The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom.:
Let me be cruel, but not unnatural;

I will fpeak daggers to her, but ufe none..

Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. 7.

NIGHT IN A CAMP.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army ftilly founds;

That the fixt fentinels almoft receive

The fecret whifpers of each other's watch.
Fire anfwers fire; and through their paly flames.
Each battle fees the other's umber'd, face..
Steed threatens fteed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers accomplishing the knights,
With bufy hammers clofing rivets up,.
Give dreadful note of preparation.

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll;
And (the third hour of drowfy morning nam'd);
Proud of their numbers and fecure in foul,.
The confident and over-lufty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,.
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, does limp

So tedioufly away. The poor condemned English.
Like facrifices, by their watchful fires

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

The morning's danger: and their gefture fad,,
Invest in lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,,,
Prefented them unto the gazing moon

So many horrid ghofts.

s. Who now beholds

The royal captain of this ruin'd band

Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,,
Let him cry, Praise and glory on his head!

For forth he goes and vifits all his hoft,

Bids them good-morrow. with a modeft fimile,

And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen..
Upon his royal face there is no note,,
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night,
But freshly looks and over-bears attaint,

With

With chearful femblance and fweet majefty;

That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,ligi oT Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.

A

A largefs univerfal, like the fun, Sis buni ameo rod ́T
His lib'ral eye doth give to ev'ry one,
Thawing cold fear.

POBEDIE

Henry V. A. 4. Sc. I.

NC E.

The hearts of Princes kifs obedience,

So much they love it: but to ftubborn fpirits
They fwell and grow as terrible as ftorms.

King Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. L.

My wife comes foremoft; then the honour'd mould
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand
The grand-child to her blood. But out, affection !
All bond and privilege of nature break!
Let it be virtuous, to be obftinate.

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What is that curt' fie worth? or thofe dove's eyes, ¿A
Which can make Gods forfworn? I melt, and am not
Of stronger earth than others, My mother bows,
As if Olympus to a mole hill fhould • red teds IET
In fupplication nod; and my young boy oog adt bllo¶
Hath an afpect of interceffion, which
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Great nature cries,Deny not. Let the Volfcians
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never
Be fuch a gofling to obey inftinct; but ftand
As if a man were author of himself,
And knew no other kin.

OMEN

a gabinida ap Coriolanus, A. 5. Sc. 3.

The owl fhriek'd at thy birth, an e

evil fign: atdwin,abriolI nie piset vi The night-crow cry'd, a boding lucklefs tune: Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempeft fhook down trees: The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top 101519T And chattering pyes in difmal difcord fung: Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, assaill And yet brought forth lefs than a mother's hope, all To wit, an indigested deform'd lump, Estoy baA Not like the fruit of fuch a goodly tree.dg poy Teeth hadst thou in th head when thou wait born.

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225 To fignify, thou cam'ft to bite the world ibis laiti And, if the reft be true which I have heard, un blods? Thou cam'st into the world with thy legs forward. 1 & Henry VI. Part III. A. 5. Sc. 7.

OPHELIA DROWNIN G.

There is a willow grows aflant a brook,
That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy fiream:
There with h fantastic garlands did the come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daifies, and long purples,
(That liberal fhepherds give a groffer name;
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them ;)
There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious fliver broke
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook: her cloaths fpread wide,
And mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time the chaunted fnatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own diftrefs;

Or like a creature native, and indued

Unto that element: but long it could not be,
"Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 10.

OPINION.

There is nothing, either good or bad,

But thinking makes it fo.

22 ARATION.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 6.

Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I fhould fay,
My tears gain-fay; for every word I fpeak,

Ye fee, I drink the
the water of my eye:

Therefore no more but this: Henry, your Sov'reign,

Is pris'ner to the foe, his ftate ufurp'd,

His realm a flaughter-house, his subjects flain,
His ftatutes cancell'd, and his treafure spent ;
And yonder is the wolf that makes this fpoil.
You fight in juftice; then, in God's name, Lords,
Be valiant, and give fignal to the battle.

King Henry VL. Part III. A. 5. Sc. 6.

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Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held,
That valour is the chiefeft virtue, and panning.
Moft dignifies the haver; if it be, onorib-bull 10 1
The man, I fpeak of, cannot in the world oudersH
Be fingly counter-pois'd. At fixteen years, ou n'v
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Whom with all praife I point at, faw him fight,or zitt
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
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Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a fea;

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woman

And, in the brunt of feventeen battles fince,
He lurcht all fwords o'th' garland. For this laft,
Before and in Corioli, let me fay,

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And fell below his ftern. His fword, death's ftamp,T
Try on berus M
Where it did mark, it took from face to foo

He was a thing of blood, whofe every motion
Was tim'd with dying cries. Alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o'th' city, which he painted on bibl
With fhunlefs deftiny; aidlefs came off,puidung, foM
And with a fudden re-enforcement ftruck blow I woll
Corioli, like a planet. Nor all's thisgenoods dout
For by and by the din of war gan pierced T
His ready fenfe, when ftraight his doubled fpirit shiM
Requicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, po nixit di A
And to the battle came he; where he did

Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if

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Both field and city ours, he never food
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PAINTING.D od 20a bluod?

The painting is almoft the natural man;

For fince difhonour trafficks with man's nature, hom He is but outfide; pencil'd figures are

Ev'n fuch as they give out.

Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. 2.

ART INC

G.

'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heav'nly company:
For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With ev'ry fev❜ral pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, defolation.

1 can no more-- -Live thou to joy thy life; Myfelf no joy in aught but that thou liv'ft.

King Henry VI. Part II. A. 3. Sc. 8.
Tend me to-night:

May be, it is the period of your duty;
Haply you shall not fee me more; or if,

A mangled fhadow. It may chance, to-morrows. I
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,

As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends,T
I turn you not away; but, like a mafter
Married to your good service, ftay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more,
And the Gods hield you for't!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. z. I did not take my leave of him, but had og from adT Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell him to dịp th How I would think on him, at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him fwear,
The fhe's of Italy fhould not betray body

Mine intereft, and his honour; or have charg'd him,
At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,.
T' encounter me with orifons; for then

I am in heaven for him; or ere I could

Give him that parting kifs, which I had fet

Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father; do
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the North,LOT
Shakes all our buds from growing.
Cymbeline, A. 1. Sc. 5.

PHI