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dost thou deny a moment for a father
to shed a few warm tears o'er his dead son?
I tell thee, chief, this act might claim a life,
to do it duly; even a longer life,
than sorrow ever suffered. Cruel man!
and thou deniest me moments. Be it so.
I know you Romans weep not for your children;
ye triumph o'er your tears, and think it valour ;
I triumph in my tears. Yes, best-lov'd boy,
yes, I can weep, can fall upon thy corse,
and I can tear my hairs, these few grey hairs,
the only honours war and age hath left me.
Ah son! thou might'st have ruled o'er many nations,
as did thy royal ancestry; but I,
rash that I was, ne'er knew the golden curb
direction hangs on bravery: else perchance
these men, that fasten fetters on thy father,

had sued to him for peace, and claim'd his friendship. Aul. But thou wast still implacable to Rome,

and scorned her friendship. Car.

Soldier, I had arms, had neighing steeds to whirl my iron cars, had wealth, dominion. Doth thou wonder, Roman, I fought to save them? What, if Cæsar aims to lord it universal o'er the world,

shall the world tamely crouch at Cæsar's footstool ? Aul. Read in thy fate our answer.





T must be

and yet it moves me, Romans! it confounds the counsels of my firm philosophy, that Ruin's merciless ploughshare must pass o'er, and barren salt be sown on yon proud city. As on our olive-crowned hill we stand, where Kedron at our feet its scanty waters distils from stone to stone with gentle motion, as through a valley sacred to sweet peace, how boldly doth it front us! how majestically! like a luxurious vineyard, the hill-side is hung with marble fabrics, line o'er line,

terrace o'er terrace, nearer still and nearer F. S. III


to the blue heavens. Here bright and sumptuous

palaces, with cool and verdant gardens interspers’d; here towers of war that frown in massy strength: while over all hangs the rich purple eve, as conscious of its being her last farewell of light and glory to that fated city. And, as our clouds of battle dust and smoke are melted into air, behold the Temple, in undisturbed and lone serenity finding itself a solemn sanctuary in the profound of heaven! It stands before us, a mount of snow fretted with golden pinnacles ! the very sun, as though he worshipp'd there, lingers upon the gilded cedar-roofs; and down the long and branching porticoes, on every flowery-sculptured capital, glitters the homage of his parting beams. By Hercules! the sight might almost win the offended majesty of Rome to mercy.



in all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; and,—when I am forgotten, as I shall be, and sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention of me more must be heard of,--say, I taught thee, say, Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory, and sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; a sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, Aling away ambition; by that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, the image of his Maker, hope to win by it? love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, to silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:

let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
thy God's, and truth’s ; then if thou fall’st, O Crom-

thou fall'st a blesséd martyr! Serve the king;
and,-prithee, lead me in:
there take an inventory of all I have,
to the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
and my integrity to heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
have left me naked to mine enemies.





UT tell us why thou fledst? Arv. I fled not,

Druid !
by the great gods I fled not! save to stop
our dastard troops, that basely turn'd their backs.
I stopt, I rallied them, when lo a shaft
of random cast did level me with earth,
where, pale and senseless, as the slain around me,
I lay till midnight: then, as from long trance
awoke, I crawld upon my feeble limbs
to a lone cottage, where a pitying hind
lodg'd me and nourish'd me. My strength repair’d,
it boots not that I tell, what humble arts
compell’d I us’d to screen me from the foe.
How now a peasant from a beggarly scrip
I sold cheap food to slaves, that nam'd the price,
nor after gave it. Now a minstrel poor
with ill-tun'd harp, and uncouth descant shrill
I ply'd a thriftless trade, and by such shifts
did win obscurity to shroud my name.
At length to other conquests in the north
Ostorius led his legions: safer now,
yet not secure,

I some valiant chiefs, whom war had spar'd, discover'd what I was ; and with them plann'd, how surest we might draw our scattered forces to some rocky fastness in rough Caernarvon, there to breathe in freedom, if not with brave incursion to oppress

the thinly-stationed foe. And soon our art
so well avail'd, that now at Snowdon's foot
full twenty troops of hardy veterans wait
to call my sire their leader.






THAT would it help to call thee what thou art?

when all is spoken, thou remainest still with the same power and the same evil will to crush a nation's life out, to dispart all holiest ties, to turn away and thwart all courses that kind nature keeps, to spill the blood of noblest veins, to maim, or kill with torture of slow pain the aching heart. When our weak hands hang useless, and we feel deeds cannot be, who then would ease his breast with the impotence of words ? but our appeal is unto Him, who counts a nation's tears, with whom are the oppressor and opprest, and vengeance, and the recompensing years.






BLAME in heaven only mine own star:

but one that hath deceived me more by far. Nic. Then blame thyself: thyself thou didst deceive. Am. I did, when I a cozener did believe. Nic. They who desire to be deceived are not. Am. Dost think me naught? Nic. Nay ask thy actions

that. Am. Actions are oft false comments on our hearts. Nic. Yet those we see and not the inward parts. Am. The heart may be seen too with th' eyes o’th' mind. Nic. Without the senses help those eyes are blind. Am. The senses must submit to reason's sway. Nic. Reason in point of fact must sense obey. Am. Well, I am sure an honest heart I have. Nic. Prythee who brought thee then unto the cave? Am. My folly and too much credulity.

Nic. Thou trustedst with a friend thy honesty ?
Am. I trusted a friend's honesty. Nic. Thy blood ?

was that the friend thou wouldst have understood ?
Am. Ormino's sister, who betrayed me hither.
Nic. 'Tis sweet when lovers are betrayed together.
Am. Mirtillo entered without my consent.
Nic. How entered'st thou then and for what intent?
Am. Let this suffice: 'twas not for him I came.
Nic. It cannot, if no other cause thou name.
Am. Examine him about my innocence.
Nic. Him who hath been the cause of thy offence!
Am. Call to her witness who betrayed our path.
Nic. Why should we hear a witness without faith?
Am. By chaste Diana's dreadful name I swear.
Nic. Thou by thy deeds are perjured unto her.




Cal. HAT mean you, Cæsar? think you to walk

forth? you shall not stir out of your house today. Cæs. Cæsar shall forth ; the things that threatened me

ne'er looked but on my back; when they shall see

the face of Cæsar, they are vanished. Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,

yet now they fright me. There is one within,
besides the things that we have heard and seen,
recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
and graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
in ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
the noise of battle hurtled in the air,
horses did neigh, and dying men did groan;
and ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
O Cæsar, these things are beyond all use,

and I do fear them ! * Cæs.

What can be avoided whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods? yet Cæsar shall go forth : for these predictions

are to the world in general as to Cæsar. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

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