DEFINITIONS.-De pūt ́ed, assigned to another. Trůn'çheon, a short staff of office. Po'ten çy, power. Gall, to injure. Gnärled, full of knots. NOTES.-The extract is from Act II. Scene 2 of Measure for Measure. Isabella is pleading for the life of her brother, who has been condemned to death by Angelo, lord deputy in the absence of Vincentio, the reigning duke of Vienna. Jove, the chief divinity of the ancient Romans; Jupiter. 1. 118.-POLONIUS TO LAERTES. THERE! my blessing with you, And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou charácter: Give thy thoughts no tongue, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,— Bear it, that the opposéd may beware of thee. 2. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; And they in France of the best rank and station For loan oft loses both itself and friend, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell! My blessing season this in thee! DEFINITION.-1. Char ǎe'ter, to infix strongly. NOTE.-Po lō'ni us to La er'tēs is from Act I. Scene 3 of Hamlet. Polo. nius gives this advice to his son on the eve of his departure for France. 119.-SPEECH OF MARK ANTONY. Antony. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; He was my friend, faithful and just to me: And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 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. Second 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. Marked 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. Second Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. Third Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. Fourth Cit. Now mark him : he begins again to speak Antony. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Let but the commons hear this testament Unto their issue. Fourth Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony. All. The will, the will! We will hear Cæsar's will! Antony. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it: It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved 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, O, what would come of it? Fourth Cit. Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will,-Cæsar's will. Antony. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honorable men Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar; I do fear it. Fourth Cit. They were traitors: Honorable men ! All. The will! the testament ! Second Cit. They were villains, murderers. The will! read the will! Antony. 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. Second Cit. Descend. (He comes down from the pulpit.) Fourth Cit. A ring; stand round. First Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Antony. 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; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart; Even at the base of Pompey's statue, O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down, |