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FORETHOUGHT OF MURDER.
| 0 horror ! horror ! horror! Tongue nor heart There shall be done
Cannot conceive nor name thee.
Confusion now hath made his master-piece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
| The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence And the first motion, all the interim is
The life o' the building. Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
Macbeth, Act ii. Sc. 2. The Genius, and the mortal instruments,
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies : Are then in council ; and the state of man,
The gods on murderers fix revengeful eyes. Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
CHAPMAN. The nature of an insurrection. Fulius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. I. SHAKESPEARE.
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well
eyes. It were done quickly + if the assassination
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2.
SHAKESPEARE. Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease, success; that but this blow
O blisful God, that art so just and trewe ! Might be the be-all and the end-all here, Lo, howe that thou biwreyest mordre alway! But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, - Mordre wol out, that se we day by day. We'd jump the life to come.
The Nonnes Preestes Tale.
CHAUCER. Besides, this Duncan
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
Hamlet, Actii. Sc. I.
SHAKESPEARE, So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off.
THE HARDENED CRIMINAL. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7.
SHAKESPEARE. I have almost forgot the taste of fear.
The time has been, my senses would have quailed Put out the light, and then -- put out the light.
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, I can again thy former light restore,
As life were in 't. I have supped full with horShould I repent me; but once put out thy light,
rors : Thou cunning st pattern of excelling nature, Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts. I know not where is that Promethean heat,
Cannot once start me.
Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 4.
Is one of these two cowards ;
When he should live, or live when he should die. Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The Blind Lady.
SIR R. HOWARD. Th' effect and it.
Our enemies have beat us to the hip: Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 5.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Than tarry till they push us. Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Fulius Cæsar, Act v. Sc. 5.
SHAKESPEARE. Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds.
He Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. I.
That kills himself t' avoid misery, fears it,
And at the best shows but a bastard valor :
This life's a fort committed to my trust, 0, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; Which I must not yield up, till it be forced ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
Nor will I : he's not valiant that dares die,
But he that boldly bears calamity.
Haukti' do the Loluug bells
Jos echocs deefs and sleeo
C. Ylurted Figuren
TO THE IDOL OF MY EYE AND DELIGHT OF MY HEART,
*“ From this unique petition," says Mr. Gilman in his “Riverside" Chaucer, there seeins to have resulted an additional pension of forty marks a year, on the strength of which Chaucer took a lease of a house in the garden of St. Mary's Chapel, Westminster, for fifty-three years, at an annual rent of two pounds thirteen shillings and fourpence, the lease to be void on the poet's death." So that the practical results of this poetical plaint show that Chaucer well described one of his own characteristics in his description of the MARCHANT, among his Canterbury Pilgrims, –
“This worthy inan ful wel his wit bisette (used)."
WOULD ye be taught, ye feathered throng, With love's sweet notes to grace your song, To pierce the heart with thrilling lay, Listen to mine Anne Hathaway !
* The Albion of Brutus, a descendant of Encas. † King Henry IV. seems to be ineant.