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Act IV. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend Abbot, With all his convent, honourably received him; To whom he gave these words: “O FATHER ABBOT, AN OLD MAN, BROKEN WITH THE STORMS OF STATE, IS COME TO LAY HIS WEARY BONES AMONG YE; GIVE HIM A LITTLE EARTH FOR CHARITY!” So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still; and three nights after this, About the hour of eight (which he himself Foretold should be his last), full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.
This Cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashioned to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to those that loved him not, But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer, And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he raised in you, Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to out-live the good that did it;
The other, though unfinished, yet so famous,
ADVICE ON GOING TO TRAVEL.
HAMLET.-Act I. SCENE III.
And these few precepts in thy memory
This above all,—to thine own self be true;
ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION.
JULIUS CÆSAR.—Act III. SCENE II. Antony. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me
your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men ;) Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: 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 ?
Has he, masters ? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take!
the crown; Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with
weeping. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar,
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not
read it; It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, 0, what would come of it!
4 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.
4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men!
read the will!
Cit. Come down.