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IV-Sempronius' Speech for War-TRAG. OF CATO.
MY voice is still for war.
Gods! Can a Roman senate long debate,
May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Or share their fate. The corps of half her senate
If we should sacrifice our lives to honor,
V-Lucius' Speech for Peace.—IB.
MY thoughts, I must confess are turn'd on peace;
'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind
But free the commonwealth. When this end fails,
Arms have no further use. Our country's cause,
That drew our swords, now wrests them from our hands, And bids us not delight in Roman blood
Unprofitably shed. What men could do
Is done already. Heaven and earth will witness,
VI-Hotspur's Accouns of the For.-HENRY IV.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord; neat; trimly dress'd;
And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
And still he smil'd and talk'd:
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He question'd me; among the rest, demanded
I then, all smarting with my wounds, being gall'd
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (heaven save the mark))
Was spermaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, (so it was)
Betwixt my love, and your high Majesty.
"BUT, for mine own part my lord, I could be well. contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house." He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house? He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous." Why, that's certain! 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink
but I tell you, my lord Fool, out of this nettle danger, we plack this flower safely. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition."Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant; a good plot; good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commands the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglass? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? And are there not some of them set forward already ? What a Pagan rascal is this! An infidel-Ha! You shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honorable an action. Hang him! Let him tell the king. We are prepared. I will set forward to night.
VIII-Othello's Apology for his Marriage.
TRAGEDY OF OTHELLO.
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me ;
I ran it through, e'en from my boyish days
Of hairbreadth 'scapes in th' imminent deadly breach ;
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
Would Desdemona seriously incline;
But still the house affairs would draw her thence;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful; 'twas wond'rous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man. She thank'd me And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. On this hint I spake ;
X.-Henry IV's Soliloquy on Sleep.-SHAKESPEARE.
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
And hush'd with buzzing night flies to thy slumbef,
And luli'd with sounds of sweetest melody?
Who take the ruffian billows by the tops,
X-Captain Bobadil's Method of defeating an Army.
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOR.
I WILL tell you, sir, by the way of private and under seal, I am a gentleman; and live here obscure, and to myself; but were I known to his Majesty and the Lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and live, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay three fourths of his yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And bow would I do it, think you? Why thus, Sir.I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land gentlemen they should be; of good spirit, strong and able constitution. I would choose them by an instinct that I have. And I would teach these nineteen the special rules; as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccata, your Imbrocata, your Passada, your Monton. to; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done; say the enemy were forty thousand strong. We twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not, in their hon or, refuge us. Well we would kill them; challenge