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It is not so: Thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard?
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again :

It cannot be thou dost but say 'tis so,
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ?

What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad sighs confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again; not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Shakespeare's K. John.

Amazement at strange News.

Old men and beldames, in the streets,
Do prophesy upon it dangerously;

Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths ;
And when they talk of him they shake their heads,
And whisper one another in the ear;

And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist;
Whilst he that hears makes fearful action,
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
Who with his shears and measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet)
Told of a many thousand warlike French,
That were embatteled and rank'd in Kent :
Another lean unwashed artificer

Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death,

Emphatick Climax of Astonishment.

Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld,
Or, have you read, or heard? or could you think?
Or do you almost think, although you see,

That you do see? Could thought, without this object,
Form such another? This is the very top,

The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest

Of Murder's arms: This is the bloodiest shame,
The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,

Ibid.

That ever wall-ey'd Wrath, or starving Rage,
Presented to the tears of soft Remorse.

Ibid.

PRIDE.

When our esteem of ourselves; or opinion of our own rank and merit, is so high as to lessen the regard due to the rank and merit of others, it is called pride. When it supposes others below our regard, it is contempt, scorn, or disdain.

Pride assumes a lofty look, bordering upon the aspect and attitude of anger. The eyes full open, but with the eye-brows considerably drawn down, the mouth pouting, mostly shut, and the lips contracted. The words are uttered with a slow, stiff, bombastick affectation of importance; the hands sometimes rest on the hips, with the elbows brought forward, in the position called a-kimbo; the legs at a distance from each other, the steps large and stately.

Pride asserting Independence.

Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back;
I am too high born to be property'd ;

To be a secondary at control,

Or useful serving-man and instrument
To any sov'reign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of war
Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land;
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
And come ye now to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage bed,

After young Authur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half conquered, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome!
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,

To underprop this action? I'st not I

That undergo this charge? Who else but I,

And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war ?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive le Roy! as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?

No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said. Shakesp. K.John.
Pride bordering on Contempt.

Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see
Danger and disobedience in thine

eye :

O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure

The moody frontier of a servant brow.

You have have good leave to leave us; when we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.

Shakespeare's Hen. IV.

CONFIDENCE, COURAGE, BOASTING.

Confidence is hope, elated by security of success in obtaining its object; and courage is the contempt of any unavoidable danger in the execution of what is resolved upon in both, the head is erect, the breast projected, the countenance clear and open, the accents are strong, round, and not too rapid; the voice firm and even. Boasting exaggerates these appearances by loudness, blustering, and what is not unaptly called swaggering: The arms are placed akimbo, the foot stamped on the ground, the head drawn back with pride, the legs take large strides, and the voice swells into bombast.

Confidence in one beloved.

Base men that use them to so base effect;
But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth ;
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
His love sincere, his thought immaculate,
His tears pure mesengers sent from his heart,
His heart as far from fraud as heav'n from earth.
Shakes. Two Gent. of Ver.

Confidence of Success in Combat.

Boling. O let no noble eye profane a tear
For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear:
As confident as is the faulcon's flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.-
My loving lord, I take my leave of you!
Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle
Not sick, although I have to do with death
But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.-
Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Oh thou, the earthly author of my blood,
Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate,
Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up,
To reach at victory above my head,-
Add proof unto mine armour with my prayers;
That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,
And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt,
Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Shakes. Rich. II.

Mowb. However heaven or fortune cast my lot,
There lives or dies true to king Richard's throne,
A loyal, just, and upright gentleman;
Never did captive with a freer heart,

Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden, uncontroll❜d enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary.-
Most mighty liege,-and my companion peers,
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:
As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,
Go I to fight,--truth hath a quiet breast.

Firm determined Resolution in Battle.

I am satisfied:

Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where

I will oppose his fate. Our force by land

Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy, too,

Ibid.

Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?

If from the field I should return once more,

To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn my chronicle';
There is hope in it yet;

I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,

And send to darkness all that stop me. Ibid. Ant. & Cleo.

Boasting indignant Challenge.

Show me what thou'lt do:

Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up Esil? eat a crocodile ?
I'll do't-Do'st thou come here to whine,
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I :

And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us; till our ground,
Singing its pate against the burning zone,

Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, and thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou

Ibid. Hamlet.

PERPLEXITY, IRRESOLUTION, ANXIETY.

These emotions collect the body together as if for thoughtful consideration; the eye-brows are contracted, the head hanging on the breast, the eyes cast downwards, the mouth shut, the lips pursed together. Suddenly the whole body alters its aspect, as having discovered something, then falls into contemplation as before; the motions of the body are restless and unequal, sometimes moving quick, and sometimes slow; the pauses in speaking are long, the tone of the voice uneven, the sentences broken and unfinished.

Perplexity from Temptation to Evil.

From thee even from thy virtue !

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault or mine?

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?

Not she; nor doth she tempt; but it is I,

That lying by the violet in the sun,

Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,

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