3. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, — when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together. 4. What'! will a man play tricks', will he indulge 5. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine The desert-circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. 6. My heart leaps up when I behold So was it when my life began; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! 7. The child is father of the man, Macbeth. What man dare, I dare: The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! § 62. Exercises in High Pitch. (See § 43.) 1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw . . . your arrows to the head: Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! ... A thousand hearts are great within my bosom : 2. A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse! 3. And I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be sıx ... Richmonds in the field! A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse! Coriolanus. Hear'st thou, Mars? Aufidius. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too. great for what contains it. Boy! O, slave! (Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time that ever ... I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this ... cur the lie!) Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. 66 "Boy?" False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, Fluttered your Volces in Co-ri'o-li : "Boy!" Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him. Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood, drop by drop, in the dust, As high in the air as this unthankful king; Those prisoners I shall keep. — I WILL; that's flat. Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer; And in his ear I'll HOLLA Mortimer! Nay, I'll have a starling, shall be taught to speak 5. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight Awake! awake! Ring the alarum-bell : — Murder! and treason! The great doom's image! up, up, and see Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! 6. Now what wait we? For Alfred's word to move upon the foe? Upon him then! Now think ye on the things Your weapons, think on the beseeching eyes, your wives and babes! Thrust the unbidden feet, that from their nooks Do honor to her! Let her glory in Your breeding! Rescue her! Revenge her, or ... Look 7. Rouse ye, Romans! Rouse ye, . . . slaves! Yet this is Rome, That sate on her seven hills, and from her throne Was greater than a king! And once again 8. I have been, I am, I shall be, even to the tomb, the man of the public liberty, the man of the constitution. If to be such be to become the man of the people rather than of the nobles, then woe to the privileged orders! For privileges shall have an end, but... the people. ... are eternal! 9. Strike till the last armed foe expires! Strike Strike for your altars and your fires! 10. Now, by your children's cradles, fathers' graves, For this did Servius give us laws? For this did Lucrece bleed? 11. Courage, Romans! The gods are for us! those gods whose temples and altars the impious Tarquin has profaned. By the blood of the wronged Lucretia, I swear, (hear me, ye Powers Supreme!) by this blood, which was once so pure, and which nothing but royal villainy could have polluted, I swear that I will pursue, to the death, these Tarquins, with fire and sword; nor will I ever suffer any one of that family, or of any other family whatsoever, to be king in Rome! On, to the Forum! Bear the body hence, high in the public view, through all the streets! On, Romans, on! The fool shall set you free! 12. I'll keep them all; He shall not have a Scot of them; No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: § 63. Exercises in Force. (See § 36.) The following Exercises require the loudest vocal Force and highest Pitch. 1. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue! rescue! The king enacts more wonders than a man, Daring an opposite to every danger; His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death; 2. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, (Will they not hear?) - What, ho! you men, you beasts, 3. Rise, fathers, rise! 't is Rome demands your help; |