Which was not so before. There's no such thing. Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er one half the world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me: [A bell rings.] [Enter Lady Macbeth.] hath made me bold: Hark! peace!! Lady. That which hath made them drunk, Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugg'd their possets. Macb. [Within.] Who's there?—what ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd; And 'tis not done. Th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I Mach. [Enter Macbeth.] had done 't. My husband. I've done the deed-didst thou not hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When? Lady. Now. Macb. As I descended? Lady. Ay. Macb. Hark!-who lies i' th' second chamber? Lady. Donalbain. Macb. This is a sorry sight. Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. [Looks on his hands.] Mach. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried, Murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them; But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Mach. One cried, God bless us! and Amen! the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say God bless us. Lady. Consider it not so deeply. Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen! I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought, After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, Lady. What do you mean? Mach. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the house; Lady. Who was it that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thane, So brain-sickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there. Go, carry them, and smear Macb. I'll go no more. I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady. Infirm of purpose: Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, [Exit.] [Knocking within.] Macb. Whence is that knocking! [Starting.] Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather Making the green one red [Enter Lady Macbeth.] Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber; A little water clears us of this deed, How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.] Hark, more knocking! Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself. [Knock.] Wake, Duncan, with this knocking. Ay, 'would thou could'st! [Exeunt.] MARK ANTONY OVER CESAR'S BODY. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. So are they all, all honourable men,) He was my friend, faithful and just to me; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke; And men have lost their reason! Bear with me: My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, And I must pause till it come back to me. First Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. Sec. Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong. Third Cit. Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. Fourth Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. First Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. Oh, masters! If I were dispos'd to stir Who, you all know, are honourable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And dying, mention it within their wills, Unto their issue. Fourth Cit. We'll hear the will; read it, Mark Antony. Fourth Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony: You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will! Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honourable men Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar. I do fear it. Fourth Cit. They were traitors. Honourable men! All. The will! the testament! Sec. Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the will! Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? Come down. All. Descend. Third Cit. You shall have leave. Fourth Cit. A ring! Stand round! [He comes down from the pulpit.j First Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Sec. Cit. Room for Antony-most noble Antony! Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. All. Stand back! room! bear back! Ant. 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, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no. For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel; Judge, Oh you gods! how dearly Cæsar lov'd him. For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, 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! The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls! What! weep you when you but behold Sec. Cit. O noble Cæsar! Third Cit. O woful day! Fourth Cit. O traitors! villains! First Cit. O most bloody sight! Sec Cit. We will be reveng'd! Revenge! About-seek-burn-firekill-slay! Let not a traitor live! [Julius Cæsar.] The plays of Shakspeare which we have not had occasion, in the course of our remarks, to notice, and those from which we have made no selections, are the following:-Comedy of Errors, Love's Labour Lost, Taming of the Shrew, King John, All's Well that Ends Well, Troilus and Cressida, Timon of Athens, Cymbeline, Coriolanus, and the Winter's Tale. He was the author of numerous Sonnets also, many of which are marked by peculiar delicacy and beauty. |