Norv.

Allaying both their fury, and my passion
With its sweet air. Thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather;-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

LADY RANDOLPH ON DISCOVERING DOUGLAS.
La. Rand. Thy virtue ends her woe:-my son, my son!
I am thy mother, and the wife of Douglas!
Norv. O heav'n and earth, how wond'rous is my fate!
Art thou my mother! Ever let me kneel!
La. Rand. Image of Douglas! fruit of fatal love!
All that I owe thy sire, I pay to thee.
Respect and admiration still possess me,
Checking the love and fondness of a son:
Yet I was filial to my humble parents.
But did my sire surpass the rest of men,
As thou excellest all of womankind?
La. Rand. Arise, my son! In me thou dost behold
The poor remains of beauty once admired:
The autumn of my days is come already;
For sorrow made my summer haste away.
Yet in my prime I equall'd not thy father;
His eyes were like the eagle's, yet sometimes
Like the dove's; and, as he pleas'd he won
All hearts with softness, or with spirit aw'd.
HOPE.

HOPE brightens the countenance, arches the eyebrows; gives the eyes an eager wishful look; opens the mouth to half a smile; bends the body a little forward; the feet equal; spreads the arms with the hands open, as to receive the object of its longings. The tone of the voice is eager and uneven, inclining to that of joy; but curbed by a degree of doubt and anxiety.

PERSONIFICATOIN OF HOPE.

But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?

Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,

And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!

Still would her touch the strain prolong;

And from the rocks, the woods, the vale,

She call'd on Echo still, through all the song;

And where her sweetest theme she chose,

A soft responsive voice was heard at every close,
And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair.
HOPE, FROM GLOVER'S BOADICEA.

O, Hope, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch,
Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort,
Relieves the load of poverty; sustains
The captive bending with the weight of bonds,
And smooths the pillow of disease and pain;
Send back th' exploring messenger with joy,
And let me hail thee from that friendly grove.

INVOCATION OF HOPE.

Hope, thou nurse of young Desire,
Fairy promiser of joy;

Painted vapour, glow-worm, fire,
Secret bliss that ne'er can cloy;
Kind deceiver, flatter still,
Deal out pleasures unpossess'd,
With thy dreams my fancy fill,
And in visions make me bless'd.
DESIRE.

DESIRE, (which is Hope strongly excited) differs chiefly from it in the latter particular, as to expression, there being more the appearance of doubt and anxiety in Hope than Desire. Desire most generally expresses itself by bending the body forward, and stretching the arms towards the object, as to grasp it, The countenance smiling, but eager and wishful; the eye wide open, and the eyebrows raised; the mouth open, tone of voice suppliant, but lively and cheerful unless there be distress as well as desire the expressions fluent and copious; if no words are used, sighs instead of them; but this is chiefly in distress.

JULIET IN EXPECTATION OF ROMEO.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner
As Phaeton, would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain love-performing night,

That runaway's eyes may wink; and Romeo

Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen;

Come, night! Come, Romeo! Come thou day in night!

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.

-Give me my Romeo ; and when he shall die,

Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd; so tedious is this day,
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child, that hath new robes,

And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse.

DESPAIR.

DESPAIR, as in a condemned criminal, or one who has lost all hope of salvation, bends the eyebrows downwards; clouds the forehead; rolls the eyes frightfully around; opens the mouth towards the ears; bites the lips; widens the nostrils; gnashes with the teeth, like a fierce wild beast; The heart is too much

hardened to suffer tears to flow, yet the eyes will be red and inflamed, like those of an animal in a rabid state. The head is hung down upon the breast. The arms are bounded at the elbows, the fists are clenched hard; and the whole body strained, and violently agitated; groans, expressive of inward torture more frequently uttered than words. If any words, they are few, and expressed with a sullen eager bitterness; the tone of voice often loud and furious. As Despair often drives people to distraction, and self-murder, it can hardly be overacted by one who would represent it properly.

K. Hen.

PERSONIFICATION OF DESPAIR.
With woeful measures wan despair
Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd;
A solemn, strange, and mingled air;

'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.

CARDINAL BEAUFORT ON HIS DEATH-BED.
How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.
Card. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
Enough to purchase such another island,

K. Hen.

So thou will let me live, and feel no pain.
Ah! what a sign it is of evil life,

When death's approach is seen so terrible!
War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
Card. Bring me unto my trial when you will.

Died he not in his bed? Where should he die?
Can I make men live, whether they will or no?-
O! torture me no more, I will confess,—
Alive again? then shew where he is;

him.

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon
He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.-

Comb down his hair look! look! it stands upright,
Like lime twigs set to catch my winged soul!
Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
Bring me the strong poison that I bought of him.

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,

Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
O, beat away the busy medling fiend,
That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
And from his bosom purge this black despair!
War. See how the pangs of death doth make him grin.
K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope,—
He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him!

PART OF SATAN'S SOLILOQUY.

-Be then his love accurs'd, since love or hate,
To me alike, it deals eternal woe,

Nay, curs't be thou! since against his, thy will

Chose freely what it now so justly rues,
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair;
Which way I fly is Hell, myself am Hell;
And in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer, seems a Heaven--
O then, at last relent! Is there no place
Left for repentance? None for pardon left?
None left but by submission; and that word
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd
With other promises, and other vaunts
Than to submit; boasting I could subdue
Th' Omnipotent; Ah me! they little know
How dearly I abide that boast so vain;
Under what torments inwardly I groan,
While they adore me on the throne of Hell,
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall, only supreme
In misery! such joy ambition finds!
JEALOUSY.

Pain-seeking Jealousy feels doubtful rage,
Which trustful pity struggles to assuage;
Thence frets uncertain pain, with pensive glow, ·
And look and action share divided woe,

Sad in the face-the hearts felt softness reigns

While each tug'd sinew angry vengeance strains.

JEALOUSY, is a ferment of love, hatred, hope, fear, shame, anxiety, suspicion, grief, pity, envy, pride, rage, cruelty, vengeance, madness; and if these be such, of all others which can agitate the human mind, therefore to express Jealousy well, it is required that one should know how to represent justly, all those passions by turns. For this reason, we have placed it at the conclusion of these exercises on the passions, that the pupil having had a previous idea of expressing all the rest, might be the better able to express this with effect; and we refer him separately to the others, to refresh his memory. See Love, Hatred, &c. Jealousy shews itself by restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety; absence of mind. Sometimes it bursts out in piteous complaint, and weeping; then a gleam of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a momentary smile. Immediately the face, clouded with a sudden gloom, shews the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions, and frightful imaginations. Then the arms are folded upon the breast; the fists violently clenched: the rolling bloodshot eyes, dart fury. He hurries to and fro, he has no more rest than a ship in troubled sea, the sport of winds and waves. Again, he composes himself to

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rest a little, to reflect on the charms of the suspected object. She appears to his imagination, like the sweetness of the rising morn. Then his monster-breeding fancy represents her, as false as she is fair. Then he roars out like one on a rack; throws himself on the ground, and beats his head against the floor or pavement. Then he springs up, and with the look and action of a fury, snatches the instrument of death, after destroying the loved, suspected, hated, lamented, fair one, he stabs himself to the heart, and falls, a horrible picture of the excess of the passions.

PERSONIFICATION OF JEALOUSY.

Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fixed;
Sad proof of thy distressful state!

Of different themes the veering song was mix'd;
And now it courted Love, now raging, called on Hate.
ALONZO AND LEONORA.

Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn!

Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves!

Are ye not blasted as I enter in;

Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower!
Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receivest
A murderer!-Ha! she sleeps―

The day's uncommon heat has overcome her,
Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze.
Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair!
Who would not think that being innocent?
Oh, my distracted heart!—Oh, cruel heaven!
To give such charms as these, and then call man,
Mere man, to be your executioner!

But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more.

It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss.

Ha! smile again? She dreams of him she loves.

Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all.

LEONTES ON HERMOINE'S SUPPOSED UNFAITHFULNESS.

How bless'd am I

In my just censure! In my true opinion!—
Alack, for lesser knowledge !-how accurs'd
In being so blest!-There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected; but if one present

The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge and sides,
With violent hefts;-I have drank and seen the spider.

OTHELLO MADE JEALOUS OF DESDEMONA.
Ha! Ha! false to me! To me?

Avaunt! begone; thou hast set me on the rack
I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd

Than but to know't a little.

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