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Here will I hold. | If there's a power above us,
And that there is all nature cries aloud
Through all her works, i he must delight in virtue; |
And that which he delights in, must be happy.
But when! | or where ! - | this world was made for

Cæsar. 1
I'm weary of conjectures -- this must end them.

(Laying his hand on his sword
Thus am I doubly arm'd : | my death, and life,
My bane', and antidote i are both before me:/
This in a moment brings me to an end' ;
But this informs me I shall never die. I
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. |
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age', I and nature sink in years, ; I
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements, |
The wreck of matter, I and the crush of worlds. 1


(SHAKSPEARE.) To be, - or not w be — that' is the ques.tion: Whether 't is nobler in the mind | to suffer The slings, and arrows of outrageous fortune; | Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, / And, by opposing, end them? To die' - to sleep' - |

1 No more — and, by a sleep, I to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 't is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 1

To die' - to sleep -1 To sleep! 'perchance to dream-'ay, there 's the rub ;. For, in thai sleep of death, / what dreams may come, I When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,"

• Sur, bustle.

Must give us pause. | There's the respect" |
That makes calamity of so long life': /
For who would bear the whips, and scorns of time

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay: |
The insolence of of fice, , and the spurns,
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make |
With a bare bod kin? |

Who would far dels bear, !
To groan, and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death
('That undiscover'd country from whose bourno
No traveller returns.), "puzzles the will. ;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have', /
Than fly to others that we know not of? |

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all'; /
And thus the native hue of resolution,
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ;
And enterprises of great pith, and moment, |
With this regard, I their currents turn awry', I
And lose the name of action. |


(SHAKSPEARE.) Ro'mans, coun'trymen, and lovers! | hear me for my cause';; and be silent | that you may hear. | Believe me for mine honor'; , and have respect' unto mine honor that you may believe. | Censure me in your wis dom; / and awake your sen'ses that you may the better judge.

Consideration. Kon'tů-me-le, rudeness. • The ancient term for a small dagger. Packs, burdens. • Börn, boundary, limit.

Mine honor; not mine-non'nur.

If there be any in this assembly, I any dear friend of Cæsar's, 1 to him I say that Bru tus' love to Cæsar, was no less than his. i If, then, that friend demand i why Brutus rose against Cæsar, I this is my answer: Noi that I loved Cæsar less," , but that I loved Rome more. | Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves', i than that Cæsar were dead, I and live all freemen?

As Cæsar loved me, I weep, for him; | as he was fortunate, I rejoice' at it; as he was valiant, I hon

him; bui, as he was ambitious, I slew, him. I There are tears for his love, i joy' for his fortune, I honor for his valor, / and death for his ambition. I

Who is here so base | that [he]" would be a bondman? | If any, ' speak ; 1 for him have I offend ed. Who is here so rude i that (he) would not be a Roman? i If any, I speak ; i for him have I offended. / Who is here so vile that [he] will not love his country? | If any, / speak' ; | for him have I offended. | I pause for a reply. I

None'! | Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, I than you should do to Brutus. I The question 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, I mourned 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.

• Cæsar less; Dot Cæʼsar-less. The words in brackets are not in the original; they are introduced to make the language good English.


(SHAKSPEARE.) Friends', Ro'mans, countrymen! | lend me your ears. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. 1 The evil that men do, I lives af ter them; / The good is oft interred with their bones. : / So let it be with Cæsar. | The noble Brutus Hath told you, i Cæsar was ambitious. I If it were so, I it was a grievous fault'; | And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. I Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, I (For Brutus is an honorable man; 1 So are they all, all honorable 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 honorable man. | He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: 1 Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? | When that the poor have cried, i Cæsar hath wept. ! Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. I Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; | And Brutus is an honorable man. | You all did see that, on the Lupercal," 1 I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 1 Which he did thrice refuse. I Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; / And Brutus is an honorable man. 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., 1 What cause withholls you then to mourn for him?! O judgment!, thou art Hled to brutish beasts'; |

Lupercalia, solemn sacrifices, and plays, dedicated to Pan, kept the 15th of February.-CICERO.

And men have lost their rea son! | Bear with me; |
My heart is in the coflin there with Ca sar;/
And I must pause till it come back to me. /
But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world': i now lies he there';
And none so poor to do him reverence. I
O masters!, if I were disposed 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. I
But here's a parch'ment,' with the seal of Cæsar. ;
I found it in his closet: 't is 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 Cæsar'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, I
Bequeathing il, as a rich legacy,
l'nto their issue.
If you have tears, ' prepare to shed them now.)
You all do know this man tle: I remember
The first time ever Casar put it on' ; 1
"T was on a summer's eve ning,' in his tent :/
That day he overcame the Nervii" – 1
Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dag ger through: 1
See what a rent the envious Cas'ca maile: /
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'dil
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, |
Mark how the blood of Casar follow'd it!
This was the most unhindest cut of all, ; 1
For when the puble ('#sar saw him stab, 1

• The mennest man is now too high to do reverence to Cæsar. Johnson.


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