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More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to hope again.

--Henry VIII, iii., 2.


(See Tone Drill No. 96.)

[The tone of Exultation indicates a personal joy bordering on


Gloster on His Wooing of Lady Anne.


Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?

Was ever woman in this humour won?

I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.

What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate,

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,

The bleeding witness of her hatred by;

Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all,

But the plain devil and dissembling looks,

And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!


Hath she forgot already that brave prince,

Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,

Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,

Framed in the prodigality of nature,

Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,

The spacious world cannot again afford:

And will she yet debase her eyes on me,

That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,

And made her widow to a woful bed?

On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?

On me, that halt and am unshapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain some score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave;
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I


-Richard III, i., 2.


(See Tone Drill No. 66.)

[The tone of Despair manifests absolute helplessness.]

Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn.


"Ye scattered birds that faintly sing,

The reliques of the vernal quire!
Ye woods that shed on a' the winds
The honors of the agèd year!
A few short months, and glad and gay,
Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;

But nocht in all revolving time

Can gladness bring again to me.

"I am a bending, agèd tree,

That long has stood the wind and rain;

But now has come a cruel blast,

And my last hald of earth is gane:
Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring,
Nae simmer sun exalt my bloom;
But I maun lie before the storm,

And ithers plant them in my room.

"I've seen sae mony changefu' years,

On earth I am a stranger grown;
I wander in the ways of men,
Alike unknowing and unknown:
Unheard, unpitied, unrelieved,

I bear alane my lade o' care,
For silent, low, on beds of dust

Lie a' that would my sorrows share.

"And last (the sum of a' my griefs!)
My noble master lies in clay;
The flower amang our barons bold,

His country's pride, his country's stay:

In weary being now I pine,

For a' the life of life is dead,

And hope has left my agèd ken,

On forward wing for ever fled.


(See Tone Drill No 134.)

[The tone of Malediction denotes that the speaker wishes evil to come to some person or thing. It is usually the accompaniment of hatred.]

Curse on Rome.


Rome, sole object of my resentment!

arm has just sacrificed my lover!

Rome, to which thy Rome, which has seen thee

born, and which thy heart adores! Rome, in short, which I

hate because it adores thee! May all its neighbors, conspiring together, be able to sap its foundations! And if Italy be not sufficient, may the East ally itself with the West against her! May a hundred nations from all ends of the universe press on to level her hills and walls! let her hurl her walls on her own head, and tear out her entrails with her own hands; let the wrath of Heaven, called down by my prayers, rain upon her a deluge of fires! May I, with these eyes of mine, see this thunderbolt fall, see her houses in ashes, and laurels in the dust! see the last Roman heave his last sigh.

-Horace iv., 5.

Curse of Kehama.


I charm thy life

From the weapons of strife,
From stone and from wood,
From fire and from flood,
From the serpent's tooth,

And the beasts of blood.
From sickness I charm thee,

And time shall not harm thee;

But earth, which is mine,

Her fruits shall deny thee.

And the winds shall not touch thee

When they pass by thee,
And the dews shall not wet thee

When they fall nigh thee;

And thou shalt seek death

To release thee in vain.
Thou shalt live in thy pain
While Kehama shall reign,

With a fire in thy heart

And a fire in thy brain;

And sleep shall obey me,

And visit thee never,

And the curse shall be on thee

For ever and ever!

Duchess of York to Richard III.


Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance,
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
And never look upon thy face again.
Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;
Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more
Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st!
My prayers on the adverse party fight;

And there the little souls of Edward's children
Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,

And promise them success and victory.
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;

Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

-Richard III; iv., 4.


(See Tone Drill No. 52.)

[The tone of Confusion implies a checking or stoppage of the flow of utterance. Either the mind has ceased to think continuously or the speaker is trying to repress his real thoughts.]

An Orator's First Speech in Parliament.


The pillar of "ten-pounders" rises now, and towards the Speaker makes profoundest bow. Unused to so much honour, his weak knees bend with the weight of senate-dignities. He staggers almost falls-stares-strokes his chin-clears out

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