Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height.-Now on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fetch'd from fathers of war-proof;
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And fheath'd their swords for lack of argument.-
Dishonour not your mothers; now atteit,
That thole whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

[men,
And teach them how to war. And you, good Yeo.
Whose limbs were made in England, low us here
The metal of your pasture : let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not:
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble luftre in your eyes.
I see you stand like grey hounds in the flips,
Straining upon the start. The game's a-foot;
Follow your fpirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry, England, and St George !
XVIII. Speech of Honry V. before the Battle of Agin-

court, in the Earl of Westmoreland's wishing for more

men from England. WHAT's he that wishes more men from England ?

My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin ; If we are marked to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and, if to live, The fewer men the greater Share of honour. No, no, my Lord-wish not a man from England. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, throughout my host, That he who hath no stomach to this fight, May straight depart : his paffport fhall be made; And crowns for convoy, put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company.This day is called the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe, when this day, is nam’d, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and sees old age, Will, yearly, on the vigil, feast his neighbours, And lay-To-morrow is St Crispian : Then will he strip his fleeve, and thew his scars.

Old

Old men forget, yet shall not all forget,
But they'll remember with advantages
What teats they did that day. Then fall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as bonsehold-words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'ster,
Be in their flowing cups, frethly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son :
And Crispian's day shall ne'er go by,
From this time to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For, he to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother ; be he e'er fo vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentleman in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks
That fought with us upon St Crispian's day.

XIX. 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 win be much better to be pafted up in capitals, The part of Romeo by a young gentleman, who never appeared on any flage before !My ambition fires at the thoughtBut hold,-mayn't I run fome chance of failing in my attempt ? - hissed-pelted— laughed 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 fall certainly go to his benefit.”. Celeftial founds! And then I'll get in with all the painters, and have myself put up in every print-fhop-in the chia.

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rader of Macbeth !-" This is a forry sight.” (Stands an attitude.). In the character of Richard, “Give me another horse, bind up my wounds.”—This will do rare

-And then I have a chance of getting well married glorious thought ! I will enjoy it, though but in fancyBut 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 aflignation with my master Gargle's daughter-

Limbs do your office, and support me well;
Bear me to her, then fail me if

you can. XX. Caffius infligating Brutus to join the Conspiracy

against Cafar. Honour is the subject of my story.

I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single felf, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of fuch a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he. For once, uponi a raw and gusty day, The' troubled Tiber chafing with his fhores, Cæsar says to me, “ Dar'if thou, Caffius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ?”–Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; fo indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lufty finews; throwing it afide, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Cæfar cry'd, “ Help me, Cassius, or I sink." I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon liis shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Cæsar : and this man Is now become a god; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did fake : 'tis true ; this god did fhake :
His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of bis, that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
“ Alas!” it cry'd Give me some drink, Titinius”-
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majettic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Brutus and Cæsar ! what should be in that Czesar?
Why should that name be founded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a name :
Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well :
Weigh them; it is as heavy: conjure with 'em;
Brutus will start a fpirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the name of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he has grown so great ? Age, thou art fham’d;
Rome, thou hast loft the breed of noble bloods.
When went'there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, 'till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers fay,
*l'here was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th’infernal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.

XXI. Brutus's Harangue on the Death of Cæfar. 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 Cælar's

, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose aguight Cæfar, this is my answer ; Not that I loved CE

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far less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all haves; than ihat Cæsar were dead, to live all free-men !-- As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I flew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition.--Who's here lo bale, that would be a bondman? if any, speak; for lim have I offended. Who's here lor rude, tltat would not be a Roman? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who's here to vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak ; for him have I offend. ed.--I pause for a reply

None! Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæfar than you fall 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 receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth as which of you shall not ?- With this I depart--that as I New my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the fame dagger for myself, when it fhall please my country to need my death.

XXII. Antony's Oration over Cafar's Body. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen,--lend me your ears.

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
he evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones :
So let it be with Cæfar!Nobie Brutus
Hath told you Cæfar was ambitious.
If it were so; it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.-
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man,
So are they all, all honourable men),
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.-

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.

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