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"War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war.
O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward:
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety!"
Constance, in KING JOHN.
"I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
Shylock, in THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.
"Gone to be married!
Gone to swear a peace!
False blood to false blood joined! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanche? and Blanche these provinces? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;
Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:
It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so."
Constance, in KING JOHN.
"How like a fawning publican he looks!
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
"Be then his love accursed, since love or hate,
Nay, cursed be thou, since against his thy will
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Satan, in PARADISE LOST.
"Traitor!' I go- but I return. This trial! Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age,
Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel.
This day's the birth of sorrows! This hour's work
The Falsetto is that peculiar tone, heard in the higher degrees of pitch, after the natural voice breaks, or apparently outruns its power. It is used in the emphatic scream of terror or pain; in the expression of extreme surprise, mockery, &c.
"He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
And in his ear I'll holla- 'Mortimer!'
Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
To keep his anger still in motion."
Hotspur, in HENRY FOURTH.
'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my money and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug:
And all for use of that which is mine own.
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last:
Shylock, in MERCHANT OF VENICE.
"O upright judge! — Mark, Jew; - O learned judge!"
"A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel!
Gratiano, in Ibid.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word."— Ibid.
The Tremor or Trembling Tone consists of a tremulous iteration, or a number of impulses of sound of the least assignable duration. It is used in excessive grief, pity, plaintiveness; in an intense degree of suppressed excitement, or satisfaction; and when the voice is enfeebled by
"The Tremor is made subservient to all kinds of passion; for there is scarce a passion, whether of joy, grief, or exultation, there is scarce even a sentiment, whether of tenderness or supplication, contempt, indignant scorn, or any other connatural state of feeling, to which this function of the voice does not at times add a much higher degree of impressiveness than could be effected solely by the concrete movement."-Tower.
"Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott."- Tennyson.
"Weep, my Eschylus,
But low and far, upon Sicilian shores!
For since 't was Athens (so I read the myth)
AURORA LEIGH, Mrs. Browning.
"St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was!
The hair limped trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he tol
His rosary, and while his frosted breath,
Like pious incense from a censer old,
Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death,
Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." THE EVE OF ST. AGNES.-Keats.
"Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or steaming lake, dusty or grey,
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade,
To give us only good; and if the night
"Life! we've been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather:
Then steal away, give little warning,
Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime
"Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
LIFE. Mrs. Barbauld.