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tled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice. But the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts ex. treme. It illuminateth the face ; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart ; who great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage and this valbr comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it awork ; and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a
i devil till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant ; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land, manured, husbanded and tilled, with drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack.
XIV.—Prologue to the Tragedy of Cato.—Pope.
TO wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
Who sees him act, but envies every deed ?
man, dejected Rome ador'd, And honor'd Cesar's less than Cato's sword.
Britons attend. Be worth like this approved ;
XV.—Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul.
TRAGEDY OF CATO. IT must be som -Plato thou reasonest well ! Else, Whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or, Whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought i Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us : Tis heaven itself that points out an Hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity !—thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass 1 The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when ? Or where? This world was made for Cesar. I'm weary of conjectures- this must end them.
[Laying his hand on hit sword. Thus I am doubly arm'd. My death and life, My bane and antidote are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, securd in her existence, smiles
XVII Sfieech of Henry V, to his Soldiers at the Siege
sf Harfleur.--SHAKESPEARE'S HENRY V. ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends once more, Or close the wall up with the English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tyger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard favor'd rage : Then lend the eye a terrible aspect : Let it pry o'er the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, And fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ;, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To its full height. Now on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fetch'd from fathers of war proof; Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Dishonor not your mother ; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The metal of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot : Follow your spirit ; and, upon this charge, Cry, God for Harry, England and St. George !
XVIII.—Speech of Henry V, before the Battle of Agin
court, on the Earl of Westmoreland's wishing for more Men from England.—Ib.
WHAT'S he that wishes more men from England ?
XIX.Soliloquy of Dick the Apprentice.
Farce, The Apprentice. THUS far we run before the wind. Ad apothe. cary !—Make an apothecary of me What, cramp my genius over a pestle and mortar ; or mew me up in
a shop, with an alligator stuffed, and a beggarly accaunt of empty boxes! To be culling simples, and constantly adding to the bills of mortality No ! no ! It will
! be much better to be pasted up in capitals, THE PART OF ROMEO BY YOUNG GENTLEMAN PEARED ON ANY STAGE BEFORE ! My ambition Tires at the thought.- -But hold ; mayn't I run some chance of failing in my attempt ? Hissed—pelted laughed at—not admitted into the green room ;- -that will never do—down, busy devil, down, down; try it again—loved by the women—envied by the men—applauded by the pit, clapped by the gallery, admired by the boxes. " Dear colonel, is'nt he a charming creature ? My lord, don't you like him of all things ?—Makes love like an angel ! -What an eye he has ! Fine legs !
I shall certainly go to his benefit."--Celestial sounds ! And then I'll get in with all the painters, and have myself put up in every print shop—in the char. acter of Macbeth ! " This is a sorry sight." (Stands an attitude.) In the character of Richard, " Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds !" This will do rarely:
And then I have a chance of getting well married- -O glorious thought! I will enjoy it, though but in fancy. But what's o'clock ? It must be almost nine. I'll away at once; this is club night--the spouters are all met—little think they I'm in town—they'll he surprised to see me -off I go; and then for my assigna. tion with my master Gargle's daughter.
XX.—Cassius instigating Brutus to join the conspiracy
against Cesar.Thag. Of Julius Cesar.
HONOR is the subject of my story.
says to mc, " Dar'st thou, Cassius, now