His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining schoolboy with his satchel Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. KING HENRY'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOLDIERS From "King Henry V " WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Let it ply through the portage of the head O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you were worth your breeding; which I doubt not Cry, "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!" CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SOLILOQUY FA From "King Henry VIII" WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AREWELL! a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. T HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY From "Hamlet" WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 10 be or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, And makes us rather bear those ills we have And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, OTHELLO'S COURTSHIP From "Othello" WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OST potent, grave, and reverend signiors, MOST My very noble and approved good masters, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter. Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still questioned me the story of my life, |