To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, If not, why, in a moment, look to see And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid? EXAMPLES IN VARIOUS STYLES. TENDERNESS. "There's another,-not a sister;-in the happy days gone by The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; But we'll meet no more at Bingen, loved Bingen on the Rhine!" GENTLE-TENDER. "Softly! She is lying With her lips apart. Gently! She is sleeping; She has breathed her last. [MRS. NORTON. [BYRON. RAPID, LIGHT, AND BRILLIANT. "Away! away to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently waving; Away! away to the vale below, Where the streams are gently laving." SLOW, AND EXPRESSIVE OF THE AWFUL. Swung blind and blackening—in the moonless air; Morn came, and went, and came, and brought no day." THREATENING CONVERSATIONAL. Cassius. Brutus,-bay not me! I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, To hedge me in: I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions. Brutus. Go to; you are not, Cassius. Bru. I say you are not! Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further! Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus: I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say better? Bru. If you did, I care not! Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What! durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life, you durst not! Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. REVENGE-CIRCUMFLEX. "If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? Tam a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food; hurt with the same weapons; subject to the same diseases; heal'd by the same means; warm'd and cool'd by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, REVENGE. The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction." HORROR. Macbeth. I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. Lady Macbeth. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 't is no other; Macb. What man dare, I dare: SCORN. "Ay, go thy way, thou painted thing, There's nothing but the common slime "And night will come; and thou wilt lie With lutes to lull thee, flowers to shed A Spartan spear to guard thy rest. The Persian lance,-the Carian club!— I shall sleep sounder in my tub! DISGUST AND CONTEMPT. Hamlet. O God! your only jig-maker. What should a man do but bemerry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. Ophelia. Nay, 't is twice two months, my lord. Ham. So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago and not forgotten yet! Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year; but, by 'r lady, he must build churches then, or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is, "For O! for O! the hobby-horse is forgot!" ALARM AND GRIEF. Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight Lady Macbeth. What's the business, CONTEMPT. Polonius. What do you read, my lord? Hamlet. Words, words,-words. Pol. What is the matter, my lord? Ham. Between whom? Pol. I mean the matter that you read, my lord. Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have gray beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am,-if, like a crab, you could go backward. SARCASM. Julia. Why! do you think I'll work? Duke. I think 't will happen, wife. Julia. What! rub and scrub your noble palace clean? Duke. Those taper fingers will do it daintily. Julia. And dress your victuals (if there be any)? Oh! I shall REMORSE AND HUMILIATION. King. Oh! my offense is rank,-it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,— And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,— To be forestalled, ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd, being down? Then, I'll look up: go mad. [TOBIN. |