Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: I thrice presented him a kingly crown And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But yesterday the word of Cæsar might ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION ON CESAR. 263 Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue. 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it: It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile! I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar: I do fear it. 4 Cit. They were traitors: honourable men! Cit. The will! the testament! 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers; the will! Read the will! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave? Cit. Come down. 2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the Pulpit.] Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent; Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,Seek, burn, fire, kill, slay!-let not a traitor live. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable : That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE. 265 To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; 'I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. UNDER the greenwood tree And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat- No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And pleased with what he gets- No enemy But winter and rough weather. VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE. W. SHAKSPEARE. THESE our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, WE ARE SEVEN. W. WORDSWORTH. A SIMPLE child, with notions dim, that lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb-what should it know of Death! I met a little cottage girl, she was eight years old she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head. She had a rustic woodland air, and she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little maid, how many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, and, wondering, looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we, And two of us at Conway dwell, and two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother, And in the churchyard cottage I dwell near them with my mother." |