25. SPEECH OF CASSIUS, INSTIGATING BRUTUS TO JOIN THE CONSPIRACY AGAINST CESAR.- Shakspeare. WELL, honor is the subject of my story. In awe of such a thing as I myself. And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 't is true, this god did shake: And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, · Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar; what should be in that Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, O! you There was a Brutus, once, that would have brooked 26. CARDINAL WOLSEY, ON BEING CAST OFF BY KING HENRY VIII. — Id. NAY, then, farewell, I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, So farewell to the little good you bear me. And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. - And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Thy God's, and truth's: then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, And, - Prithee, lead me in: There, take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 't is the King's; my robe, I dare now call mine own. O, Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my King, He would not, in mine age, 27. HAMLET'S INSTRUCTION TO THE PLAYERS. - Shakspeare. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but, if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor, do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently; for, in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, WHIRLWIND of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, - to split the ears of the GROUNDLINGS; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it. Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing,-whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to Nature; to show virtue her own feature; scorn, her own image; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made men well, they imitated humanity so abominably! 28. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH.-Shakspeare. - To be or not to be- that is the question! - to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream;—ay, there's the rub: Must give us pause! There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life; Thus conscience does make cowards of us all Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; 29. NOT ASHAMED OF HIS OCCUPATION.-Original adaptation from Morton. Jasper. Now, there's a nice looking young man for a wedding party! Stephen. Ah, dad! How are you, dad? Jas. Not dressed yet? What are you thinking of, you idle dog? Ste. Idle! Excuse me, dad; I was at work afore daylight. Jas. Work! daylight! what have you to do with daylight, such a day as this? Don't you know that Lady Leatherbridge, and her niece, Lady Valeria, will be here presently? Go to that glass, Sir! gaze upon that coat, waistcoat and trousers, including boots, and then tell me, is that figure Stephen Plum, or a common cotton-spinner, out of the hundreds in his employ? Ste. Well, and what 's Stephen Plum, after all 's said and done, but a common spinner, too? A common spinner growed rich, like his father before him? Was n't his father, bless the old face of him! was n't he a common spinner, too? No, he was n't; Jasper Plum was no common spinner; he was one in a thousand, he was! Did n't he use to make the bobbins fly; and did n't he card and comb till his face was as shiny red as a bran new penny bit? Ah! dad, you was something like a man, then, Jas. Well, I believe I was rather a good hand. ical times are gone; we are now gentlemen! you was! But those mechan Ste. Speak for yourself, dad; I'm no gentleman. I was, and am, and always shall be, a cotton-spinner. Now, don't be unreasonable, dad! have n't you made brother Freddy a gentleman? Surely, one gentleman in a family 's quite enough. Jas. Yes, Frederick William 's a pretty fellow, fellow. a very pretty Ste. Freddy's been wound on a different bobbin to me. Freddy's been to Oxford College, and larnt no end of larning; and Freddy's been to London, and seen no end of London life. Jas. And, if you had n't preferred living like a bear, you might have accompanied him, and seen how all the mothers, who had daughters to marry, tried to get him to marry their daughters. Even the bead of the illustrious house of Leatherbridge graciously condescended to accept his proposals for her niece, Lady Valeria Westendleigh. The whole affair was moved, debated and carried, in a week; only it was arranged that the wedding should take place here at Bristol during the family's visit to Clifton, to avoid what we call éclat! éclat, Sir! [dignified.] Ste. Well, I don't wonder at Freddy; Freddy's a handsome chap, and a thorough good fellow; and Jasper Plum is the warmest man in our parts, and can put one hundred thousand yellow-boys into Freddy's breeches-pocket. Jas. Yellow-boys! breeches-pocket! Stephen Plum, I hope you don't mean to discharge such fearful expressions in the hearing of Lady Leatherbridge! |