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Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost. 1. 1o'l
My brother's timeless death I seem to mourn, 12 l.
Who perish'd with thee on this fatal day." Nissil
To thee I lift my voice ; 'to thee address I sw 1410?)
The plaint, which mortal ear has never heard. It YT
Oh! disregård me not. Though I am call'dri! soil'l
Another's now, my heart is wholly thiné.lis 2 MI
Incapable of change, affection lies '11 2111
Buried, my Douglas, in thy bloody grave.'sir
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nos 1. F?!!! Anya r is 19 T FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen !_lend me your ears. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.' " ' .1! The evil that men do lives after them ;

The good is oft interred with their bones sensi
So let it be with Cæsar !Noble Brutus tot di sogni
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious!":"ibi ya
If it was 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 honourable man !
So are they all! all honourable 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 honourable man ! t.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransomš 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 honourable 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 oy es 21:00 101
And sure he is an honourable man cp 97 (99bul
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spokezinis eint
But here I am to speak what I do know. (1991W 10'1
You all did love him once; not without calise: Tril
What causerwithholds you then to mourn for him )
O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, ni ba
And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me!
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar ; thu
And I must-pause tillit come back to me! jedw to

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might i (1901
Have stood against the world now lies he there,
And none so poor as do him reverence ! ? * 1.40
O masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir in '1.
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, il bid
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, TU!!
Who, yon all know are honourable men! 919f}
I will not do them wrong, I rather choose fx )
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you we ol
Than I will wrong such honourable men! udi 1981
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsared 71
I found it in his closet-'tis his will !!... D r JSKIT
Let but the commons hear his testamenti bal
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, sino I
And they will go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, vis I
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; en tu
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, ti islenoi tod'I
And, dying, mention it within their wills, det jariT
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy 2013 Bil I 70'l
Unto their issue isso ns; os insec1011o

If you have tears, prepare to shed them nowita oT You all do know this mantle? I remember or [191 The first time ever-Cæsar put it on ;/13 He stop weile 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent-uswoni That day he overcame the Nervii ! bid bni Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through! See what a rent the envious Casca made! i bivoli Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbid to a And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, 912 9111 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 d e ']

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angels Judge, O ye gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! ali This, this was the unkindest cut of all ; : 100 dages For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab! Dan Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, ... 101 Quite vanquish'd him. Then burst his mighty heart; And in his mantle muffling up his face, tugis bort Even at the base of Pompey's statue s t ll"}isa bois Which all the while ran blood-Great Cæsar fell !!, Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen !,!ins Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ;-s4 speed Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us! nega messa Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel 10. bis The dint of pity: these are gracious drops ! ITT Kind souls! what! weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ?-look you hered. Here is himself-marr'd as you see, by traitors !

Good friends! sweet friends ! let me not stir you To such a sudden flood of mutiny! . ,' to'p up They that have done this deed are honourable! What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reason 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 loves his 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, 1,!? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, srps! To stip men's blood: I only speak right on!, si I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb

mouths!01:3) Uvin 71-.han,"?js .sus. And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,': ! And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony's ofrece Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue : czy In every wound of Cæsar, that should move." T1 The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny! to res bil ze ji b'moli ligjit,;": ferritej til Shakspeare:


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Had it pleas'd heaven ; . i 23. marts $: To try me with misfortune-had it rain d robe All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,... masyat . Given to adversity me and my utmost hopes I should have found in some part of my soul WEK? A drop of patience! But, alas! to make me 'T A fixed figure for the hand of scorn.

To point its slow unmoving finger at !
Yet could I bear that !-well very well brun,
But there, where I had garner'd up my heart
Where either I must live, or bear no life is on

The fountain from which my current runs, som
Or else dries up to be discarded, thence ! rol
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toadstootminsamo
To knot and gender in nyt į tez piwoh tid
Turn thy complexion there, t e of the arron a
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim !
Ay, there--look black as hell! ratio, sgr PORT

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- Por no Sistot route Wizard. Lochiel ! Lochiel ! beware of the day? When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, i And the clans of Culloden are scatter'd in fight: .

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They rally prethey bleed for their kingdom and
14 crown;
Woe, woe, to the riders that trample them down!
Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, . .
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the
But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war,
What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
'Tis thine, O Glenullin! whose bride shall await,
Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate.
A steed comes at morning: no rider is there;
But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Weep, Albin! to death and captivity led !
Oh weep! but thy tears cannot number the dead :
For a merciless sword o'er Culloden shall wave,
Culloden! that reeks with the blood of the brave."}
Lochiel. Go preach to the coward, thou death.

telling seer!
Or, if gory Culloden' so' dreadful appear, hrou
Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight!"
This mantle, to cover the phantom's of fright. A
Wizard.-Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to

scorn ? Basebnosti pro " pos. Tad Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Say, rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the

north, miks ..!! Prito Lo! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;. But down let him stoop from his havoc on high !". Ah! home let him speed—for the spoiler is nigh.”, Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast !

Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyry, that beacons the darkness of heaven, Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlement's height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling all lonely-return! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Lochiel.False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan:"

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