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Within the sweep of yon encircling wall,
How many a large creation of the night,
Wide wilderness and mountain, rock and sea,
Peopled with busy transitory groups,

Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd!

If when the shows had left the dreamers' eyes
They should float upward visibly to mine,

How thick with apparitions were that void!

11. May one be pardoned, and retain the offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense's gilded hand may ... shove by... Justice;
And oft 't is seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But... 't is not so above!
THERE... is no shuffling; there the action lies
In its true nature, and we ourselves compelled,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence.

12. Thou sure and firm-set earth!

Hear not my steps, which way they walk; for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout,

And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.

13. Ye eldest gods!

Who in no statues of exactest form

Are palpable; who shun the azure heights
Of beautiful Olympus, and the sound
Of ever-young Apollo's minstrelsy;
Yet, mindful of the empire which ye held
Over dim Chaos, keep revengeful watch
On falling nations, and on kingly lines
About to sink forever; ye, who shed
Into the passions of earth's giant brood,
And their fierce usages, the sense of justice;
Who clothe the faded battlements of tyranny
With blackness, as a funeral pall, and breathe,
Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt,
Pôrtents of ruin, · hear me ! In your presence,

§ 61.

(For now I feel you nigh,) I dedicate
This arm to the destruction of the King
And of his race! O, keep me pitiless;
Expel all human weakness from my frame,
That this keen weapon shake not, when his heart
Should feel its point; and if he has a child
Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice

My country asks, harden my soul to shed it!

Exercises in Middle Pitch. (See § 42.)

A pure and unaspirated quality of voice is generally appropriate in these exercises in middle pitch; but Macbeth's speech (7) is an exception.

1. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica! Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims;

Such harmony is in immortal souls;

But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.

2. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:

For the apparel oft proclaims the man ;

And they in France, of the best rank and station,
Are most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;

For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

3. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, — when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, - I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.

4. What'! will a man play tricks', will he indulge
A silly, fond conceit of his fair form,
And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in presence of his God?
Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes
As with the diamond on his lily hand,
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes,
When I am hungry for the bread of life?

5.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain
Breaks the serene of heaven;

In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray

The desert-circle spreads

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!

6. My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began ;
So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

7.

The child is father of the man,
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

Macbeth. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword:
If trembling I inhibit then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!

§ 62. Exercises in High Pitch. (See § 43.)

...

1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw.
your arrows to the head:
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

A thousand hearts are great within my bosom :
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory ... sits on our helms!"

2. A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse!
Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,

3.

And I will stand the hazard of the die.
I think there be SIX ... Richmonds in the field!
Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse!

Coriolanus. Hear'st thou, Mars?

Aufidius. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too... great for what contains it. Boy! O, slave! (Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time that ever

I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this... cur the lie!)

Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,

Stain all your edges on me.

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Boy?" False hound!

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there,
That like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volces in Co-ri'o-li:
ALONE... I did it.

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4. Not speak of Mortimer!

Boy!"

Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul.
Want mercy, if I do not join with him.

Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And shed my dear blood, drop by drop, in the dust,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

- I WILL; that's flat.

As high in the air as this unthankful king;
As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke.
Those prisoners I shall keep.
He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,

And in his ear I'll HOLLA Mortimer!

Nay, I'll have a starling, shall be taught to speak
Nothing but

MORTIMER,... and give it him,

To keep his anger still in motion.

5. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon : — Do not bid me speak;
See and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!-
Ring the alarum-bell: - Murder! and treason!
Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this drowsy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself! up, up, and see

The great doom's image!

Malcolm! Banquo!

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights,

To countenance this horror!

6. Now what wait we?

For Alfred's word to move upon the foe?
Upon him then! Now think ye on the things
You most do love! Husbands and fathers, on
Their wives and children; lovers, on their beloved;
And all, upon their COUNTRY! When you use

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