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To Power Almighty, thou hast done enough:
Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay?
Wait, then with patience, till the circling hours
Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest,
And lay thee down in death.
H! rid me of this torture, quickly there,
My madam, with thy everlasting voice.
The bells, in time of pestilence, ne'er made
Like noise, or were in that perpetual motion.
-All my house,
But now stream'd like a bath, with her thick breatlı,
A lawyer could not have been heard, nor scarce
such a hail of words She has let fall.
HERE is a stupid weight upon my senses;
A dismal sullen stillness, that succeeds
The storm of rage and grief, like silent death,
After the tumult and the noise of life.
Would it were death, as sure'tis wond'rous like it;
For I am sick of living. My soul is pulld.
She kindles not, with anger or revenge:
Love was the informing active fire within :
Now, that is quench'd the mass forgets to move,
And longs to mingle with its kindred earth.
Remorse and Despair.
H EN ÇILE OR Change tupona precipice first false step
guilt. It hangs upon a
Whose deep descent in last perdition ends.
How far am I plung'd down, beyond all thought
Which I this evening fram'd!
Consummate horror! guilt beyond a name!
Dare not, my soul, repent. In thee, repentance
Were second guilt; and 'twere blaspheming heaven
To hope for mercy. My pain can only cease
When gods want power to punish.-Ha! the dawn---
Rise never more, O sun !-let night prevail :
Eternal darkness close the world's wide scene-
And hide me from myself.
(ERCY! I know it not-for I am miserable,
I'll give thee misery-for here she dwells,
This is her house where the sun never dawns ;
The bird of night sits screaming o'er the roof,
Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom
And nought is heard, but wailings and lamenting.com
Hark!-something cracks above! It shakes it totters!
And see-the nodding ruin falls to crush me!
'Tis fallen—'tis bere!-I felt it on my brain !
A waving flood of bluish fire swells o'er me!
And now 'tis out and I am drown'd in blood
Ha! what art thou ? thou horrid headless trunk:
It is my Hastings—See he wafts me on;
Away I go:Ifly: -I follow thee:
Y father :-Oh! let me unlade my breast ;
Pour out the fullness of my soul before you;
Shew ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful thought,
This wondrous goodness stirs. But, 'tis impossible,
And utt’rance all is vile; since I can only
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much.
EWARD him for the noble deed, just Heaven!
For this one action, guard him, and distinguish him,
With signal mercies, and with great deliverance,
Save him from wrong, adversity, and shame.
Let never fading honours flourish round him;
And consecrate his name, ev'n to time's end.
Let him know nothing else but good on earth
And everlasting blessedness hereafter.
ILENCE, ye winds!
That make outrageous war upon the ocean:
And thou, old ocean! lull thy boist'rous waves.
Ye warring elements! be hush'd as death,
While I impose my dread commands on hell.
And thou, profoundest hell! whose dreadful sway,
Is given to me by fate and demogorgon-
Ilear, hear my powerful voice, through all thy regions ;
And, from thy gloomy cavern-thunder the reply.
GENEROUS few, the vet’ran hardy gleanings,
Of many a hapless fight, with a fierce
Heroic fire, inspirited each other;
Resolv'd on death; disdaining to survive
Their dearest county.--If we fall I cry'd,
“Let us not tamely fall like passive cowards :
“No-let us live, or let us die like men:
“Come on, my friends. To Alfred we will cut
“ Our glorious way: or as we nobly perish,
6 Will offer to the genius of our country-
6 Whole hecatombs of Danes." -As if one soul
Had moved them all, around their heads they flash'd
Their flaming faulchions" Lead us to those Danes;
"Our country!-Vengeance !"-was the general cry.
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
poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in gencral, but to save the one half, nay three parts of his yearly charge, in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And how could I do it, think you ? Why thus Sir. I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land; gentlemen they should be ; of good spirit, strong and able constitution. I would choose them by an instinct that I have. And I would teach these nineteen the special rules, as your Punto, your Reverso, your Imbrocata, your Passada, your Montonto; till they could 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 honour 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.com
that's two hundred : two hundred a day; five days, a thousand: forty thousand forty times five-five times forty-two hundred days kill them all up by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentlema ike carcass to perform (provided there be no treason practised upon) by fair and discrete manhood; that is, civilly by the sword.
ET me think
What can this mean?-Is it to me aversion ?
Or is it, as I fear'd, she loves another;
Ila! yes—perhaps the king, the young count Tancred?
They were bred up together-surely that,
That cannot be-Has he not given his hand,
In the most solemn manner, to Constantia ?
Does not his crown depend upon the deed ?
No--if they lov’d, and this old statesman knew it,
lle could not to a king prefer a subject.
Mis virtues I esteem-nay more, I trust them
So far as virtue goes—but could he place
His daughter on the throne of Sicily-
O! 'tis a glorious bribe; too much for man ;
What is it then? I care not what it is.
W I noi.
Yes, if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid,
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads muchas
He is a great observer-and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.
He loves no plays : he hears no music.
Seldom he smiles : and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whilst they behold a greater than themselves
And, therefore, are they very dangerous.
The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius. Cas. T
WHAT you have wrongd me doth appear in this, For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) was slighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much'd condemn’d to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
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 honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Cas. Chastisement ?
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 honours
For so much trash, as may be grasp'd thus ?
I would 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. ,
Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself
Ilave mind upon your health,-tempt me no further.
Bru. Away-slight man?
Cas. Is it possible ?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak,
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?
Cas. Must I endure all this?
Bru. All this! aye more. Fret till your proud heart breaks, Go tell your servants 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 noblé men.
Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus.
I said an elder soldier, not a better;
Did I say a better?
Bru. If you did I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not?
Cas. What! durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;