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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, 40
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney—tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph Over Pompey's blood?
Be gone!
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 60
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
(Exeunt all the Commoners.
See, whe'er their basest metal be not mov’d;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I: disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremony.
Mar. May we do so?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter: let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, ,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
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mechanical—being mechanics or laborers. What were the signs of their profession?

cobbler—another play on words, a cobbler was a rough workman at any trade, a man that makes a botch of a job.

out—a play on words, out of patience and out at toes.

neat—Cattle.

to “go upon” a man's bond is to endorse it, to guarantee that he is trustworthy.

Pompey had just been conquered.

Tiber—the river that runs through Rome.

Whe'er—COntraction for “Whether.”

Ceremony—adorned with bunting, etc., ready for the very ceremonious parade that was to Occur next day.

vulgar—the common people.

else—OtherWise.

EXERCISES

Describe exercises 28–30 clearly,–warn against probable errors, and then lead the class in practise.

LESSON XXVI

1. Mark in the margin the Feet Attitudes in this selection: 2. Give them with vigor.

CHRISTIAN’S FIGHT WITH APOLLYON.

But now, in this Valley of Humiliation, poor Christian was hard put to it; for he had gone but a little way before he espied a foul fiend coming Over the field to meet him; his name is Apollyon. Now the monster was hideous to behold: he was clothed with scales like a fish (and they are his pride); he had wings like a dragon, feet like a bear, and out of his belly came fire and smoke; and his Imouth was as the mouth of a lion. When he was come up to Christian, he beheld him with a disdainful countenance, and thus began to question with him. Apol. Whence come you? and whither are you bound? Chr. I am come from the City of Destruction, which is the place of all evil, and am going to the city of Zion. Apol. By this I perceive thou art one of my subjects; for all that country is mine, and I am prince and god of it. How is it then that thou hast run away from thy king? Were it not that I hope thou mayest do me more service, I would strike thee now at one blow to the ground. Chr. I was born indeed in your dominions, but your service was hard, and your wages such as a man could not live on; for the wages of sin is death. Therefore when I was come to years, I did as other considerate persons do, look out, if perhaps I might mend myself. [In the dialogue that ensues, Apollyon tries by promises and threats to reclaim Christian to his service; but Christian steadily ons his allegiance to the Prince whom he now folOWS. Apol. Then Apollyon broke out into grievous rage, saying, I am an enemy to this Prince: I hate his person his laws, and people; I am come out on purpose to withstand thee. Chr. Apollyon, beware what you do, for I am in the King's highway, the way of holiness; therefore take heed to yourself. Apol. Then Apollyon straddled quite over the whole breadth of the way and said, I am void of fear in this matter. Prepare thyself to die; for I swear by my informal o that thou shalt go no further; here will I spill thy SOUll. And with that he threw a flaming dart at his breast; but Christian had a shield in his hand, with which he caught it, and so prevented the danger of that. Then did Christian draw, for he saw 'twas time to bestir him; and Apollyon as fast made at him, throwing darts as thick, as hail; by the which notwithstanding all that Christian could do to avoid it, Apollyon wounded him in his head, his hand, and foot. This made Christian give a little back; Apollyon therefore followed his work amain, and Christian again took courage, and resisted as manfully as he could. This sore combat lasted for above half a day, even till Christian was almost quite spent; for you must know that Christian, by reason of his wounds, must needs grow weaker and weaker. Then Apollyon, espying his opportunity, began to gather up close to Christian, and wrestling with him, gave him a dreadful fall; and with that Christian's sword flew Out of his hand. Then said Apollyon, I am sure of thee now; and with that he had almost pressed him to death, So that Christian began to despair of life. But as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching of his last blow, thereby to make a full end of this good man, Christian nimbly reached out his hand for his sword, and caught. it. Saying, Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy! when I fall I shall arise; and with that gave him a deadly thrust, which made him give back, as one that had received his mortal wound. Christian perceiving that, made at him again saying, Nay, in all these things, we are more than conquerors, through him that loved us. And with that Apollyon spread forth his dragon's wings, and sped him away, that Christian for a season saw him no more. —John Bunyan.

EXERCISES t oractice exercises 29–30. After getting the jaw relaxed, ake

31. a. Run up the scale, saying, “fo-fa-fa” on each of the eight degrees.

b. Run down the scale in the same way.
c. Run up and down the scale with one breath.

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