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Hamet. By Allah! yes.

King. Thou art a prodigy, and fill'st my mind
With thoughts profound and expectation high;
When in a nation, humbled by the will
Of Providence, beneath a haughty foe,
A person rises up, by nature rear'd,
Sublime, above the level of mankind;

Like that bright bow, the hand of the Most High
Sends in the watr'y cloud: He is the sign
Of prosperous change and interposing heaven.
DISMISSING.

DISMISSING, with approbation, is done with a kind aspect and tone of voice; the right hand open, gently waved towards the person. With displeasure; besides, the look and tone of voice which suits displeasure, the hand is hastily thrown out towards the person dismissed, the back part towards him, the countenance at the same time turned away from him.

SATAN'S DISMISSING THE COUNCIL OF PANDEMONIUM.
-Well have ye judged, well ended long debate,
Synod of gods!-and like to what ye are,

Great things resolved; which from the lowest deep
Will once more lift us up, in spite of fate,

Nearer our ancient seat; perhaps in view

Of those bright confines, whence with neighb'ring arms

And opportune excursion we may chance

Re-enter Heaven; or else, in some mild zone,

Dwell not unvisited of Heaven's fair light,

Secure, and at the brightening orient beam
Purge off this gloom.

HENRY VIII. ON QUEEN CATHERINE WITHDRAWING FROM

Go thy ways, Kate;

TRIAL.

That man i' th' world, who shall report he has

A better wife, let him in nought be trusted,

For speaking false in that; thou art alone,
If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,

Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,
Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out,
The queen of earthly queens: she's noble born;
And like her true nobility, she has

Carried herself towards me.

AUFIDIUS TO CORIOLANUS.

I need not tell thee, that I have perform'd
My utmost promise. Thou hast been protected;
And had thy amplest, most ambitious wish:
Thy wounded pride is heal'd, thy dear revenge
Completely sated: and to crown thy fortune,
At the same time, thy peace with Rome restor❜d.

Thou art no more a Volcian, but a Roman :
Return, return; thy duty calls upon thee
Still to protect the city thou hast sav'd;
It still may be in danger from our arms:
Retire; I will take care thou may'st with safety.

PARDONING.

PARDONING differs from acquitting, in that the latter means clearing a person, after trial, of guilt; whereas, the former supposes guilt, and signifies merely delivering of the guilty person from punishment. Pardoning requires some degree of severity of aspect and tone of voice, because the pardoned person is not an object of entire unmixed approbation.

GEORGE BARNWELL AND MASTER.

Thorow. Without a cause assign'd, or notice given, to absent yourself last night was a fault, young man, and I came to chide you for it; but hope I am prevented; that modest blush, the confusion so visible in your face, speak grief and shame: when we have offended heaven, it requires no more; and shall man, who needs himself to be forgiven, be harder to appease? If my pardon or love, be of moment to your peace, look up secure of both.

Barn. This goodness has overcome me [aside. O Sir! you know not the nature and extent of my offence ;

Thorow. Enough, enough; whate'er it be, this concern shows you are convinced, and I am satisfied. How painful is the sense of guilt to an ingenuous mind! [aside] some youthful folly, which it were prudent not to enquire into.

Barn. It will be known, and you recall your pardon and abhor me.

Thorow. I never will; so heaven confirm to me the pardon of my offences. Whatever is your fault, of this I am certain, it was harder for you to offend, than me to forgive.

CONDEMNING.

HENRY V. CONDEMNING THE LORD SCROOP, &c.

-God quit you in his mercy,-hear your sentence;
You have conspired against our royal person,

Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;

Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation;
Touching our person, seek we no revenge,
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver
you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death;
The taste whereof God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dire offences. Bear them hence.

SCHOOL ELOCUTION.

PART IV.

THE DECLAIMER.

A SELECTION OF SPEECHES, PASSAGES, &c.

In the following selections, many of the pieces will be found to embody several passions or emotions, it will therefore be the study of the pupil, in reciting them, to carry out those principles which have been so copiously laid down in the three preceding parts.

ADDRESS TO CALEDONIA.

BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,

From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

O Caledonia! stern and wild;
Meet nurse for a poetic child!

Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! What mortal hand

Can e'er untie the filial band,

That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Still, as I view each well-known scene,
Think what is now, and what hath been,

Seems as, to me, of all bereft,

Sole friends thy woods and streams were left,
And thus I love them better still,

Even in extremity of ill.

By Yarrow's stream still let me stray,
Though none should guide my feeble way;
Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,
Although it chill my wither'd cheek;
Still lay my head by Teviot Stone,
Though there, forgotten and alone,
The bard may draw his parting groan,

HUSH'D is the harp-the Minstrel gone.
And did he wander forth alone?
Alone, in indigence and age,
To linger out his pilgrimage?

No; close beneath proud Newark's tower,
Arose the Minstrel's lowly bower;
A simple hut; but there was seen
The little garden hedged with green,
The cheerful hearth, and lattice clean,
There shelter'd wanderers, by the blaze,
Oft heard the tale of other days;
For much he loved to ope his door,
And give the aid he begg'd before.
So pass'd the winter's day; but still,
When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill,
And July's eve, with balmy breath,
Waved the blue-bells on Newark heath;
When throstles sung in Harehead-shaw,
And corn was green on Carterhaugh,
And flourish'd, broad, Blackandro's oak,
The aged Harper's soul awoke!
Then would he sing achievements high,
And circumstance of chivalry,
'Till the rapt traveller would stay,

Forgetful of the closing day;

And noble youths, the strain to hear,
Forsook the hunting of the deer;

And Yarrow, as he roll'd along,

Bore burden to the Minstrel's song.-Scott.

BASSANIO CHOOSING THE CASKET.

So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament. In law what plea so tainted and corrupt, But being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow

Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts,
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk!
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it.
So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a second head,

The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore

To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf

Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee:

Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
"Tween man and man; but thou, thou meagre lead,
Which rather threat'nest than does promise ought,
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence,
And here choose I; joy be the consequence!-Shakspeare.
SATAN'S MEETING WITH DEATH.

The other shape,

If shape it might be called, that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb,—

Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
For each seemed either,—black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,

And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head,
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand, and from his seat

The monster moving onward, came as fast
With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode.
Th' undaunted fiend what this might be admired;
Admired, not feared: God and his Son except,
Created thing nought valued he nor shunned:
And with disdainful look thus first began:
"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!"

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