Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit Have in thefe parts from morn till even fought, That thofe whom you called fathers did beget you. [men, And teach them how to war. And you, good Yeo- That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not: WHAT's he that wishes more men from England? If we are marked to die, we are enow To do our country lofs; and, if to live, Rather proclaim it, Weftmoreland, throughout my hoft, Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his fears. Old Old men forget, yet fhall not all forget, What feats they did that day. Then fhall our names, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'ster, From this time to the ending of the world, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; And gentleman in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here; XIX. Soliloquy of Dick the Apprentice. THUS far we run before the wind.An apothe cary !-make an apothecary of me !-What, cramp my genius over a peftle and mortar; or mew me up in a fhop with an alligator stuffed, and a beggarly account of empty boxes !-to be culling fimples, and conftantly adding to the bills of mortality!No! no! It will be much better to be pafted up in capitals, The part of Romeo by a young gentleman, who never appeared on any Stage before My ambition fires at the thoughtBut hold,-mayn't I run fome chance of failing in my attempt?hiffed-pelted-laughed at-not admitted into the Green-room ;-that will never do-down, bufy devil, down, down :-Try it again-Loved by the women, envied by the men, applauded by the pit, clapped by the gallery, admired by the boxes. 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! "Dear -I fall certainly go to his benefit."- -Celestial founds! -And then I'll get in with all the painters, and have myfelf put up in every print-fhop-in the cha racter racter of Macbeth!" This is a forry fight." (Stands an attitude.) In the character of Richard, "Give me another horfe, bind up my wounds."-This will do rarelyAnd then I have a chance of getting well married O 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 fpouters are all met-little think they I'm in town-they'll be furprised to see me-off I go; and then for my affignation with my mafter Gargle's daughter Limbs do your office, and fupport me well; XX. Caffius inftigating Brutus to join the Confpiracy against Cafar. HONOUR is the fubject of my story.— I cannot tell what you and other men 1 was born free as Cæfar; so were you And fwim to yonder point ?"-Upon the word, And bade him follow; fo indeed he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder Is now become a god; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and muft bend his body Gg He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark And that fame eye, whofe bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans A man of such a feeble temper should And bear the palm alone. Brutus and Cæfar! what should be in that Cæfar? XXI. Brutus's Harangue on the Death of Cafar. ROMANS, Countrymen, and Lovers!-hear me for my caufe; and be filent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour; and have refpect to mine honour, that you may believe. Cenfure me in your wifdom; and awake your fenfes, that you may the better judge.-If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Celar's, to him I fay, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rofe guint Cæfar, this is my aufwer; Not that I loved Cæ far far lefs, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and die all faves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men ?-As Cæfar 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 flew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition.-Who's here fo bafe, that would be a bondman? if any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who's here fer rude, that would not be a Roman ? if any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who's here fo vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak; for him have I offended. I paufe for a reply None! Then none have I offended.-I have done no more to Cæfar than you fhall do to Brutus. The queftion of his death is enrolled in the capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he luffered death. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, fhall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you fhall not?-With this I depart-that as Iflew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the fame dagger for myself, when it fhall pleafe my country to need my death. XXII. Antony's Oration over Cafar's Body. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen,-lend me your ears. |