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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
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be

In awe to such a thing as myself.

I was born free as Cesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
Cesar says to me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this argry flood,

And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

And bade him follow: so indeed he did.
The icrrent roar'd and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,

And steaming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cesar cry?d, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink."
I, as Aneas, our great ancestor,

Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear; so, from the waves of Tiber,
Did I the tired Cesar; and this man

Is now become a god; and Cassius is

A wretched creature, and must bend, his body,
If Cesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And when the fit was on him I did mark

How he did shake; 'tis true; this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their color fly;

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan:

Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
"Alas!" it cry'd: "Give me some drink, Titinius ;**
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble temper, should
So get the start of the majestic world,

And bear the palm alone.

Brutus and Cesar! What should be in that Cesar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a name ;;
Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them; it is as heavy conjure with 'em ;-
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar.
Now in the name of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats doth this our Cesar feed,
That he has grown so great? Age, thou art asham'd;
Rome thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, 'till now, they talk'd of Rome
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Oh! You and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' infernal devil, to keep his state in room,
As easily as a king.

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,
I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones :

So let it be with Cesar! Noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grevious fault;
And greviously hath Cesar answer'd it.
Here under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men)
Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral.-

He was my friend, faithful and just to me :
But Brutus says he was ambitious

And Brutus is an honorable man.


He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cesar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept!
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.

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.

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I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ;
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once; not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me :
My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar;
And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday the word of Cesar might
Have stood against the world! now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O Masters! If I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong-I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cesar;
I found it in his closet; 'tis his will.

Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)
And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood-
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

Unto their issue.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle : I remember
The first time ever Cesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcome the Nervii-

Look! in this place run Cassius' dagger through--
See what a rent the envious Casca made-
Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it!
This, this was the unkindest cut of all!
For when the noble Cesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him! then burst his mighty heart,
And in his mantle muffling up his face,

L'en at the base of Pompey's statue,

(Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity! These are gracious drops.
Kind souls! What, weep you when you behold
Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself-marr'd, as you see, by traitors.

Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny!

They that have done this deed are honorable!
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,

That made them do it! They are wise and honorable,
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 love my friend-and that they knew full well,
That gave me public leave to speak of him!
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech,
To stir men's blood-I only speak right on,
I tell you that which you yourselves do know-

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
In every wound of Cesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny.

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