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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 end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
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;
Bat thou shalt flourish in immortal youth:
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
XVI.-Lady Randolph's Soliloquy, lamenting the Death of her Husband and Child.
YE woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart-
Farewell a while, I will not leave you long:
For, in your shades, I deem some spirit dwells,
Who, from the chiding streams, and groaning oak,
Still hears and answers to Matilda's moan.
Oh, Douglass! Douglass! if departed ghosts
Are e'er permitted to review this world,
Within the circle of that wood thou art;
And with the passion of immortals hear'st
My Lamentation; hear'st thy wretched wife
Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost.
My brother's timeless death I seem to mourn,
Who perish'd with thee on this fatal day.
To thee I lift my voice, to thee address
The plaint which mortal ear has never heard.
Oh! Disregard me not. Though I am call'd
Another's now, my heart is wholly thine.
Incapable of change, affection lies
Buried, my Douglass, in thy bloody grave.
XVII.-Speech of Henry V. to his Soldiers, at the Siege
ONCE more unto the breach dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with the. English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry o'er the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it,
And fearfully as doth the galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostrils wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To its full height. Now on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fetch'd from fathers of war-proof;
Fathers, that like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The metal of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's a foot;
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry, England, and St. George?
XVIII-Speech of Henry V. before the Battle of Agincourt, on the Earl of Westmoreland's wishing for more Men from England.
WHAT's he that wishes more men from England!
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin ;
If we are marked to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
No, no, My lord; wish not a man from England.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, throughout my host,
That he who hath no stomach to this fight,
May straight depart: his passport shall be made;
And crowns, for convoy, put into his purse.
We 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 outlives this day, and sees old age
Will, yearly, on the vigil, feast his neighbours,
And say, to-morrow is St. Crispian :
Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars.
Old men forget, yet shall not all forget.
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar 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 remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son:
And Crispian's day shall ne'er go by,
From this time to the ending of the world,
But we and it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day 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 a-bed,
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.
XIX.-Soliloquy of Dick the Apprentice.
THUS far we run before the wind. An apothecary!Make an apothecary of me!What, cramp my genius over a pestal and mortar; or mew me up in a shop, with an allegator 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 NEVER APPEARED ON ANY STAGE BEFORE! My ambition fires at the thought.-But hold; mayn't I run soine chance of failing in my attempt? Hissed-peltedlaughed at-not admitted into the green room ;-that will never do-down, busy devil, down, down; try it againloved by the woman-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?-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 all 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 apother horse! Bind up my wounds!" These will do rarely.And then I have a chance of getting well married.Oh glorious thought! I will enjoy it though but in fancy. But what's o'clock ?-it must be almost 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 off I go; and then for my assignation with my master Gargle's daughter.
Limbs do your office, and support me well;
Bear me but to her, then fail me if you can.
XX.-Cassius instigating Brutus to join the Conspiracy against Cesar.
HONOUR is the subject of my story-
I cannot tell what you and other 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 be.
For once upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled. Tiber chafing with his shores,
Cesar says to me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point ?"-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it;
With lusty sinews throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive at the point propos'd,
Cesar cry'd, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink."
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber,
Did I the tired Cesar; and this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body
If Cesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true: this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan.
Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
"Alas!" it cry'd-"Give me some drink, Titinius”—
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Brutus and Cesar!-What should be in that Cesar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a name :
Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well:
Weigh them; it is as heavy: conjure with 'em;
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar.
Now in the name of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats doth this our Cesar feed,
That he has grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd;
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' infernal devil, to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.
XXI.-Brutus' Harangue on the Death of Cesar. ROMANS, Countrymen, and Lovers!-Hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe, Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him, I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar, was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead, to live all free-men? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition-Who's here so base that would be a bondman ? if any, speak; for him I have offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speak; for him I have offended. Who's here so vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak; for him I have offended.I pause for a reply
None! Then none have l'offended-1 have done no more to Cesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?With this I depart that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.