Henry V. to his Soldiers. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, But when the blast of war blows up in our ears, Let it pry through the portage of the head, ; Now, set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, Marcellus's Speech to the Mob. Wherefore, rejoice? that Cæsar comes in triumph! What conquest bring he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, you up To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? To hear the replication of your sounds, And do you now put on your best attire ? Run to your houses! fall upon your knees! Shakspeare. Henry Vth's Speech before the Battle of Agincourt. What's he that wishes for more men from England? My cousin Westmoreland !-No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and, if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars. But they'll remember with advantages What feats they did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths as household-words, Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glos'ter, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers! And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accursed they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispian's day! Douglas's Account of Himself. Shakspeare. My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, We fought and conquer'd! Ere a sword was drawn, I left my father's house, and took with me Journeying with this intent, I pass'd these towers, The happy deed, that gilds my humble name. Home. 1 Rollo to the Peruvians. My brave associates!-partners of my toil, my feelings, and my fame! Can Rollo's words add vigour to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts?—No;— you have judged as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you. -Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours.-They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule ;—we, for our country, our altars, and our homes.-They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate ;-we serve a monarch whom we love, -a God whom we adore.-Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress !-Where'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship. -They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error!-Yes-they-they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride!-They offer us their protectionYes, such protection as vultures give to lambs-covering and devouring them !-They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. Be our plain answer this: The throne we honour is the people's choice-the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy-the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave.-Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change; and least of all, such change as they would bring us. Sheridan's Pizarro. Cato's Soliloquy. It must be so- -Plato, thou reason'st well! This longing after Immortality? Or, whence this secret dread, and inward horror, 'Tis Heaven itself, that points out—an hereafter, Eternity!-thou pleasing-dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! Through all her works-He must delight in virtue ; [Laying his hand on his sword.] The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds! Addison. Brutus on the Death of Cæsar. Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers !-hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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 Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæsar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand |