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XXI.-Brutus Harrangue on the Death of Cesar.-IB.
ROMANS, Countrymen and Lovers !-Here me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear. Beliere me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.-If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him, I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer: not that I luved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had
rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves ; than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen ? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. -Who's here so base, that would be a bondman ? JE any, speak; for him I have offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Romaa ? If any, speak; for bim i have offended. Who's here so vile, that will not lore his couutry? If any, speak; for him I have offended. I pause for a reply
None! Then none have I oftended. I have done no more to Cesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Here comes his body, mouro'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his dealli, sball receivo the benefit of his dying, a place in the cominonwealth ; as wbich of you shall not? With this I depart-hat as I slew
my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need
FRIENDS, Roinans, Countrymen! Lend me your ears.
So let it be with Cesar! Noble Brutus-
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
A:( Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose rarsoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Cesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept! Imbition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Bruius says he was ambitious; Ard Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown ; Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he, is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once; not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
judgment! Thou art fled to brurish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me: My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar; And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday the word, Cesar, might Have stood against the world ! now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O Martei ! If I were dispos'd to stir Yuur hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong; Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do theni wrong-1 rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will a rong such honorable men. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; I found it in his closet : 'uis his will. Lrt but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood Yea, big a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Beqocathirg it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.---
If you have tears, prepare to shed tjer-low,
and I perceive you feel
Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up
come not, friends, to steal away your hearts !
XXIII.-Falstoff's Soliloquy on Honor.-HENRY IV.
OWE hea' en a death ; 'Tis not due yet ; and I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'lis no matter-honor pricks me on.-But how, if honor prick me off when I come on? How then ? Can honor set to a leg ? No; or an arm ? No; or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honor ? A word. What is that word hon. or ? Air; a trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear iti No. Is it insensible, then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere 'seutcheonand so ends
catechism. XXIV.- Part of Richard IIId's Soliloquy the night preeeding the Battle of Bosworth.
TRAGEDY OF RICHARD III.
XXV. The World compared to a Stage.
AS YOU LIKE IT
ALL the world is a stage;