THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARES 23 Tho' I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did I with unbathful forehead woo The means of weaknefs and debility: Therefore my age is as a lufty winter, alvis ad. Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you how wow ba I'll do the fervice of a younger man loqmooned onɑ In all your business and neceffities. ver notly O'N

sowog aid of As You Like It. A. 2. Sc. 3.

Tho' now this grained face of mine be hid
In fap-confuming winter's drizzled fnow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life fome memory;
My wafting lamp fome fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little ufe to hear:
All thefe old witneffes, I cannot err,
Tell me, thou art my fon Antipholis.

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The Comedy of Errors. A.5. Sc. 1.

Do you fet down your name in the fcrowl of youth, that are written down old, with all the characters of age? Have you not a moift eye-a dry hand-a yellow cheek a white beard a decreafing legan increafing belly? not your voice broken-y -your wind fhort your chin double your wit fingle-and every part of double-your you blafted with antiquity?-And will you yet call yourfelf young-Fie, fie, fie!

bot on Henry IV. Part II. A. 1. Sc. 2.

(259109h mo đồ L DOSTOEN G.om 9700g-lstnos9H Mark it, Cefario, it is old and plain gorfum or beaft The fpinfters and the knitters in the Sun,

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do ufe to chant it: it is filly, footh, uzalis 2902 And dallies with the innocence of love,

Like the old age.

A 610Twelfth Night, A. z. Sc 3.

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Thofe wounds heal all, that men do give themfelves. Omiffion to do what is necessary,

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Seals

Seals a commiffion to a blank of danger, "to noiflsup
And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints
Even then, when we fit idly in the fun.

Troil. and Creff.

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A. 3. Sc. 3.

He Tybod eld (smo) sisH PPORTUNITY.

bent on bed od dewod

aid do, tushed fortune;

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to
Oitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in fhallows, and in miferies.
On fuch a full fea are we now afloat
And we must take the current when it ferves,
Or lofe our ventures.

Julius Cæfar, A. 4. Sc. 3.

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Brutus's Funere one on Julius Cæfar! T Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my caufe; and be filent, that you may hear Believe me for mine honour; and have refpect to mine honour, that you may believe: Cenfure me in your wisdom, and awake your fenfes, that you may be the better judge. If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cafar's, to him, I fay that Brutus love to Cæfar was no lefs than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rofe againft Cafar-this is my anfwer not that I loved Cæfar lefs-but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cafar were living, and die all flaves, than that Cæfar were dead, to to live all freemen? As Cæfar lov'd me, I 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 is here fo base, that would be a bondman? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his country? If any, fpeak for him have I offended. I paufe for a reply on W All-None, Brutus, none. aur ad antud 397 Brutus. Then none have I offended-I have done no more to Cafer, than you fhall do to Brutus the

queftion

queftion of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was wor was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for he fuffered death.

which

Enter Mark Antony, &c. with Cæfar's Body. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony, who, though he had no hand in his death, fhall receive the

as which

benefit of his of his dying; a place in the commonwealth; you shall not? With this I depart; that, as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the fame dagger for myfelf, when it fhall please my coun try to need my deathoda: death.

Julius Cafar, A. 3. Sc. 2.
Antony's Funeral ORATION on Julius Cæfar.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, Tend me your ears;
I come to bury Cafar, not to praife him.
The evil that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones:
So let it be with Cafar! The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cafar was ambitious:
If it were fo, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cafar anfwer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft,gall
(For Brutus is an honourable man;

So are they all-all honourable men)
Come L to speak in Cafar's funeral.

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

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whofe ranfoms did the general coffers fill !
Did this in Cafar feem ambitious?

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When that the poor have cry'd, Cafar hath wept
Ambition fhould be made of fterner ftuff:

Yet Brutus fays he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honourable man.

You all did fee that on the Lupercal

I thrice prefented him a kingly crown,

Which he did thrice refufe. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus fays he was ambitious,

And fure he is an honourable man.

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I fpeak not to difprove what Brutus fpoke, oilsup

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But here I am to speak what I do know. >

You all did love him once, not without caufe; nod
What caufe withholds you then to mourn for him
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beafts,dov. 1)
And men have loft their reafon! Bear with me; no
My heart is in the coffin there with Cafar;
And I must paufe 'till it come back to me-

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-But yesterday the word of Cafar might Have ftood against the world: now lies he there, blood And none fo poor to do him reverence.etado 992 O mafters! if I were difpofed to ftir sdraidh dignoffT Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, had bra I fhould do Brutus wrong, and Caffius wrong,il but, Who, you all know, are honourable mens gaitun da But here's a parchment, with the feal of Cafard 11 I found it in his clofet; 'tis his will...

memory,
their wills,

Let but the Commons hear this teftaments Combel (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)bw aid'I And they would go and kifs dead Cefar's wounds,, to 7 And dip their napkins in his facred bloodsbrigat Yea, beg g a hair of him, for And dying, mention it within t and bi baA Bequeathing it as a rich legacy 1 to stod sri damová Unto their iffue. bbold ass sido oda. Its doid? All. The will the will-we will hear Cafar's will Antony. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not euwboold did W It is not meet you know how Cefar lov'd you won 0 You are not wood, you are not tones, but men ;5 sT And being men, hearing the will of Cefar, aluot bai It will inflame you, it will make you mad: his heirs ai suH 'Tis good you know not that you are For, if you fhould, O what would come of it!dals. Pleb. Read the will-we will hear it, Antony-you. hall read us the e will.

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Antony. Will you be patient?-Will you ftay iam to boots foulyoT I have over hot myself to tell you of it., evad indeedT I fear I wrong the honourable men og sang sed Whofe daggers have ftabb'd Cafar-I do fear it. All. The will the teftament..

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Antony. You will compel me then to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpfe of Cæfar, And let me fhew you him that made the will. If you have tearss-prepare to fhed them now You all do know this mantle: I rememberăm bàs The first time ever Cafar put it on;

"Twas on a fummer's evening in his tent; The day he overcame the Nervi

blead

Look! in this place ran Caffius' dagger through;
See what a rent the envious Cafea made
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And, as he pluck'd his curfed feel away,"
Mark how the blood of Cæfar follow'd it!
As rufhing out of doors, to be refolv'd
If Brutus fo unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cafar's angel:
Judge, O ye Gods! how dearly Cafar lov'd him
This was the most unkindeft cut of all:

For when the noble Cefar faw him ftab,
Ingratitude, more ftrong than traitors arms,

Quite vanquish'd him: then burit his mighty heart, And in his mantle mufling up his face,

Even at the bafe of Pompey's itatue,.

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilft bloody treafon flourished over us.
O, now you weep! and I perceive you feel
The dint of Pity-thefe are gracious drops.
Kind fouls! What, weep you when you but behold
Our Cafar's veture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd, as you fee, with traitors..
Pleb. We will be revenged!Revenge-about-
feek-burn-fire-kill-flay-let not a traitor live!
Antony. Good friends-fweet friends, let me not

ftir you

To fuch a flood of mutiny.

They that have done this deed, are honourable: 971
What private griefs they have, alas! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wife and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reafons anfwer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
I am no Orator, as Brutus is:

But,