It hath the primal eldest curse upon it~ GLIMPSE of HOPE. -What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force- Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; GUILT. -But, Oh! what form of pray'r Can serve my turn?— DEPRECATION. "Forgive me my foul murder !” GUILT. That cannot be; since I am still possess'd TERROR. But 'tis not so above: ANXIETY. What then?--What rests 2-4 HOPE. Try what repentance can-what can it not? OBDURACY. Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? DESPAIR. Oh wretched state! oh bosom black as death! ANGUISH. Help, angels, make essay? Bow, stubborn knees! and heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; All may be well! HOPE. [The king kneels; and, by his looks and gestures, expresses great agony and horror, but no penitential melting of the heart; after continuing a short time in that posture, he rises in despair, and speaks the following.] DESPAIR. My words fly up-my thoughts remain below- V. The scene in which Cassius excites Brutus to oppose Caesar's power. DISCONTENT. Cassius. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell, what you, and other men Think of this life: but for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be CONTEMPT. In awe of such a thing as I myself. PRIDE. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: NARRATION with CONTEMPT. For once upon a raw and gusty day, QUESTION. Cæsar says τα me, Leap in with me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, COURAGE. [This passage cannot be expressed with life, without something of the action of swimming.] I plunged in, And bade him follow! so indeed he did, And stemming it with hearts of controversy: But e'er we could arrive the point propos'd, DISTRESS and INTREATING. Cæsar cry'd," Help me, Cassius, or I sink!" COURAGE. Then, as Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulders, The old Anchises bear; so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tir'd Cæsar: WONDER. And this man Is now become a god, and Cussius is CONTEMPT. A wretched creature, and must bend his body, NARRATION with CONTEMPT. He had a fever, when he was in Spain : RANT. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose its lustre. I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans SICKNESS. Alas, it cry'd, "Give me some drink, Titinius". WONDER. As a sick girl! Ye gods, it doth amaze me, LISTENING. Brutus. Another general shout! WONDER. I do believe, that these raptures are DISCONTENT. For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar. RANT. Cassius. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus! and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, REGRET. Men at sometimes have been masters of their fates: EXCITING. Brutus and Cæsar! what should be in that Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, your's is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is, as heavy; conjure with them. Brutus will start a ghost as soon as Cæsar. WONDER. Now in the names of all the gods at once, CONTEMPT. Age, thou art sham'd; Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods But it was famed with more than with one man ? EXCITING. Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say, As soon as a king. [The character of Brutus being cool courage, his speech is to be expressed accordingly, as follows:] APPROBATION. Brutus. That you do love me, I'm nothing jealous, What you would work me to, I have some aim: Be any farther mov'd! What you have said DISCONTENT. Brutus-had rather be a Lybian, Than to repute himself a son of Rome, Is like to lay upon us. VI. Prologue to Cato.. TEACHING. To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, [Exeunt.] [The words, "mend the heart," may be expressed with the right hand laid on the breast.] COURAGE. To make mankind, (in conscious virtue bold,) |