Judge, O 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. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! 3 Cit. O woeful day! 1 Cit. O most bloody sight! Cits. We will be revenged: revenge; about,-seek, -burn,-fire,-kill,-slay!-let not a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. I Cit. Peace there:-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas! I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; But as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, I tell you that which you yourselves do know; mouths, And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony SCENE FROM "THE HUNCHBACK" BY JAMES SHEeridan Knowles. MASTER WALTER. CLIFFORD. Master Walter. I'll follow him! Why do you hold me? 'Tis not courteous of you! Sir Thos. Clifford. Nay, Master Walter, they're not worth your wrath! Wal. How know you me for Master Walter? By Is't fit you waste your choler on a burr? Wal. You're right, sir; right. For twenty crowns!—so there's my rapier up! Clif. No thanks, good Master Walter, owe you me. I'm glad to know you, sir. Wal. I pray you, now. How did you learn my name? Guess'd I not right? Was 't not my comely hunch that taught it you? Clif. I own it. Wal. Right, I know it; you tell truth. I like you for 't. Clif. But when I heard it said That Master Walter was a worthy man, Whose word would pass on 'change soon as his bond; A liberal man-for schemes of public good That sets down tens, where others units write; That's told of, not the half-I never more Clif. Indeed, I flatter not! Wal. I like your face poor citizen? A frank and honest one! Your frame 's well knit, Clif. Good sir! Wal. Your name is Clifford ?— Sir Thomas Clifford. Humph! You're not the heir That was, was drown'd abroad. Am I not right? To rank and wealth your birth ne'er promised you. Wal. I do. You're lucky who conjoin the benefits Of penury and abundance; for I know Your father was a man of slender means. You do not blush, I see. That's right! Why should you? What merit to be dropp'd on fortune's hill? The honour is to climb it. You'd have done it; Frugality, and honesty,-the sinews That surest help a man to gain the top, And then will keep him there. I have a clerk, Once served your father; there's the riddle for you. Humph! I may thank you for my life to-day. Clif. I pray you say not so. Wal. But I will say so! Because I think so, know so, feel so, sir! Your fortune, I have heard, I think, is ample! Clif. 'T was my rule, And is so still, to keep my outlay, sir, A span within my means. Wal. A prudent rule! The turf is a seductive pastime ? Clif. Yes. Wal. You keep a racing stud? You bet? 'T was still my father's precept-" Better owe Be debtor for a rood!" Wal. 'Twas a wise precept. You've a fair house-you'll get a mistress for it? Wal. In time? 'Tis time thy choice were made! Is 't not so yet? Or is thy lady love The newest still thou seest? Clif. Nay, not so. I'd marry, Master Walter, but old use- In the world-has made me jealous of the thing |