Puslapio vaizdai

There is so hot a fummer in my bosom,
That all my bowels crumble up to duft :
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
Upon a parchment, and against this fire
Do I shrink up.

Poison'd, ill fare! dead, forfook, cast off ;


Drink, drink, drink, colder, colder
Than snow on Scythian mountains ; oh my heart-Irings ;
I'll have brought through my body :
And Volga, on whose face the North-wind freezes,
I am an hundred hells, an hundred piles
Already to my funeral are flaming,
Shall I not drink?
Like ·Nero,
But far more terrible and full of flaughter,
l'th' midst of all my fire, I'll fire the empire:
A thousand fans, a thousand fans to cool me:
Invite the gentle winds, Eudoxia.
More drink,
A thousand April showers fall in my bosom ;
How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? &Co

See Act. 5. S. 26 But, in another play of theirs---- A wife for a month, is a poison ing scene, which better deserves to be compar'd with this of our author, and which Mr: Seward observes, every reader of tafte will acknowledge superior to it.” Alphonso, long a prey to: melancholy, is poison'd with a hot, brenning potion, and in the midst of his tortures, raves thus.

Give me more air, more air, air : blow, blow, blow,
Open thou eastern gate, and blow upon me:
Distill thy cold dews, O thou icy moon,
And rivers run through my amicted fpirit.
I am all fire, fire, fire : the raging dog-star
Reigns in my bloood : oh which way Thall I turn me?)
Ætna, and all her flames, burn in my head ;
Fling me into the ocean or I perish :
Dig, dig, dig, dig, until the springs fly up;
The cold, cold springs, that I may leap into them,
And bathe my scorch'd limbs in their purling pleasuress
Or shoot me into the higher region,
Where treasures of delicious snow are nourish'd,
And banquets of sweet haile


And none of you will bid the winter come
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Through my burn'd bosom: nor intreat the north
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips,
And comfort me with cold.

Rug. Hold him fast, fryar,

Oh how he burns !
Alph. What will ye sacrifice me?

Upon the altar lay my willing body,
And pile your wood up, fling your holy incense :
And as I turn me, you shall see all flame,

Consuming flame : stand off me, or you're alhess
Mart. To bed, good fir.
Alpb. My bed will burn about me:
Like Pbaeton in all-consuming Aalhes
Am I inclos'd : let me fly, let me fly, give room ;
'Twixt the cold bears, far from the raging lion,
Lies my safe way: O for a cake of ice now
To clap unto my heart to comfort me.
Decrepid winter hang upon my shoulders,
And let me wear thy frozen ificles,
Like jewels round about my head to cool me.
My eyes burn out and sink into their sockets,
And my infected brain like brimstone boils :
I live in hell, and several furies vex me.
O carry me, where never sun e'er thew'd yet
A face of comfort, where the earth is cryftal,
Never to be diffolv’d, where nought inhabits
But night and cold, and nipping frosts and winds,
That cut the stubborn rocks and make them shiver:

Set me there, friends
The line-

'Twixt the cold bears, far from the raging lion, was read, (before corrected by Mr. Seward)

Betwixt the cold bear and the raging lion.


Scene X. England, invincible, if unanimous.

England never did, nor ever shall Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms; And we shall shock them.-Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.

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If it
Set honour in one eye, and death i' th' other,
And I will look on both indifferently :
For let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of honour, more than I fear death,

Caffius, in Contempt of Cæsar. I was born free as Cæfar, fo were you ; We both have fed as well, and we can both

(1) What, &c.] “How agreeable to his stoic character, does Shakespear, make Brutus speak here? Cicero de Fin. iii. 16. Quid enim illi AAIA OPON dicunt, id mihi ita occurrit, ut indifferens dicerem. One of the great divisions of things among the stoics was into good, bad, indifferent : virtue, and whatever partook of virtue, was good: vice, bad: but what partook of neither virtue, nor vice, being not in our power, was indifferent : such as honour, wealth, death, & c. But of these indifferent things, some might be esteemed more than others; as here Brutus says, I love the name of honour, more than I fear death. See Cicero de Fin. iii. 15. 16. The ftoics never destroyed choice among indifferent things.This being premised, let us fee Brutus's speech.-" If it be aught (says he) towards the general good, (argos To ολον προς την πο 210) as I am a part of that whole, a citizen of that city: my principles lead me to pursue it : this is my end, my good : whatever comes in competition with the general good, will weigh nothing: death and honour are to me things of an indifferent nature : but however I freely acknowledge, that of these indifferent things, honour has my greatest esteem, my choice and love: the name of honour I love, more than I fear death."

very Objervations on Shakespear, p. 314.

Upton's Endure


93 Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. (2) For once upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores, Cæsar says to me, “ dar'ft'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 bid him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lufty finews; throwing it aside, And ftemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos’d, Cæsar cry'd, “help me, Caffius, or I sink." I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the fames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæsar : and this man

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(2) For once, &c.] It is too well known that swimming was a usual exercise with the hardy and noble Romans, to infist upon it here: Horace makes it a mark of effeminacy to neglect it: and complains to Lydia, that she had enervated Sybaris, by making him afraid even to touch the yellow Tyber's stream-..Cur timet flavum Tyberim tangere ?

See ode 8. 1.1 Julius Cæsar was remarkable for his excellence in swimming Beaumont and Fletcher, in their False one, thus nobly describe one of the most illuftrious incidents of his life--

But got near the sea,
In which his navy anchor'd, in one hand
Holding a scroll he had, above the waves,
And in the other grasping faft his sword,
As it had been a trident forg'd by Vulcan
To calm the raging ocean; he made away
As if he had been Neptune : his friends, like
So many Tritons follow'd: their bold thouts
Yielding a chearful musick; we shower'd darts
Upon 'em, but in vain : they reach'd their ships,
And in their safety we are funk : for Cæsar
Prepares for war.

See the latter end of All go The reader is desired to refer to the jogth page of the itt volume.


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