battle hung; till Satan, who that day
Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms

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