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Ere sunrise ; prayers from preserved souls,
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.
Ang. Well, come to me
Isab. Heaven keep your honor safe.
Ang. Amen: for I
Am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
Isab. At what hour to-morrow,
Shall I attend your lordship?
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
[Exit Isabella and Lucio.
Ang. From thee! even from thy virtue !
What's this? what's this? Is this her fault or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha !
Not she; nor doth she tempt; but it is I.
Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
And pitch our evils there? O, fie! fie! fie!
What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo?
O, let her brother live,-
Thieves, for their robbery, have authority,
When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her
That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on?
O cunning enemy! that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook? Most dangerous
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue. This virtuous maid
Subdues me quite. Ever, till now,
When men were fond, I smil'd and wondered how.
“Remorse,” in the phrase, “ If so, your heart were touched with that remorse," means pity or compassion. Where Isabella says, “We kill the fowl of season,” she means, not before it is in season, not prematurely, as Angelo would kill her brother. “Preserved,” in the phrase, prayers from preserved souls," means pure. Where Angelo exclaims, “O cunning enemy,” he means Satan. Angelo was lord deputy of Vienna, and Isabella plead before him, for the life of her condemned brother, Clav-lio
95. MUTUAL UPBRAIDINGS OF EDWARD AND WARWICK.-Dr
Edward. Let me have no intruders; above all,
Keep Warwick from my sight,
Warwick. Behold him here;
No welcome guest, it seems, unless I ask
My lord of Suffolk's leave—there was a time
When Warwick wanted not his aid to gain
Edw. There was a time perhaps
When Warwick more desired, and more deserved it.
War. Never. I've been a foolish, faithful slave;
All my best years, the morning of my life,
Hath been devoted to your service; what
Are now the fruits? Disgrace and infamy;
My spotless name, which never yet the breath
Of calumny had tainted, made the mock
For foreign fools to carp at,—but 'tis fit,
Who trust in princes should be thus rewarded.
Edw. I thought my lord I had full well repaid
Your services with honors, wealth, and power
Unlimited,--thy all-directing hand
Guided in secret every latent wheel
Of government, and moved the whole machine ;
Warwick was all in all, and powerless Edward
Stood like a cipher in the great account.
War. Who gave that cipher worth, and seated theo
On England's throne ? · Thy undistinguished name
Had rotted in the dust from which it sprang,
And mouldered in oblivion-had not Warwick
Dug from its sordid mine the useless ore,
And stamped it with a diadem. Thou knowest
This wretched country,--doomed perhaps like Rome.
To fall by its own self-destroying hand,
Tost for so many years in the rough sea
Of civil discord, but for me had perished.
In that distressful hour, I seized the helm,
Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steered
Your shattered vessel safe into the harbor.
You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid
Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth,
He who forgets a friend, deserves a foe.
Edw. Know too, reproach for benefits-received,
Pays every debt, and cancels obligation.
War. Why, that indeed is frugal honesty,
A thrifty, saving knowledge,when the debt
Grows burdensome, and cannot be discharged, :
A sponge will wipe out all, and cost you nothing.
Édw. When you have counted o'er the numerous train
Of mighty gifts your bounty lavished on me,
You may remember next the injuries
Which I have done you, let me know them all,
And I will make you ample satisfaction.
War. Thou canst not; thou hast robbed me of a jewel It is not in thy power to restore ;, I was the first, shall future annals say, That broke the sacred bond of public trust And mutual confidence; ambassadors, In after times, mere instruments, perhaps, Of venal statesmen, shall recal my name To witness that they want not an example, And plead my guilt to sanctify their own. Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick, To be the shameless herald of a lie ?
Edw. And would'st thou turn the vile reproach on me?
If I have broke my faith, or stained the name
Of England, thank thy own pernicious counsels
That urged me to it, and extorted from me
A cold consent to what my heart abhored.
War. I've been abused, insulted, and BETRAYED :
My injured honor cries aloud for vengeance.
Her wounds will never close !
Edw. These gusts of passion
Will but inflame them,-if I have been right
Informed, my lord, besides these dangerous scars
Of bleeding honor, you have other wounds
As deep, though not so fatal ;-—such, perhaps,
As none but fair Elizabeth can cure.
War. Elizabeth !
Edw. Nay, start not, I have cause
To wonder most ;-I little thought indeed,
When Warwick told me I might learn to love,
He was himself so able to instruct me;
But I've discovered all-
War. And so have. I;
Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,
Thy fruitless, base endeavors to supplant me..
Edw. I scorn it, sir,—Elizabeth hath charms,
And I have equal right with you to admire them;
Nor see I aught so godlike in the form,
So all commanding in the name of Warwick,
That he alone should revel in the charms
Of beauty, and monopolize perfection.
I knew not of your love.
War. 'Tis false!
You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,
Whilst I was busied in the noble office
Your grace thought fit to honor me withal,
To tamper with a weak, unguarded woman,
To bribe her passions high, and basely steal
A treasure, which your kingdom could not purchase.
Edw. How know you that?—but be it as it may,
I had a right, nor will I tamely yield
My claim to happiness, the privilege
To choose the partner of my throne and bed ;
It is a branch of my prerogative,
War. Prerogative !What's that? the boast of tyrants
A borrowed jewel, glittering in the crown
With specious lustre, lent but to betray.
You had it, sir, and hold it from the people.
Edw. And therefore do I prize it, I would guard
Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine;
But when proud faction and her rebel crew
Insult their sovereign, trample on his laws,
And bid defiance to his power, the people,
In justice to themselves, will then defend
His cause, and vindicate the rights they gave.
War. Go to your darling people then, for soon,
If I mistake not, twill be needful; try
Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them
Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause,
If I forbid them.
Edw. Is it so, my, lord ?
Then mark my words. I've been your slave too long,
And you have ruled me with a rod of iron;
But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy master,
And will be so,—the king who delegates
His power to other's hands, but ill deserves
The crown he wears.
War. Look well then to your own;
It sits but loosely on your head; for know,
The man who injured Warwick, never passed
Edw. Nor he who threatened Edward
You may repent it, sir—my guards there-
him to the tower; There let him learn obedience.
This excellent dialogue was translated from the French language by Dr. Thomas Franklin. In several instances, as the italicised words indicate, the voice should break forth with great power.
96. HAMLET AND HORATIO.-Shakspeare.
Horatio. Hail to your lordship!
Hamlet. I am glad to see you well., [Approaches. Horatio !-or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend, I'll change that name with you And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself. I know you are no truant;
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Hor. My lord I came to see your father's funeral,
pray thee do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding:
Hor. Indeed! my lord, it followed hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked meats