When that rash humor which my mother gave me, Bru.-Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, BOBADIL'S MILITARY TACTICS.—BEN JONSON. With the bombastic expression of an empty braggart.] And I WILL tell you, Sir, by the way of private and under seal, I am a gentleman, and live here obscure and to myself; but, were I known to his majesty and the lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay, three parts of his yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. how would I do it, think you? Why thus, sir. I would select nineteen more to myself; gentlemen they should be, of a good spirit, strong and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a character that I have: and I would teach these nineteen the special rules, as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccato, your Imbrocato, your Passado, your Montanto ;* till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us! Well, we would kill them; challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too: and thus would we kill, every man his twenty a day, that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand-forty times five, five times forty-two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this I will venture my * Terms of the Fencing-School. poor gentleman-like carcase to perform, (provided there be no treason practised upon us,) by discreet manhood; that is, civilly by the sword. MARC ANTONY'S ORATION.-SHAKS. FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. So are they all, all honorable men)—– He was my friend, faithful and just to me: He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious! When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, You all did love him once, not without cause; P What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might O masters! if I were disposed to stir I will not do them wrong; I rather choose Let but the commons hear his testament, And they would go and kiss dear Cæsar's wounds, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Unto their issue. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,- Look, in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him! For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. They that have done this deed, are honorable; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend: and that they know full well SCENE FROM VENICE PRESERVED.-OTWAY. [DUKE, (seated in the centre,) with Senators seated on each side. PIERRE, in chains, in front on the left. RENAULT and others in chains, near him.] Pier. You, my lords, and fathers, (As you are pleas'd to call yourselves,) of Venice; On those that bring you conquest home, and honors? Pier. Are these the trophies I've deserv'd for fighting When winds and seas conspir'd to overthrow you, And brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbors; Stepp'd not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians To stipulate the terms of sued-for peace? Produce my charge; or show the wretch that's base, Pier.-Yes, and know his virtue : His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferings Enter JAFFIER (in chains.) Pier. My friend too bound! Nay, then Our fate has conquer'd us, and we must fall. Why droops the man, whose welfare's so much mine, |