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Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
5 Nervii, the bravest of the Belgic
Casca, the conspirator who Arst
tribes. They nearly overwhelmed Cæsar, and he only overcame them
by the greatest exertions. 6 Cassius, a Roman noble, who
had been treated with the greatest kindness by Cæsar. He afterwards killed himself, after the battle of Philippi.
stabbed Cæsar. 8 That is — Cæsar thought Brutus
perfect. 9 Pompey, formerly the greatest
rival of Cæsar. He was murdered at Alexandria, after being defeated by Cæsar at Pharsalia, B.C. 48.
Which all the while ran blood-great Cæsar fell.
Good friends! sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that liave done this deed are honourable ; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well, That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood; I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus, Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
10 dint, the power, or force.
SPEECH OF HENRY V. BEFORE THE BATTLE OF
Westmoreland.-0 that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day!
Henry-What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. No, no! I pray thee,-wish not one man more. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, throughout my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoyput into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call’d the feast of Crispian ; He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly, on the vigil, feast his neighbours, And say—To-morrow is St. Crispian ; Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.”
1 To provide for him on the way. 2 The vigil is the ove, when one watches for a feast day beginning.
Old men forget; yet all shall he forget,
THE WORLD COMPARED TO A STAGE.
All the world's a stage;
3 Crispin and Crispinian were
legendary martyrs, who suffered on the 25th October, and were celebrated on that day-the day of the battle of Agincourt, in 1415. Henry V. on that day lost very few; the French 30,000
men killed, and 14,000 taken prisoners. Westmoreland, Warwick, and Salisbury were Earls. Gloucester, Bedford, and Exeter were brothers of the King. Talbot
was a famous Knight, gentle, ennoble.
And one man, in his time, plays many parts,
custom with the elderly, in
Shakspeare's day. 6 here, a blotting out of the faculties,
and of the past. sans,