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XVII-Speech of Henry V, before the Battle of Agincourt, on the Earl of Westmoreland's wishing for mure Men from England-IB.
WHAT'S he that wishes more men from England?
To do our country loss; and if to live,
Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars.
And they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;
XVIII.-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 pestle and mortar; or mew me up in
a shop, with an alligator 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 some 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 again-loved by the women-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 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 another horse Bind up my wounds!" This will do rarely-And then I have a chance of getting well married-0 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.
XiX.-Cassius instigating Brutus to join the Conspiracy against Cesur.-TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CESAR,
HONOR is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
In awe of such a thing as myself.
I was born free as Cesar; so were you :
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
And bade him follow : so indeed he did.
Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
So get the start of the majestic world,
Brutus and Cesar! What should be in that Cesar?
XXI.-Brutus' Harrangue on the Death of Cesar.—IB.
ROMANS, Countrymen and Lovers!-Here me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, 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 freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, 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 I offended. I 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 receivo 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.
XXII.-Antony's Oration over Cesar's Body.
FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen! Lend me your ears.
I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
So let it be with Cesar! Noble Brutus
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept!
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ;
But yesterday the word, Cesar, might Have stood against the world! now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O Masters! If I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong; Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do then wrong-1 rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; 1 found it in his closet: 'tis his will.
Let but the commons hear this testament,