the governor, "or else I am the greatest dunce in the world. And now you shall see whether I have not a head-piece fit to govern a whole kingdom upon a shift." 18. This said, he ordered the cane to be broken in open court, which was no sooner done, than out dropped the ten crowns. All the spectators were amazed, and began to look on their governor as a second Solomon. They asked him how he could conjecture that the ten crowns were in the cane. He told them that, having observed how the defendant gave it to the plaintiff to hold while he took his oath, and then swore he had truly returned the money into his own hands, after which he took his cane again from the plaintiff, it came into his head that the money was lodged within the reed; from whence may be learned, that, though sometimes those that govern may be destitute of sense, yet it often pleases God to direct them in their judgment. Cervantes. CIV.-SELECTIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. I. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Justice, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, The sixth age shifts With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, As You Like It, Act ii. Scene 7. II.-POLONIUS'S ADVICE. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Bear it, that the opposèd may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; III.-MAN. Hamlet, i. 3. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! IV.-SLEEP. Hamlet, ii. 2. O Sleep! O gentle Sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody? O, thou dull god! why liest thou with the vile, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them II. Henry IV., iii. 1. V. THE DEATH OF KINGS. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks; Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and—farewell, king! Richard II., iii. 2. VI.-REPUTATION. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thou sands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, Othello, iii. 3. VII.-HONOR. Prince Henry. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Falstaff. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 't is no matter; honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honor? A word. What is that word, honor? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died on Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it-therefore, I'll none of it: honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. I. Henry IV., v. 1. |