39. After many years had elapsed, and young Francisco was grown up to manhood, beloved and respected by every one, it so happened hat some business made it necessary for him and his father to visit a neighboring city on the coast; and as they supposed a passage by sea would be more expeditious than by land, they embarked in a Venetian vessel which was bound to that port, and ready to sail.

40. A favorable gale soon wafted them out of sight, and promised them a speedy passage; but unfortunately for them, before they had proceeded half their voyage, they were met by some Turkish vessels, who, after an obstinate resistance from the Venetians, boarded them, loaded them with irons, and carried them prisoners to Tunis. There they were exposed in the market place in their chains, in order to be sold as slaves.

41. At last, a Turk came to the market, who seemed to be a man of superior rank, and after looking over the pri soners, with an expression of compassion, he fixed his eyes upon young Francisco, and asked captain what was the price of that young captive.

42. The captain replied, that he would not part with him for less than five hundred pieces of gold. The Turk considered that as a very extraordinary price since he had seen him sell others, that exceeded him in strength and vigor, for less than a fifth part of that money.

43. That is true, replied the captain; but he shall either fetch me a price that will repay me the damage he has ocCasioned me, or he shall labour all the rest of his life at the The Turk asked him, what damage he could have done him more than the rest of the crew.


44. It was he, replied the captain, who animated the Christians to make a desperate resistance, and thereby proved the destruction of many of my bravest seamen. We three times boarded them with a fury that seemed invincible, and each time did that youth attack us with a cool and determined opposition: so that we were obliged to give up the contest, till other ships came to our assistance. I will therefore have that price for him, or I will punish him for life.

45. The

45. The Turk now surveyed young Francisco more attentively than before; and the young man, who had hitherto fixed his eyes in sullen silence on the ground, at length raised them up; but he had no sooner beheld the person who was talking to the captain, than in a loud voice,he uttered the name of Hamet. The Turk, struck with astonishment, surveyed him for a moment, and then caught him in his arms.

46. After a moment's pause, the generous Hamet lifted up his hands to heaven, and thanked his God, who had put it into his power to show his gratitude; but words cannot express his feelings, when he found that both the father and son were slaves. Suffice it to say, that he instantly bought their freedom, and conducted them to his magnificent house in the city.

47. They had here full leisure to discourse on the strange vicissitudes of fortune, when Hamet told his Venetian friends, that after their generosity had procured him liberty, he became an officer in the Turkish army, and happening to be fortunate in all his enterprizes, he had been gradually promoted, till he arrived at the dignity of Bashaw of Tunis.

48. That in this situation, he found the greatest consolation in alleviating the misfortunes of the Christian prisoners, and always attended the sales of those unhappy slaves, to procure liberty to a certain number of them. And gracious Allah, added he, has this day put it in my power in some measure to return the duties of gratitude.

49. They continued some days with Hamet, who did every thing in his power to amuse and divert them; but as he found their desire was to return to their own country, he told them that he would not detain them against their wishes; and they should embark the next day in a ship bound for Venice, which would be furnished with a passport to carry them safe there.

50. The next day he dismissed them with every mark of tenderness and affection, and ordered a party of his own guards to attend them to the vessel. They had no sooner got on board, than they found, to their inexpressible surprise and joy.that they were in the very ship in which they had been taken, and that, by the generosity of Hamet, not



only the ship, but even the whole crew, were redeemed and restored to freedom.

1. Francisco and his son, after a quick passage, arri ved in their own country, where they lived beloved and respected, and endeavored to convince every one they knew, how great were the vicissitudes of fortune, and that God never suffers humanity and generosity to go unrewarded, here or hereafter.


Cassius. THAT you have wronged me doth appear

in this,

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardinians;
Wherein my letter (praying on his side,
Because I knew the man) was slighted of.

Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case,
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should hear its comment.

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm!

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, be assured, this speech were else

your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius bonors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore nide its head.



Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with these bribes? And sell the mighty meed of our large honore For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

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I had rather be a dog and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

Cas. I am.

Bru. I say you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself
Mave mind upon your health-tempt me no further.
Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is it possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Go to; you are not, Cassius.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frightened when a madman stares?

Cas. Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this! aye, more. Fret till your proud heart


Go tell your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? Be assured,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you
for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For my own part,

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way! you wrong me, Brutas;

I said an elder soldier, not a better:

Did I say better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd


Bru. Peace, peace, you durst not thus have tempted him.
Gus. I duret mot?


Bru. No.

Cas. What, durst not tempt him!
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do what I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done what you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me;
For I can raise no money by vile means.
I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachms, than to wring
From the hard hand of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you deny'd me; was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces.

Cas. I deny'd you not.
You did.


Cas. I did not; he was but a fool

That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd my heart; A friend should bear a friend's infirmities;

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not. Still you practice them on me.
You love me not.


Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do
Appear as huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius;
For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd by a bondman; all his faults observed;
Set in a note book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,


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