You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious! And sure he is an honorable man! I speak, not to disprove what Brutus spoke; You all did love him once; not without cause: And I must pause till it come back to me! But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world- - now lies he there O masters! if I were disposed to stir I will not do them wrong: I rather choose - Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read - Unto their issue! If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle ? I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on: 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent - Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through! Through this - the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd! For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab! — Quite vanquish'd him. Then burst his mighty heart, And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue Which all the while ran blood! great Cæsar fell! Oh! what a fall was there, my countrymen ! marr'd, as you see, by traitors! Good friends! sweet friends! let me not stir you up, To such a sudden flood of mutiny! They, that have done this deed, are honorable! What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honorable, And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That loves his friend — and that they know full well, That gave me public leave to speak of him- I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds. poor, poor, dumb mouths! Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue SHAKSPERE. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE. OH that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or, that the Everlasting had not fix'd Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed: things rank and gross in nature Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, By what it fed on: yet, within a month, Let me not think - Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, SHAKSPERE. EXTRACT FROM HAMLET. I HAVE of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me, but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither. SHAKSPERE. To be HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH. or not to be? - that is the question.- -to sleep The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to- 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die to sleep To sleep? - perchance to dream!-ay, there's the rub! Must give us pause. -There's the respect, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; SHAKSPERE. HAMLET'S DIRECTIONS TO THE PLAYERS. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with the hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very |