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To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Kind souls! what, weep you when you but behold Than I will wrong such honorable men.' Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? look you here! But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsar; Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traiI found it in his closet, 'tis his will;
i Pleb. O piteous spectacle!
(tors. Let but the commons hear this testament 2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd : revenge! (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), About-seek-burn-fire-kill-slay! let not And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's a traitor live. wounds,
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
stir you up Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
| To such a sudden flood of mutiny. And, dying, mention it within their wills, They that have done this deed are honorable ; Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
What private griefs they have, alas! I know not, Unto their issue.
That made them do it: they are wise and ho4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark norable, Antony.
[will. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. All. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must | I am no orator, as Brutus is : not read it;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. That love my friend ; and that they know full You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; That gave me public leave to speak of him. (well And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. Action, or utterance, nor the power of speech, 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; To stir men's blood; I only speak right on; For if you should , what would come of it! | I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
4 Pleb. Read the will; we will hearit Antony; / Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will.
'dumb mouths! Ant. Will you be patient ? will you stay | And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. [a while? And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony I fear, I wrong the honorable men
| Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar-I do fear it. In ev'ry wound of Cæsar, that should move 4 Pleb. They were traitors:---honorable men! The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. All. The will! the testament! [will ?
Ceremony insincere. Ant. You will compel me then to read the
Ever note, Lucilius, Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, | When love begins to sicken and decay, And let me show you him that inade the will. It useth an enforced ceremony. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave? | There are no tricks in plain and siinple faith; All. Come down.
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, 2 Pleb. Descend.
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; He comes down from the Pulpit. But when they should endure the bloody spur, Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, now.
Sink in the trial. You all do know this mantle: I remember
Brutus and Cassius. The first time ever Cæsar put it on;
Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth ap'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
pear in this: That day he overcame the Nervii :
You have condemnd and noted Lucius Pella, Look! in this placeran Cassius' dagger through: For taking bribes here of the Sardians; See what a rent the envious Casca made; Wherein my letters praying on his side, Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd? Because I knew the man, were slightedof. (case. And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it; Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
| Thateverynice offence should bear his comincnt. If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no:
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ; Judge, O ye gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! | To sell and mart your offices for gold This was the most unkindest cut of all : To undeservers. For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Cas. I an itching palm? Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. heart;
Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corAnd, in his mantle muffling up his face,
ruption, Even at the base of Pompey's statye, | And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Cas. Chastisement ! 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
remember! Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, The dini of pity; these are gracious drops. And not for justice? What! shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world, To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
riy'd my heart : I'll not endure it : you forget yourself, A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Older in practice, abler than yourself
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. To make conditions.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Bru. Go to; you are not Cassius.
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, [come, Cas. I am.
For Cassius is a-weary of the world : Bru. I say, you are not.
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother; 'Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Check'd like a bondinan; all his faults observ'd, Hare mind upon your health-tempt me no Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, Bru. Away, slight man!
[further. To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Cas. Is't possible?
My spirit from mine eyes!—There is my dagger, Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
And here my naked breast ;-within, a heart Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: this?
[heart break; Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, Bru. All this! ay, more : fret, till your proud When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. [him better And make your bondmen tremble. Must Il Bru. Sheath your dagger : budge?
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor. Under your testy humor? By the gods, 10 Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
That carries anger as the fint bears fire; Tho' it do split you: for, from this day forth, Who much enforced, shows a hasty spark, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, | And straight is cold again. When you are waspish.
Cas. Hath Cassius liy'd Cas. "Is it come to this?
To be hut mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Bru. You say you are a better soldier: When grief, and blood ill-temperd, vexeth Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
(too. And it shall please me well: for mine own part, Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me Cas. You wrong me ev'ry way-you wrong your hand. me, Brutus:
Bru.' And my heart too. (Embracing. I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Cas. O Brutus ! Did I say better?
Bru. What is the matter?
[me, Bru. If you did, I care not. [mov'd me. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have When that rash huinor, which my mother Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have
gave me, Cas. I durst not?
[tempted him. | Makes me forgetful ? Bru. No.
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, Cas. What! durst not tempt him?
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Bru. For your life you durst not.
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for. .. [for.
Bru. O, Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; If you give place to accidental evils. For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
Bru. No man bears sorrow better.-Portia That they pass by me as the idle wind
Cas. Ha! Portia ?
[is dead. Which I respect not. I did send to you
Bru. She is dead. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; L. Cas. How 'scap'd I killing when I cross For I can raise no money by vile means : | 0, insupportable and touching loss !— [you so? By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, Upon what sickness? And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring Bru. Impatient of my absence; [Antony From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark By any indirection, I did send
Have made themselves so strong—for with her To you for gold to pay my legions, [Cassius?
death Which you denied ine: was that done like That tidings came with this she fell distract, Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? | And, her attendant absent, swallow'd fire. When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
Cas. And died so ?
Bru. Even so.
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, . Cas. O ye immortal gods !
As thou, my sometime daughter. "Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers.
Bastardy. Bru. Speak no more of her-Give me a bowl Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law of wine :
My services are bound; wherefore should I In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. Stand in the plague of custom; and permit
Cas.Myheart is thirsty for that noblepledge. The curiosity of nations to deprive me, [shines Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonI cannot drink too much of Brutu's' love.
Lag of a brother? Why bastard! Wherefore Opportunity to be seized on all Affairs.
base ? There is a tide in the affairs of men, When my dimensions are as well compact, Which, taken at the food, leads on to fortune; | My mind as gen'rous, and my shape as true, Omitted, all the voyage of their life
As honest madam's issue? Why brand they as Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base? On such a full sea are we now afloat; | Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take And we must take the current when it serves, More composition and fierce quality, Or lose our ventures.
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed The Parting of Brutus and Cassius. Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, Bru. No, Cassius, no; think not, thou no- Got 'tween asleep and wake? ble Roman,
A Father cursing his Child. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
Hear, Nature, hear; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if Must end that work the ides of March began : Thou didst intend tomake this creature fruitful! And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Into her womb convey sterility! Therefore our everlasting farewell take: Dry up in her the organs of increase ; For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! And from her derogate body never spring If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; A babe to honor her! If she must teem, If not, why then this parting was well made. Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! | And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to ber! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; | Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks; Bru. Why then, lead on._0, that a man Turn all her mother's pains and benefits might know
To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel The end of this day's business ere it come! How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
To have a 'thankless child!
Ingratitude in a Child.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, 0, hateful error, melancholy's child!
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men Than the sea-monster! The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Flatlering Sycophants. Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
That such a slave as this should wear a sword, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogue Antony's Character of Brutus.
as these, This was the noblest Roman of them all : Like rats, oft bite the holy cords in twain All the conspirators, save only he,
Which are too intrinse t'unloose: smooth ei'n Did that they did, in envy of great Cæsar;
passion, He, only, in a general honest thought, That in the nature of their lords rebels : And common good to all, made one of them. Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder inoods. His life was gentle; and the elements
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks So mixt in bím, that nature might stand up, With ev'ry gale and vary of their masters; And say to all the world, “This was a man!" | As knowing nought, like dogs, but following
Plain, blunt Men.
-This is some fellow, affect $ 98. KING LEAR. SHAKSPEARE. Who, having been prals d for bluntness, doth An alienated Child.
A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb Let it be so-thy truth then be thy dower: 1 Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, helFor, by the sacred radiance of the sun; An honest mind and plain-he most speak truth: The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; An they will take it, so: if not, he's plain. By all the operations of the orbs,
These kind of knares I know, which in this From whom we do exist, and cease to be:
plainness Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Harbor more craft, and more corrupter ends, Propinquity and property of blood,
Than twenty silly ducking observants,
That stretch their duties nicely.
While I may scape,
That ever penury, in contempt of man, [filth;
Wilful Men. Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with
O, Sir, to wilful men, Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots; The injuries that they themselves procure, And with presented nakedness out-face | Must be their schoolmasters. The winds and persecutions of the sky,
Description of Lear's Distress amidst the Storm. The country gires me proof and precedent
Kent. Where's the king?
Gent. Contending with the fretful element; Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary,
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell thc curled waters 'bove the main, And with this horrible object, from low farins, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills,
That things might change, or cease: tears his
white hair, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with Enforce their charity.
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of: The Fault of Infirmity pardonable. Strive in his little world of man to out-scorn Fiery? the fiery duke? tell the hotduke, that The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain. No, but not yet-may be, he is not well: This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would Infirmity doth still neglect all office, (selves The lion, and the belly-pinched wolf [couch, Whereto our health is bound; we are not our- Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs When nature, being opprest, commands the And bids what will take all. To suffer with the body : I'll forbear; [mind And am fallin out with my more headier will,
Lear's passionate Exclamation amidst the To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
Tempest. For the sound man.
Blow, wind ! and crack your cheeks ! rage!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout [blow! Unkindness.
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd Thy sister 's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied
the cocks! Sharp-tooth'd unkindness like a vulture, here.
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, [Points to his Heart.
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Offences mistaken.
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
thunder, And dotage terms so.
Strike Aat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Rising Passion.
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once I pristhee, daughter, do not make me mad; 1 That make ingrateful man! I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell : Rumble thy belly-full! spit, fire! spout, rain! We'll no more meet, no more see one another. Norrain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daugh I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, Or, rather, a disease that's in my Aesh, [ter,
I never gave you kingdom, call’e you children, Which I must needs call mine; ihou art a bile,
You owe me no subscription. Why then let fall A plague-sore, an imbossed carbuncle,
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, In my corrupted blood; but I'll not chide thee; A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man :Let shane come when it will, I do not call it; | But yet I call you servile ministers, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
| That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Xor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.
Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head The Necessaries of Life few.
So old and white as this. 0!0! 'tis foul!
- - - 0, reason not the need : our basest beggars Kent. Alas, Sir! are you here? Things that Are in the poorest thing superfluous :
love night, Allow not nature more than nature needs,
| Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, [man, Lear on the Ingratitude of his Daughters. | And make them keep their caves: since I was
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, As full of grief as age; wretched in both ! Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Remember to have heard : man's nature canAgainst their father, fool me not so much The affliction nor the fear.
[not carry To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! Lear. Let the great gods, Olet not women's weapons, water-drops, | That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Stain my man'scheeks! No, you undat'ral hags, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou I will have such revenges on you both,
wretch, That all the world shall I will do such That hast within thee undivulged crimes, things
Unwhipp’d-of justice: hide thee, thou bloody What they are, yet I know not: but they shall hand; be
Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep; | That art incestuous : caititi, to pieces shake, No, I'll not weep:
That under covert and convenient seeming I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Hast practis'd on man's life! Close pent-up Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
guilts, Or e'er I weep. O fool, I shall go mad. | Rive your concealing continents, and cry
These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man So distribution should undo exoess,
And each man have enough.
Patience and Sorrow. Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Patience and sorrow strove Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the which should express her goodliest. You have tempest,
Sun-shine and rain at once; her smiles and tears Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this Were like a better day: those happy smiles, contentious storm
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee;
What guests were in her eyes; which parted But where the greater malady is fix'd,
thence, The lesser is scarce felt. "Thou'dst shun a bear; la
T; As pearls from diamonds droppid. In brief, But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Sorrow would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When
Could so become it.
Description of Lear distracted.
Alack, 'tis he! why, he was met even now
his hand | Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds,
Grow For lifting food to 't?-But I'll punish home.
| With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo
flowers: No, I will weep no more.--In such a night
| Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
Description of Dover Cliff.
Come on, Sir; here's the place:-stand O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
still :-how fearful No more of that
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! (air, Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
The crows and choughs, that wing the midway Lear. Prythee, go in thyself; seek thine Show scarce so gross as beetles : half-way down own ease;
| Hangsone that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: On things would hurt me more-but I'll go in :
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty | Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
surge, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed | That on th' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, sides,
Cannot be heard so high: I'll look no more, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend | Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight From seasons such as these? --O, I have ta'en Topple down headlong. Too little care of this !—Take physic, pomp;
Glo'ster's Farewell to the World.
Shake patiently my great affliction off :
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
man.. To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daugh- My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should And art thou come to this?. (ters? Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O bless him! . . . . Didst thou give them all ?
On the Abuse of Power. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy Why dost tbou lash that whore ? strip thine
daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, Sir,
own back; Lear. Death, traitor ! nothing could have
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer subdued nature
hangs the cozener. To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.
enters. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin
with gold, Judicious punishment ! 'twas this flesh begot
FB | Aud the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Those pelican daughters.
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. The Justice of Providence.
Nonc does offend, none, I say, none; I'llable That I am wretched, [still ;
'em: Makes thee the happier :-heavens, deal so Take that of ine, my friend, who have the Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
pow's That slaves your ordinance, that will not see | To scal'th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes, Because he does not feel, feel your pow'r And, like a scurvy politician, secm quickly;
| To see the things thou dost not.