де ше по шоге, і знан погуст шузен,

upon your health, tempt me no further. way, slight man!

't possible?

ear me, for I will speak.

e way and room to your rash choler? frightened when a madman stares? ust I endure all this?

;

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ll this! Ay, more: fret till your proud heart

our slaves how choleric you are,

your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? serve you? Must I stand and crouch r testy humor?

digest the venom of your spleen,

do split you; for, from this day forth,
ou for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
I are waspish.

s it come to this?

You say you are a better soldier:

ear so; make your vaunting true,

all please me well. For mine own part, glad to learn of noble men.

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You wrong me every way; you wrong me.

When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have ed me.

Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted

I durst not?

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I

Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done that you should There is no terror, Cassius, in your threa For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you den For I can raise no money by vile means I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than
From the hard hands of peasants their
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done
Should I have answered Caius Cassius s
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetou
To lock such rascal counters from his fi
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderb
Dash him to pieces!

Cas. I denied you not.

Bru.

You did.

Cas. I did not: he was but a fool That brought my answer back.

heart:

Brut

A friend should bear his friend's infirm But Brutus makes mine greater than th Bru. I do not, till you practice ther Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

me, Antony, and young Octavius, come! urselves alone on Cassius,

- is aweary of the world;

ne he loves; braved by his brother;
ke a bondman; all his faults observed,
te-book, learned, and conned by rote,
o my teeth. Oh, I could weep
From mine eyes! There is my dagger,
my naked breast; within, a heart
n Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
u be'st a Roman, take it forth;
ied thee gold, will give my heart:
thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,

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u didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better

thou lovedst Cassius.

Sheathe your dagger:

when you will, it shall have scope; you will, dishonor shall be humor. you are yokéd with a lamb

es anger as the flint bears fire,

ch enforcéd, shows a hasty spark ght is cold again.

Hath Cassius lived

mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

ief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
so much? Give me your
confess
you

Do

And my heart, too.

O Brutus !

What's the matter?

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hand.

Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from hence When you are over-earnest with your I He'll think your mother chides, and le

NOTES chiefly from Wright's edition of Julius Cæsa

to the lines.

5. slighte

2. noted, branded with disgrace. disregarded. 8. nice, trifling. - 8. his, its. — 10. condemned for having. 11. mart, traffic with. -1 Cæsar was assassinated on the ides (15th) of March Julius Cæsar, the conqueror of Gaul, famous as a ge man. 20. What villain, etc., who was such a touched his body, that he stabbed for any other r 28. bait, attack as a wild beast is attacked by dogs in, to put me under restraint.-32. Go to, here, patience. 37. slight, insignificant. 44. budge, you, watch your caprices. 47. the venom of yo the spleen was regarded as the seat of the emotions. drachma was worth about twenty cents.-75. indir dishonorable method. 80. To lock, as to lock. that is, pieces of money ("vile trash "). 92. Oly on the borders of Macedonia and Thessaly, regarded -93. Antony. Mark Antony delivered the artfu over the dead body of Cæsar, which so roused the R

Cassius were obliged to quit Rome. -93. young C under the title of Augustus, the first Roman Emper god of riches. 108. scope, free play. — 112. who 113. straight, straightway.

LXXXII. - MIRIAM'S SONG.

MOORE.

DORE, an Irish poet, was born in 1779, and died in 1852. He acation at Trinity College, Dublin.

Moore's works are the songs known as "Irish Melodies," and long poem “Lalla Rookh." The most distinguishing charac poetry are melodious versification and rich imagery.

1.

loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! s triumphed, — his people are free! - the pride of the tyrant is broken:

iots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave,

riots and horsemen are sunk in the wave!

loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!

e Conqueror! praise to the Lord!

vas our arrow, his breath was our sword!
return to tell Egypt the story

she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
rd hath looked cut from his pillar of glory,
her brave thousands are dashed in the tide.
loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!

as triumphed, his people are free!

song.

See Exodus xv. 20, 21.

the tyrant (1), Pharaoh, -gypt. - pillar of glory (2), the pillar of cloud by day and t. See Exodus xiii. 21, 22.

ent does this poem relate? What is meant by "Egypt's dark