675 Cas. He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel and fields invested with purpureal gleams; climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. CRY W. WORDSWORTH CASSANDRA-HECTOR RY, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, and I will fill them with prophetic tears. Hec. Peace, sister, peace! Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled old, soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, add to my clamours! Let us pay betimes a moiety of that mass of moan to come. Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears! Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand; our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all. Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe: cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. Hec. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains of divination in our sister work 676 Cho. some touches of remorse? or is your blood W. SHAKESPEARE CHORUS OF DANITES-SAMSON ESIRE of wine and all delicious drinks, DE which many a famous warrior overturns, thou couldest repress; nor did the dancing ruby, sparkling, out-poured, the flavour, or the smell, or taste that cheers the heart of gods and men, allure thee from the cool crystalline stream. Sam. Wherever fountain or fresh current flowed against the eastern ray, translucent, pure with touch ethereal of Heaven's fiery rod, I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying thirst, and refreshed: nor envied them the grape whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes. Cho. O madness! to think use of strongest wines and strongest drinks our chief support of health; when God with these forbidden made choice to rear his mighty champion, strong above compare, whose drink was only from the liquid brook. 677 Sam. But what availed this temperance, not complete against another object more enticing? 678 What boots it at one gate to make defence, effeminately vanquished? by which means, now blind, disheartened, shamed, dishonoured, quelled, my nation, and the work from Heaven imposed? or pitied object, these redundant locks, to a contemptible old age obscure. Here rather let me drudge, and earn my bread; J. MILTON OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI TO HIS SON MAX, MY Y son of those old narrow ordinances of priceless value, which oppressed mankind 679 El. Le. El. Le. El. Le. shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches. My son the road, the human being travels, that, on which blessing comes and goes, doth follow and thus secure, though late, leads to its end. ELGIVA-LEOLF S there danger still? Is But little here: the dangers of the road, I trust, are left behind. Oh, Leolf! much I owe you, and if aught a kingdom's wealth A kingdom's wealth! Oh! in deeds so kind, and can you be so bitter in your words! The least of boons H. TAYLOR 680 MORTON TO THE EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND HE lives of all your loving complices THE lean on your health; the which if you give o'er to stormy passion, must perforce decay. You cast the event of war, my noble lord, and summ'd the account of chance, before you said,— Let us make head. It was your presurmise, that, in the dole of blows, your son might drop; you knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, more likely to fall in than to get o'er; you were advis'd, his flesh was capable 681 Cat. of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit W. SHAKESPEARE CATO-JULIUS CÆSAR-CHORUS UR need made thee our consul, and thy virtue. Cato, you will undo him with your praise. Cat. Cæsar will hurt himself with his own envy. Cho. The voice of Cato is the voice of Rome. Cat. The voice of Rome is the consent of heaven! and that hath placed thee, Cicero, at the helm, where thou must render now thyself a man, and master of thy art. Each petty hand can steer a ship becalmed; but he that will govern and carry her to her ends, must know his tides, his currents; how to shift his sails; what she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; what sands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten her; the forces and the natures of all winds, gusts, storms and tempests; when her keel ploughs and deck knocks heaven; then to manage her, 682 B. JONSON DIDO'S SOLILOQUY BEFORE THROWing herself Now, INTO THE FLAMES WOW, Dido, with these reliques burn thyself, and make Æneas famous through the world for perjury and slaughter of a queen. Here lies the sword that in the darksome cave he drew, and swore by, to be true to me: thou shalt burn first; thy crime is worse than his. 683 684 And now, ye gods, that guide the starry frame, THE SOLDIER'S RETURN C. MARLOWE ! DAY thrice lovely! when at length the soldier returns home into life; when he becomes a fellow-man among his fellow-men. The colours are unfurled, the cavalcade marshals, and now the buzz is hushed, and hark! now the soft peace-march beats, home, brothers, home! the caps and helmets are all garlanded with green boughs, the last plundering of the fields. The city gates fly open of themselves, the ramparts are all filled with men and women, from all the towers rings out the merry peal, O happy man, O fortunate! for whom the well-known door, the faithful arms are open, OTHELLO UPBRAIDING DESDEMONA it pleas'd heaven HAD try me with affiction; had they rain'd all kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; the fixéd figure for the time of scorn F. S. III 12 |