DOUGLAS'S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF. To follow to the field some warlike lord; And heaven soon granted what my sire denied. Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, The road he took; then hasted to my friends, "Till we o'ertook the spoil encumber'd foe; We fought, and conquer'd. 'Ere a sword was drawn, The shepherd's slothful life; and having heard Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master. PORTIA TO BASSANIO,-MERCHANT OF VENICE. You see me lord Bassanio, where I stand, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times That only to stand high on your account, But she may learn; and happier than this, ANGER. ANGER, when not strongly excited, sometimes expresses itself by a sullen silence,-When violent, it expresses itself with rapidity, interruption, noise, harshness and trepidation. The neck stretched out; the head forward, often nodding, and shaken in a menacing manner, against the object of the passion. "Anger is pride provok'd beyond controul, And short thick breathings paint the infelt storm.” When carried to excess, the eyes become red, inflamed, staring, rolling and sparkling; the eyebrows drawn down over them; and the forehead wrinkled into clouds. The nostrils stretched wide; every vein swelled; every muscle strained; the breast heaving; and breath fetched hard. The mouth open and drawn on each side towards the ears; shewing the teeth in a gnashing posture. The face bloated, pale, red, or sometimes almost black. The feet stamping; the right arm often thrown out, and menacing with the clenched fist shaken, and a general and violent agitation of the whole body. PERSONIFICATION OF ANGER. KING LEAR BANISHING KENT. Hear me recreant! on thine allegiance hear me! Upon our kingdom; if, on the tenth day following, HOTSPUR READING A LETTER. 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! Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house:-he shews 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 pluck this flower, safety. 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 lack brain is this? By the lord, our plot is a good plot as was ever 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 commends the plot, and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an 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 Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of next month? And are they 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 skimm'd milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: we are prepared : I will set forward to-night. DUKE OF YORK ON BOLINGBROKE'S REBELLION. -Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Fright'ning her pale-faced villages with war, And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence? And in my loyal bosom lies his power, Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, SIR ANTHONY ABSOLUTE. -Can't you be cool, like me? What the devil good can passion do? passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate! There you sneer again! don't provoke me! but you rely upon the mildness of my temper; you do, you dog! you play upon the meekness of my disposition! Yet, take care, the patience of a saint may be overcome at last. But mark! I give you six hours and a half to consider this; if you then agree, without any condition, to do everything on earth that I choose, whyconfound you! may in time forgive you. If not, zounds! don't enter into the same hemisphere with me! don't dare to breathe the same air, or use the same light with me; but get an atmosphere and a sun of your own! I'll strip you of your commission; I'll lodge a five and threepence in the hands of trustees, and you shall live upon the interest. I'll disown you, I'll disinherit you, I'll unget you! and, d- n me, if ever I call you Jack again!· RAGE, (Which is an excess of anger,) is similarly expressed, but with more violence. KING LEAR ON BEING DRIVEN OUT BY HIS DAUGHTERS. Blow wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanes spout, Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, 'Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts Singe my white head! And thou, all shaking thunder, Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, -Spit fire! Spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. Auf.-Name not the god, thou boy of tears, Too great for what contains it. Boy! slave! -Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Flutter'd your voices in Corioli, Alone I did it-boy! -O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! THE QUARREL OF GLENALVON AND NORVAL. Perhaps I should revile; but, as I am, I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval Glen. Dost thou not know Glenalvon, born to command Nor. Villain, no more. Draw, and defend thy life. I did design But heav'n accelerates its vengeance on thee, The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service : SCORN. Scorn is cold anger, careless and at ease, I cannot tell, what you and other' men In awè of such a thing as I myself. I was born as free as Cæsar'; so were you'; And bade him follow': so indeed he did', Did from the flames of Troy', upon his shoulders Did I' the tired Cæsar': and this' man Is now become a God'; and Cassius' is A wretched creaturè, and must bend his body', He had a fever' when he was in Spain', And, when the fit' was on him, I did mark How he did shake': 'tis true', this god did shake: And that same eye', whose bend doth awe the world', Ay, and that tongue' of his, that bade the Romans As a sick girl. Ye gods', it doth amaze` me, |