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“JULIUS CÆSAR,” Act III, Scene 2.

RIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me

your ears;

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honorable man, So are they all, all honorable men), Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransom did the general coffers fill: Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, And I must pause till it come back to me.


you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: See what a rent the envious Casca made : Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d; And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty

heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you, when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

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But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world : now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet; 'tis his will:

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable :
What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honor-

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

mouths, And bid them speak for me: but, were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

You will compel me, then, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will.




“ MERCHANT OF VENICE,” Act I, Scene 3. Antonio, to oblige his friend Bassanio, becomes his surety for repayment of a loan. Bassanio. This is Signior Antonio.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, Shylock (aside). How like a fawning publican Say this: “Fair sir, you spit on me on Wedneshe looks!

day last; I hate him for he is a Christian ;

You spurned me such a day; another time But more for that in low simplicity

You called me dog ; and for these courtesies He lends out money gratis and brings down I'll lend you thus much moneys ?” The rate of usance here with us in Venice.

Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, If I can catch him once upon the hip,

To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,

As to thy friends; for when did friendship take Even there where merchants most do congregate, A breed for barren metal of his friend? On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, But lend it rather to thine enemy. Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, Who, if he break, thou mayest with better face If I forgive him.

Exact the penalty. Antonio. Shylock, although I neither lend nor Shy. Why, look you, how you storm ! borrow

I would be friends with


and have your love, By taking nor by giving of excess,

Forget the shames that you have stain'd Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend,

with, I'll break a custom.

Supply your present wants and take no doit Shy. Methought you said you neither lend nor Of usance for my moneys, and you'll not hear

Upon advantage.

This is kind I offer.
I do never use it.

Bass. This were kindness.
Shy. When Jacob grazed his uncle Laban's Shy.

This kindness will I show. sheep

Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Ant. And what of him ? did he take interest ? Your single bond; and in a merry sport,
Shy. No, not take interest, not, as you would If you repay me not on such a day,

In such a place, such sum or sums as are
Directly interest : mark what Jacob did.

Express'd in such condition, let the forfeit
This was a way to thrive, and he was blest : Be nominated for an equal pound
And thrist is blessing, if men steal it not.


your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken Ant. Mark you this, Bassanio,

In what part of your body pleaseth me. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Ant. Content i' faith : I'll seal to such a bond, An evil soul producing holy witness

And say there is much kindness in the Jew. Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,

Bass. You shall not sign to such a bond for A goodly apple rotten at the heart.

Shy. Signior Antonio, many time and oft I'll rather dwell in my necessity. In the Rialto you have rated me

Ant. Why, fear not, man ; I will not forfeit it: About my money and my usances :

Within these two months—that's a month before Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,

This bond expires—I do expect return For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

Of thrice three times the value of this bond. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,

Shy. O father Abram, what these Christians And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,

are, And all for use of that which is mine own.

Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect Well then, it now appears you need my help: The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this? Go too, then; you come to me and you say, If he should break his day, what should I gain? “Shylock, we would have moneys: you say so; A pound of man's flesh taken from a man You that did void your rheum upon my beard, Is not so estimable, profitable neither, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur

As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say Over your threshold : moneys is your suit.

To buy his favor, I extend this friendship: What should I say to you? Should I not say, If he will take it, so; if not, adieu : “Hath a dog money? is it possible

And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not. A cur can lend three thousand ducats?" or

Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.


Shy. Then meet me henceforth at the notary's;
Give him directions for this money bond,
And I will go and purse the ducats straight;
See to my house, left in the fearful guard

Of an unthrifty knave, and presently
I will be with you.

Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
The Hebrew will turn Christian : he grows kind.



“ HAMLET," Act III, Scene 1. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question : | The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The insolence of office, and the spurns The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

When he himself might his quietus make And by opposing end them? To die,-to sleep, — With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end

bear, The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks To grunt and sweat under a weary life; That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation

But that the dread of something after death, Devoutly to be wished. To die,-to sleep ;- The undiscovered country, from whose bourn To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the No traveler returns, puzzles the will;

And makes us rather bear those ills we have, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Than fly to others that we know not of? When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; Must give us pause: there's the respect,

And thus the native hue of resolution That makes calamity of so long life :

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, And enterprises of great pith and moment, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's con- With this regard, their currents turn awry, tumely,

And lose the name of action.



“ HAMLET," Act I, Scene 4. Enter GHOST.

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?

Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we Hor. Look, my lord, it comes !

Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
us !-

As if it some impartment did desire
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned, To you alone.
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Mar. Look, with what courteous action

It wafts you to a more removed ground :
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,

But do not go with it. Thou comest in such a questionable shape,

Hor. No, by no means. That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it. King, father, royal Dane : 0, answer me :

Hor. Do not, my lord. Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell,

Ham. It wafts me still :Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Go on, I'll follow thee. Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre, Where wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go no Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urned,

further. Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,

Ghost. Mark me.
To cast thee up again! What may this mean, Ham. I will.
That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Ghost. My hour is almost come,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, Must render up myself.
So horridly to shake our disposition,

Ham. Alas, poor ghost !

Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hear

To what I shall unfold.

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt

Ham. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's spirit;
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their

Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine ;
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood :-List, Hamlet, O

list !-
If thou didst ever thy dear father love, -

Ham. O heaven !
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural


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OST potent, grave, and reverend signeurs, Hath this extent; no more.

Rude am I in my
My very noble and approved good masters, speech,
That I have ta’en away this old man's And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:

For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, It is most true ; true, I have married her : Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used The very head and front of my offending Their dearest action in the tented field,

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And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious

patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what

What conjuration and what mighty magic,
For such proceeding I am charged withal,
I won his daughter.

A maiden never bold;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at herself; and she, in spite of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, everything,
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look

on ! It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect That will confess perfection so could err Against all rules of nature, and must be driven To find out practices of cunning hell, Why this should be. I therefore vouch again That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Or with some dram conjured to this effect, He wrought upon her. Duke.

To vouch this, is no proof, Without more wider or more overt test Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him.

First Sen. But, Othello, speak; Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ? Or came it by request and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth ?

Duke. Say it, Othello.

Othello. Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it:

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by food and field;
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i’ the imminent deadly

Of being taken by the insolent foe,
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And importance in my travel's history:
Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch

heaven, It was my hint to speak,—such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline, But still the house-affairs would draw her thence: Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She’ld come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,—it faith, 't was strange, 't was passing

strange ; ’T was pitiful, 't was wondrous 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 loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.

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