Pro. from eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works that if you now beheld them, your affections Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human. Pro. 932 And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling of their afflictions? and shall not myself, one of their kind, that relish all as sharply passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury do I take part: the rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance. W. SHAKESPEARE DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP FRO ROM camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, the hum of either army stilly sounds, that the fix'd sentinels almost receive the secret whispers of each other's watch: give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, 933 so tediously away. The poor condemned English, like sacrifices, by their watchful fires sit patiently, and inly ruminate the morning's danger; and their gestures sad, presenteth them unto the gazing moon so many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold the royal captain of this ruin'd band, walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, how dread an army hath enrounded him; his liberal eye doth give to every one, W. SHAKESPEARE 934 LOSS OF POWER LOSS OF HOMAGE Ach. WH ACHILLES-PATROCLUS HAT mean these fellows? Know they not Pa. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, Ach. to send their smiles before them to Achilles; What, am I poor of late? 'tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, hath any honour; but honour for those honours which when they fall, as being slippery standers, the love that lean'd on them as slippery too, doth one pluck down another, and together die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: at ample point all that I did possess, save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out something not worth in me such rich beholding as they have often given. W. SHAKESPEARE 935 I HENRY V. TO HIS BOON COMPANIONS KNOW you all, and will awhile uphold who doth permit the base contagious clouds W. SHAKESPEARE 936 THE CORINTHIANS DRINK RUIN TO ATHENS- Th. UIN to Athens! who dares echo that? are armed with vigour from the gods that watch above that ye can quench the purest flame the gods Hyl. some frenzy shakes him. Th. 937 Pol. 'Tis ecstacy No! I call the gods, to make the world less mournful. I behold them! T. N. TALFOURD POLYPHONTES-MEROPE ET us in marriage, King and Queen, unite no more an exile fed on empty hopes and to an unsubstantial title heir, and prince adopted by the will of power, to their dead king, thy husband--yea, too dear, for that destroyed him. Give them peace; thou canst. Mer. Thou hast forgot, then, who I am who hear, and who thou art who speakest to me? I am Merope, thy murdered master's wifeand thou art Polyphontes, first his friend, and then...his murderer. These offending tears that murder draws...this breach that thou would'st close was by that murder opened...that one child (if still, indeed, he lives) whom thou would'st seat upon a throne not thine to give, is heir because thou slew'st his brothers with their father... gulfs of estranging blood? M. ARNOLD 938 THE INVOCATION OF THE GHOST OF LAIUS BY TIRESIAS 'HOOSE the darkest part o' the grove; Tir. such as ghosts at noon-day love. Dig a trench, and dig it nigh All the Priests. 'Tis done. Tir. Is the sacrifice made fit? draw her backward to the pit; All the Priests. 'Tis done. Tir. Pour in blood, and blood-like wine, feast the ghosts that love the steam: and turn your faces from the sun; All the Priests. All is done. 939 CENONE J. DRYDEN E smiled, and, opening out his milk-white palm, that smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd 'My own Enone, |