a shop, with an alligator stuffed, and a beggarly account of empty boxes! To be culling simples, and constantly adding to the bills of mortality No! No! It will be much better to be pasted up in capitals, THE PART OF ROMEO BY A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHO NEVER APPEARED ON ANY STAGE BEFORE! My ambition fires at the thought.But hold; mayn't I run some chance of fang in my atten pt? Hissed-peltedlaughed at-not admitted into the green room;—that will never do-down, busy devil, down, down; try it again-loved by the women-envied by the men-applauded by the pit, clapped by the gallery, admired by the boxes. "Dear colonel, is'nt he a charming creature? My lord, don't you like him of all things ?-Makes love like an angel!- What an eye he has ! Fine legs! I shall certainly go to his benefit.". -Celestial sounds!And then I'll get in with all the painters, and have my self put up in every print shop-in the char acter of Macbeth! "This is a sorry sight." (Stands an attitude.) In the character of Richard, "Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!" This will do rarely.- And then I have a chance of getting well married-O glorious thought! I will enjoy it, though but in fancy. But what's o'clock? It must be almost nine. I'll away at once; this is club night-the spouters are all met-little think they I'm in town-they'll be surprised to see me off I go ; and then for my assignation with my master Gargle's daughter. XX.-Cassius instigating Brutus to join the Conspiracy against Cesar.-TRAG. OF JULIUS CESAR. HONOR is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men In awe to such a thing as myself. I was born free as Cesar; so were you: And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, And bade him follow: so indeed he did. And steaming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend, his body, 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 A man of such a feeble temper, should And bear the palm alone. Brutus and Cesar! What should be in that Cesar? XXI.-Brutus' Harangue on the Death of Cesar.-IB. ROMANS, Countrymen and Lovers!-Hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him, I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead to live all freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. -Who's here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him I have offended. Who's here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him I have offended. Who's here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him I have offended. I pause for a reply None! Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cesar than you shall do to Brutus. The ques tion of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart-that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death. XXII.-Antony's Oration over Cesar's Body.-IB. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen! Lend me your ears, So let it be with Cesar! Noble Brutus He was my friend, faithful and just to me : And Brutus is an honorable man. ; He hath brought many captives home to Rome, When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept! You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, 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 ; Let but the commons hear this testament, Unto their issue. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Look! in this place run Cassius' dagger through-- L'en at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell. Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up They that have done this deed are honorable! That made them do it! They are wise and honorable, 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 knew full well, Show you sweet Cesar'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 |