Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye,

I watched that wretched man;

And since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can.

ASTONISHMENT AND SURPRISE,

With AMAZEMENT, EXCLAMATION, ADMIRATION, OR WONDER, require Long Quantity, Varied Force, Radical and Median Stress, Downward and Upward Inflection, thirds, fourths, fifths, or octaves, according to excitement; with Equal, Direct, and Inverted Waves; Orotund Quality, and Guttural at

times.

I.

Whence and what art thou, execrable shape!
That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy miscreated front athwart my way

To yonder gates? Through them, I mean to pass-
That be assured-without leave asked of thee!
Retire, or taste thy folly; and learn by proof,
Hell-born! not to contend with spirits of heaven!

2.

Back to thy punishment,

False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings;

Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue

Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart
Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.

3.

I should be surprised indeed, if, while you are doing us wrong, you did not profess your solicitude to do us justice. From the day on which Strongbow set his foot upon the shore of Ireland, Englishmen were never wanting in protestations of their deep anxiety to do us justice;-even Strafford, the deserter of the people's cause-the renegade Wentworth, who gave evidence in Ireland of the spirit of instinctive tyranny which predominated in his character-even Strafford, while he trampled upon our rights, and trod upon the heart of the country, protested his solicitude to do justice to Ireland' What marvel is it, then, that gentlemen opposite should deal in such vehement protestations?

4.

Tell me for you were there-I appeal to the gallant soldier before me, from whose opinions I differ, but who bears, I know, a generous heart in an intrepid breast;-tell me, for you must needs remember, on that day when the destinies of mankind were trembling in the balance, while death fell in showers, when the artillery of France was leveled with the precision of the most deadly science, when her legions, incited by the voice and inspired by the example of their mighty leader, rushed again and again to the onset,tell me if, for an instant, when to hesitate for an instant was to be lost, the "aliens" blenched?

5.

ALIENS Good God! Was Arthur, Duke of Wellington, in the House of Lords, and did he not start up and exclaim, “Hold! I have seen the Aliens do their duty!"

POSITIVENESS, CERTAINTY, AND CONFIDENCE,

With CONVICTION, AUTHORITY, COMMAND, DEFIANCE, DENUNCIATION, REPREHENSION, AFFIRMATION, INSTRUCTION, PRECEPT, and WARM ARGUMENTATION, as well as DENYING, Reproving, RefUSING, and FORBIDDING, require for their effective intonation, two or more of the following elements: Marked Downward Inflection; Radical, Median, or Vanishing Stress; Orotund, and sometimes the harsh Guttural Quality; and Direct Equal Waves.

I.

Come one-come all! This rock shall fly
From its firm base, as soon as I!

2.

These few precepts in thy memory

Look thou character.

Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Nor any unproportioned thought his act.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

3.

But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :
*My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still
Be open, at my sovereign's will,

To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation stone;-

The hand of Douglas is his own,

And never shall in friendly grasp,

The hand of such as Marmion clasp !"

Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire,

And shook his very frame for ire;
And "This to me!" he said,—
"And 'twere not for thy hoary beard,
Such hand as Marmion's had not spared
To cleave the Douglas' head!
And first I tell thee, haughty peer,
He who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, proud Angus, be thy mate!
And, Douglas, more I tell thee here,

E'en in thy pitch of pride:
Here in thy hold, thy vassals near-
(Nay, never look upon your lord,

And lay your hands upon your sword,)

I tell thee, thou'rt defied!

And if thou said'st I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here-
Lowland or Highland, far or near-
Lord Angus, thou hast lied!"

On the earl's cheek, the flush of rage
O'ercame the ashen hue of age;

Fierce he broke forth: "And darest thou, then,

To beard the lion in his den

The Douglas in his hall?

And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go?

No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no!"

4.

(rage)

Banished from Rome! What's banished, but set free
From daily contact with the things I loathe?

"Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this?
Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head?

Banished! I thank you for't! It breaks my chain !
I held some slack allegiance till this hour-

But now, my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords!
I scorn to count what feelings, whithered hopes,
Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,

I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,

To leave you in your lazy dignities!

But here I stand and scoff you! here I fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face!
Your Consul's merciful-for this, all thanks:
He dares not touch a hair of Cataline!

"Traitor!" I go-but I return.

This-trial?

Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs

To stir a fever in the blood of age,

Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel!

This day's the birth of sorrow! This hour's work

Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my lords!

For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods,

Shapes hot from Tartarus !—all shames and crimes !—

Wan treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ;
Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup;

Naked rebellion, with the torch and axe,

Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones;
Till anarchy comes down on you like night,
And massacre seals Rome's eternal grave!

5.

EARNEST APPEAL.

O comrades! warriors! Thracians! If we must fight, let us fight for ourselves! If we must slaughter, let us slaughter our oppressors! If we must die, let us die under a free sky, by the bright waters, in NOBLE, HONORABLE BATTLE!

ANGER, RAGE, REVENGE, WRATH, MALICE, AND HATE,

Are expressed by Short Quantity on emphatic words, Quick Time, Soundness, Orotund, Guttural, and Aspirate Qualities, with Downward Inflections, and Direct and Indirect Waves.

I.
ANGER.

(The greatest force should be given to the words "Anger,' clash," "swept," etc.) Next, Anger rushed; his eyes on fire, in lightnings owned his secret stings; with one rude clash he struck the lyre, and swept, with hurried hands, the strings.

2.

REVENGE.

And longer had she sung-but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose; he threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, and, with a withering look, the war-denouncing trumpet took, and blew a blast so loud and dread, were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woes.

3. COURAGE.

Strike, till the last armed foe expires! strike, for your altars and your fires' strike, for the green graves of your sires-God and your native land!

4.

COURAGE.

Up, comrades! up!-in Rokeby's halls,
Ne'er be it said our courage falls!

5.

INFURIATE ANGER.

Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes! Gehenna of the waters! Thou sea Sodom! Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods-thee and thy [To the executioner.] Slave, do thine office! Strike, as I Strike, as I would have struck those tyrants! Strike, deep Strike-and but once!

serpent seed!

struck the foe!

as my curse!

6.

THE OATH.

By the tombs of your sires and brothers, the hosts which the traitors have slain by the tears of your sisters and mothers, in secret concealing their pain -the grief which the heroine smothers, consuming the heart and the brain-by the sigh of the penniless widow, by the sob of the orphans' despair, where they sit in their sorrowful shadow-kneel, kneel, every freeman, and swear! Swear! [Orotund and guttural.] And hark, the deep voices replying from the graves where your fathers are lying: Swear, oh, swear!"

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7.

Blaze with your serried columns ! I will not bend the knee! The shackles ne'er again shall bind the arm which now is free! I've mailed it with the thunder, when the tempest muttered low; and where it falls, ye well may dread the lightning of its blow!

I loathe ye in my bosom, I scorn ye with my eye; and I'll taunt ye with my latest breath, and fight ye till I die! I ne'er will ask ye quarter, and I ne'er will be your slave; but I'll swim the sea of slaughter, till I sink beneath the wave!

JEALOUSY, ENVY, INDIGNATION, AVERSION, SCORN, AND ABHORRENCE,

Require less energy in their intonation than the preceding, more deliberation. The elements of the preceding should be moderated by Longer Quantity, Median Stress, and the Wave.

I.

JEALOUSY.

Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fixed; sad proof of thy distressful state! Of differing themes the veering song was mixed; and now it courted Love; now, raving, called on Hate.

2.

SCORN.

I've scared ye in the city, I've scalped ye on the plain; go, count your chosen, where they fell beneath my leaden rain! I scorn your proffered treaty! the pale-face I defy! revenge is stamped upon my spear, and blood my battle-cry!

3.

ANGER AND SCORN.

You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate as reek o' the rotten fens ! whose loves I prize as the dead carcasses of unburied men, that do corrupt my air!- banish you!

4. ENVY.

Aside the devil turned for envy; yet, with jealous leer malign, eyed them askance, and to himself thus plain'd: Sight hateful! sight tormenting! thus these two, imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss; while I to hell am thrust, where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire-among our other torments not the least-still unfulfilled, with pain of longing, pines.

5.

Sir, who was he that disarmed the Thunderer; wrested from his grasp the bolts of Jove; calmed the troubled ocean; became the central sun of the philosophical system of his age, shedding his brightness and effulgence on the whole civilized world; whom the great and mighty of the earth delighted to honor; who participated in the achievement of your independence,