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XXII.—Antony's Oration over Cesar's Body.
I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me :
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept !
I thrice presented him a kingly crown;
Which he did thrice refuse: Was this ambition?
And sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ;
You all did love him once; not without cause ;
Have stood against the world! Now lies he there,
O Masters! If I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar;
Let but the commons hear this testament,
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcome the Nervii
Look! In this place ran Cassius' dagger through-
Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd;
E'en at the base of Pompey's statue,
(Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell.
Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
They that have done this deed are honourable!
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it! They are wise and honourable,
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,
Show you sweet Cesar'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
XXIII. Falstaff's Soliloquay on Honour. OWE heaven a death! 'Tis not due yet; and I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so for
ward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matterhonour pricks me on. But how, if honour pricks me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set a leg? No; or an arm? No; or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air; a trim reckoning.Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honour is a mere 'scutcheon-and so ends my catechism. XXIV. Part of Richard III's Soliloquy, the night preceding the Battle of Bosworth.
"TIS now the dead of night, and half the world
With all the weary courtship of
My care tir'd thoughts, can't win her to my bed,
Though e'en the stars do wink, as 'twere, with overwatching
I'll forth, and walk awhile. The air's refreshing,
And the ripe harvest of the new mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
How awful is this gloom! And hark! from camp to camp
That the fix'd centinels almost receive
The secret whisper of each other's watch!
Steed threatens steed in high and boasting neighings,
Piercing the night's dull ear. Hark! From the tents,
With clink of hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation: while some,
With patience sit, and inly ruminate
The morning's danger. By yon heaven, my stern
And once more try to sleep her into morning.
XXV. The World compared to a Stage.
And all the men and women, merely players.
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining Schoolboy; with his satchel,
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Justice;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Is second Childishness, and mere Oblivion;
EXEMPLIFYING CERTAIN PARTICULARS, ON THE PROPER EXPRESSION OF WHICH, THE MODULATION AND MANAGEMENT OF THE VOICE, IN READING AND SPEAKING,” PRINCIPALLY DEPEND.
I.-Examples of ANTITHESIS; or the Opposition of Words or Sentiments.
1. THE manner of speaking is as important as the matter.-Chesterfield.
2. Cowards die many times; the valiant never taste of death but once.-Shakespeare.
3. Temperance, by fortifying the mind and body, leads to happiness; intemperance, by enervating the mind and body, ends generally in misery.-Art of Thinking.
4. Title and ancestry render a good man more illustrious; but an ill one more contemptible. Vice is infamous, though in a prince; and virtue honourable, though in a peasant.-Spectator.
5. Almost every object that attracts our notice, has its bright and its dark side. He who habituates himself to look at the displeasing side, will sour his disposition, and consequently, impair his happiness; while he who constantly beholds it on the bright side, insensibly ameliorates his temper, and, in consequence of it, improves his own happiness, and the happiness of all around him.-World.
6. A wise man endeavours to shine in himself; a fool to outshine others. The former is humbled by the sense of his own infirmities; the latter is lifted up by the discovery of those which he observes in others. The wise man considers what he wants; and the fool what he abounds in. The wise man is happy when he gains his own approbation; and the fool, when he recommends himself to the applause of those about him.-Spectator.
7. Where opportunities of exercise are wanting, temperance may in a great measure supply its place. If exercise throws off all superfluities, temperance prevents them; if exercise clears the vessels, temperance neither satiates nor