I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable; I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts s; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, 3. Panegyric of Pompey. Shakspeare. What language can do justice to the military powers of Cneius Pompey! what form of panegyric can be devised worthy of him, unknown to you, or not familiar to the universe! For the qualifications of a commander are not confined within the narrow circle to which popular opinion restricts them,-assiduity in business, intrepidity in danger, vigour in action, promptitude to achieve, and wisdom to provide; all which unite in this one man, and in a degree not to be found in all other commanders ever seen or heard of. Attest it, Italy, the liberation of which the victorious Sylla herself attributed to his valour and assistance ;-attest it, Sicily, rescued from the many dangers which encom passed it, not by the terror of his arms, but by the promptitude of his counsels;-attest it, Africa, saturated with the blood of the countless hordes, with which it was oppressed;-attest it, Gaul, over the bodies of whose slaughtered sons our legions entered Spain;-attest it, Spain herself, which has so often seen the overwhelming forces of her enemies subdued and prostrated by his victorious arm;—again and again attest it, Italy, which, when oppressed by the foul and devastating servile war, with outstretched arms entreated his return; at the mere rumour of his approach that war pined and sickened, as his arrival was its death-blow and extermination. In short, attest it, every land and every distant tribe and nation-attest it, every wave of the ocean, the wide expanse of waters, and every port and bay of its remotest shores.-Cicero. VIII.-Soliloquy. Soliloquy is, for the most part, either reflective or preconcertive;-recalling the past, contemplating the present, or determining for the future. It admits every variety of emotion, which must be duly expressed in reading; but its tones are usually more subdued than those of direct addresses to other persons. 1. Falstaff's Soliloquy; Having been told, on the eve of a battle, that he owed "Heaven a Death." on. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay before the day. What need I be so forward with one that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me Yes, but how if honour pricks me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word Honour ? Air. A trim reckoning!-who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yes, to the dead. But, will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:-therefore, I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism.-Shakspeare. 2. Douglas's Reflections on discovering his Noble Origin. Eventful day! how hast thou changed my state ! Once on the cold and winter-shaded side Of a bleak hill, mischance had rooted me, 3. Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death. Home. To be, or not to be,-that is the question: Devoutly to be wished. To die-to sleep To sleep!-perchance to dream!—aye, there's the rub : For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.-There's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time; But that the dread of something after death And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; 4. Wolsey's Soliloquy, Shakspeare. On receiving back from the King private Papers he had by mistake sent in the place of some official Documents. What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it? Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion I must read this paper, |