But it was famed with more than with one man ?
When could they say, 'till now, who talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompass'd but one man ?-***
EXCITING.

Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
A whip-gall'd slave to lord it over Rome,

As soon as a king.

{The character of Brutus being cool courage, his speech is to be expressed accordingly, as follows:]

APPROBATION.

Brutus. That you do love me, I'm nothing jealous,
SERIOUS CONSIDERATION.

What you would work me to, I have some aim:
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present
I would not (so with love I might intreat you) i
PLOTTING.

Be any further mov'd! What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say

I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer such high things;
Till then, my noble friend; chew upon this..
DISCONTENT.

Brutus-had rather be a Lybian,

Than to repute himself a son of Rome,
Under such hard conditions, as this time

Is like to lay upon us.

wym nadurai VI. Prologue to Cate.

TEACHING.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius and to mend the heart,

[Exeunt.]

[The words, "mend the heart," may be expressed with the? right hand laid on the breast.].

COURAGE.

To make mankind, (in conscious virtue bold,)
Live o'er each scene, and what they behold; si imate

C. TEACHING.

For this the tragic muse first trod the stage,
Commanding tears to stream through ev'ry age:
Tyrants no more their savage nature kept,
WONDER.

And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept;
Our author shuns by vulgar springs to move,
CONTEMPT.

The hero's glory, or the virgin's love:
In pitying love we but our weakness shew,
And wild ambition well deserves its woe;

EXCITING.

Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous cause, Such tears as patriots shed for dying laws. He bids your breasts with ancient ardour rise, And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes! Virtue confest, in human shape he draws

BASE VENERATION.

What Plato thought, and godlike Cato was;
No common object to your sight displays,

AWE.

But what with pleasure heav'n itself surveys,
ESTEEM.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state:
While Cato gives his little senate laws,

EARNESTNESS.

What bosom beats not in his country's cause?

[The words, "what bosom beats not," may be spoken with the right hand pressed to the breast.]

Who sees him act, but envies every deed;

Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?

CONTEMPT.

Ev'n when proud Cæsar 'midst triumphal cars,
The spoils of nations, and the pomp of wars;
Ignobly vain, and impotently great,

DEJECTION,

n

Shew'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state;

As her dead father's reverend image past,

The pomp was darken'd, and the day o'ercast,.

GRIEF.

The triumph ceased, tears gush'd from ev'ry eye,
CONTEMPT.

The world's great victor pass'd unheeded by;
Her last good man, dejected Rome ador'd,

GRIEF.

And honour'd Cæsar's less than Cato's sword!

TEACHING.

Britons, attend, be worth like this approv❜d,
And shew, you have the virtue

[Thể ward ** virtue" may be spoken with the right hand
pressed to the breast.]

To be mov'd!

CONTEMPT.

With honest scorn, the first fam'd Cato view'd,
Rome learning arts from Greece, whom she subdu'd
Our scene precariously subsists too long
On French translation and Italian song:

EXCITING.

Dare to have sense yourselves: assert the stage,
Be justly warm'd with your own native ruge;
Such plays alone should please a British ear,
As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear.

VII. The Scene between Shylock and Tubał.

[The pupil must, if he does not know it, be told a little of the plot, viz. That Shylock had sent Tubal in search of his daughter, whom his ill usage, and the importunity of her lover, had occasioned to elope from his house; and that Antonio was a merchant mortally hated by Shylock; who had borrowed a sum of money of Shylock on the terms of his forfeiting a pound of his flesh, wherever Shylock pleased to cut it, in case of failing to discharge the debt on the day it was due.]

QUESTION with ANXIETY. Shylock. How now Tubal, what news from Genoa? Hast thou found my daughter ?

DISAPPOINTMENT.

Tubal. I often came where I heard of her, but, coulă

not find her.

VEXATION.

Shylock. Why, there, there, there!

A diamond gone, that cost me two thousand ducats at Frankfort! The curse never fell upon our nation till now, I never felt it before! two thousand ducats in that and other precious, precious jewels!

EXECRATION.

I would my daughter were dead at my foot, with the jewels in her ear-Oh, would she were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin.

VEXATION.

No news of them! why so! and I know not what spent in the search! loss upon loss. The thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief, and no satisfaction; no revenge! no ill luck stirring, but what lights on my shoulders; no sighs but o' my breathing; no tears but o'my shedding.

NARRATION.

Tubal. Yes, other men have ill luck too, Antonio as I heard in Genoa

SPITEFUL JOY.

Shylock. What! what! what! ill luck! ill luck!

NARRATION.

[Earnestly.J

Tubal. Hath an Argosie cast away, coming from

Tripoli.

SPITEFUL JOY.

Shylock. I thank God! I thank God!

Tubal. I spoke with some of the sailors that 'scaped

the wreck.

SPITEFUL JOY.

Shylock. I thank thee, good Tabal! good netos, good news: ha, ha:

Where in Genoa?

QUESTION.

NARRATION.

Tubal. Your daughter spent, in Genoa, as I heard, In one night, fourscore ducats.

ANGUISH.

Shylock. Thou stick'st a dagger in me, I shall never see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting! Fourscore ducats!

NARRATION.

Tubal. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear, he cannot chuse but break.

SPITEFUL JOY.

Shylock. I'm glad of it, I'll plague him, I'll torture him-I'm glad of it.

NARRATION.

Tubal. One of them shew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter, for a monkey.

ANGUISH.

Shylock. Out upon her! thou torturest me, Tubal! It was my torquoise, I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.

NARRATION.

Tubal. But Antonio is certainly undone.

SPITEFUL JOY.

Shylock. Nay, that's true, that's very true;

DIRECTING.

Go, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before,

CRUELTY.

I will have the heart of him if he forfeit.

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VIII. Trial scene from the merchant of Venice.» 5

AUTHORITY. #C

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