DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,* That liberalf shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be, ACT V. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL. ' Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once, this same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? Grave-digger. E'en that. [Takes the scull, Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let Orchis morio mas. +Iicentious. + Insensible. her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, MELANCHOLY. This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him. When that her golden couplets are discles'd,1 PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS. And that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends Give me the cups; A HEALTH. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, JULIUS CESAR. ACT I. PATRIOTISM. WHAT is that you would impart to me? CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CESAR. I was born free as Cesar; so were you. Countenance, complexion. We both have fed as well; and we can both And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; And Cassius is A wretehed creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourish. I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cesar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, * Windy. + Temperament, constitution. Like a Colossus: and we petty men [Shout. Brutus, and Cesar: What should be in that Cesar? CESAR'S DISLIKE OF CASSIUS. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much: Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no pla SPIRIT OF LIBERTY. I know where I will wear this dagger then: Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong. Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, ACT II. AMBITION CLOTHED IN SPECIOUS HUMILITY. But 'tis a common proof,* That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, CONSPIRACY DREADFUL TILL EXECUTED Between the acting of a dreadful thing BRUTUS'S APOSTROPHE TO CONSPIRACY. O conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free! O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough 'T'o mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspi racy; Hide in it smiles, and affability: For if thou path thy native semblance§ on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. * Experience. + Low steps. + Visionary. Heil Walk in thy true form. |