much with your hands; but use all gently: For in the very, torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, perriwig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. Pray you avoid it. Be not too tame, neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end is-to hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy of, though it make the unskil ful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of one of which must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! There be players that I have seen play and heard others praise, and that highly, that, neither having the accent of Christian, nor the gait of Christian, pagan nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. 11-Douglas' Account of himself. TRAGEDY OF DOUGLAS. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord; And heaven soon granted what my sire denied. This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield,. Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd Till we o'ertook the spoil encumber'd foe. We fought-and conquer'd. Ee a sword was drawn, The shepherd's slothful life; and having heard Did they report him; the cold earth his bed, For he had been a soldier in his youth; His speech struck from me, the old man would shake His years away, and act his young encounters: Then, having show'd his wounds, he'd sit him down, IV-Sempronius' Speech for War-TRAG. OF CATO. MY voice is still for war. Gols! Can a Roman senate long debate, Or share their fate. The corps of half her senate If we should sacrifice our lives to honor, V-Lucius' Speech for Peace.-IB. MY thoughts, I must confess are turn'd on peace; 'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind. But free the commonwealth. When this end fails, Arms have no further use. Our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests them from our hands, And bids us not delight in Roman blood Unprofitably shed. What men could do Is done already. Heaven and earth will witness, VI.-Hotspur's Account of the Foɲ.-HENRY IV. MY Hege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord; neat; trimly dress'd ; And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held And still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by, He question'd me; among the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds, being gall'd Out of my grief and my impatience, He should or should not; for he made me mad, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (heaven save the mark) Was spermaceti for an inward bruise ; Betwixt my love, and your high Majesty. IB. "BUT, for mine own part my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.". He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house? He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous." Why, that's certain! 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord Fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower safely. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition."Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant; a good plot; good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commands the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle and myself Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglass Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? And are there not some of them set forward already ? What a Pagan rascal is this! An infidel !-Ha! You shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will be to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honorable an action. Hang him! Let him tell the king. We are prepared. I will set forward to night. VIII.-Othello's Apology for his Marriage TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO. Hath this extent; no more. Rude am! in speech Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, |