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lady Racket-'tis the clearest case in the world-I'll make it plain in a moment.

Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha!

Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had led they were six- no, no, no--they were seven, and we ninethen, you know as -the beauty of the play was to

Lady R. Well, now 'tis amazing to me, that you can't see it. Give me leave, Sir Charles-your left hand adversary had led his last trump--and he had before finessed the club, and roughed the diamond-now if you had put on your diamond

Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick.
Lady R. And sure the play for the odd trick.
Sir C. Death and fury Can't you

hear me?
Lady R. Go on, sir.
Sir C. Hear me, I say. Will you hear me?
Lady R. I never heard the like in

my

life. Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the patiente of a Stoic. Very well, madam! You know no more of the game than your father's leaden Hereules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening.

Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!

Sir C. You're a vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir.

Sir C. Madam, it shall be as I please-I'll order my chariot this moment. [Going] I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tellyou-going] And when your family were standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my ancestors, my ancestors Madam, were squanderiog away whole estates at cards; whole estates my lady Racket-[She hums a tune] Why, then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, yood, bad, or indifferent. Look'ye, my lady Racket-thus it stood the trump being led, it was then my busi

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Lady R. To play the diamond to be sure. Sir C. I have done with you forever; and so you may tell your father.

Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in! Ha! ha! I promise him I'll not give up my judgment,

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Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir C. My lady Racket-look’ye Ma'am, once more, out of pure good nature

Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good nature.

Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with me to tell you, the club was the play.

Lady R: Well, be it so I have no objection.

Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the worldnine, and

Lady R. And for that very reason, you know the club was the best in the house.

Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to you. You're a base woman-l'll part with you forever, you may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreens, till you grow as fautastical yourself-I'll set out for London this instant.—[Stops at the door] The club was not the best in the house.

Lady R. How calm you are ! Well, I'll go to bed. Will yoŲ come? You had better- Poor Sir Charles.

(Looks and laughs, then erit.] Sir C. That case is provoking-[Crosses to the opposite door where she went out) I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you-[Walks back as fast as he can] I am resolved upon it; and I know the club was not the best in the house.

VIII.-Brutus and Cassius. Cas. THAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this ; You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, , Because I knew the man) was slighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.

Cas. At such a time as this, is it not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment :

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemo'd to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, hy the gods, this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head,

Cas. Chastisement ?

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember.
Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
What! shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers; Shall we now
Contaminate our dingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large bonours,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me;.
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge mein: I am a soldier,
Older in practice, abler than yourself,
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to ! You are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself:
Have mind upon your health : tempt ine no farther:

Bru. Away, slight man !
Cás. Is't possible !

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?

Cas. Must I endure all this !
Bru. All this !Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart

break : Go, show

your

slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor!.
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you ; for from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this ?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier ;
Let it appear so; wake your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For iny own part
1 shall be glad to learn of noblemen.

Cas. You wrong we every way ; you wyong me Brutus ;
I said an elder soldier, not a better,
Did I say better?

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Bru: If you did I care not.
Cas. When Cesar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him,
Cas. I durst not !
Bru. No.
Cas. What! Durst not tempt him !
Bru. For

your

life

you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love..
I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ;
For I am arm'd 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, al hich

you

denied me;
I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of p

peasants, their vile trash,
By any jadirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay ray legions ;
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius.
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Biutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascai counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him in pieces.

Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not; he was but a fool
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rivd my heart:
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities;
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Brie. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A fatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come Anthony! and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius :
For Cassius is a-weary of the world-
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother ;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obsery'd,
Set in a note book, learn’d and conn'd by rote-

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To cast into my teeth. There is my dagger,
And here

my

naked breast-within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold;
If that thou need'st a Roman's, take it forth;
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou did'st at Cesar; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'st him better
Than ever thou lov'st Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger,
Be

you will, it shall have scope,
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humor.
O Cassius! You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
W sge nich enforced, shows'a hasty spark,
Ai. Hight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth’and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill temper'd vexeth him.

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your band.
Bru. And my heart too.-[Embracing.
Cas. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When the rash humor which my mother gave me,
Makes we forgetful ?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth When you are over earnest with

your

Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

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11.-SPEECHES AND SOLILOQUIES.

1.-Hamlet's Advice to the Players. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you ; trippingly on the tongue. But if you inouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the iown crier had spoken my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hands; but use all gently: For in the very forrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. Ok! It offends me to the soul, to hear a robusteous, perri. mig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to

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