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Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
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 men forget, yet shall not all forget,
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.
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;
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.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
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
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 was my friend, faithful and just to me: