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and sweet as Flora. Take no care
gems in abundance upon you :
come and receive them while the light
retires himself, or else stands still
We shall grow old apace, and die
as fast away as does the sun :
so when or you or I are made
lies drowned with us in endless night:
ever more must Charon turn from me.
only they may rest
whom the Fates' behest
seen him wave afar his serpent wand;
not with that pale crew
durst I venture too-
272 Passages for Translation into Latin Lyric Verse
Day and night before the dreary portal
phantom-shapes, the guards of Hades, lie; none of heavenly kind nor yet of mortal, may unchallenged pass the warders by.
None that path may go,
if he cannot show
fatal, O Apollo, was thy love!
Let me not, I pray,
thus be cast away:
heard that full melodious voice of thine,
and thine eye, so bright
with its innate light,
those who trusted in thy godlike power?
still he feels thy rays,
fondly meets thy gaze,
W. E. AYTOUN
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
'[striking Seb. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad ?
[draws, beating Sir A. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold!
[holding Seb. Sir And. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another way to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand. Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh’d; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword. Sir To. What, what! Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[draws W. SHAKESPEARE
SCENE FROM MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR
FALSTAFF— BARDOLPH Fal. Bardolph, I say ! Bard. Here, sir. Fal. Go, fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of F. S. II.
butcher's offal; and to be thrown into the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a newyear's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i’ the litter; and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man, and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.
SCENE FROM COMEDY OF ERRORS
Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand?
that my two ears can witness. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou his
mind? Drom. Aye, aye, he told his mind upon mine ear:
beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou could'st not feel his
meaning? Drom. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well feel his
blows: and withal so doubtfully that I could
scarce understand them. Adr, But say, I prythee, is he coming home? It seems, he hath great care to please his wife.
4 "Why,' exclaimed one of them to the aged dame, thou that art, like a corpse on the funeral pile, a disgrace to mortal life, and Pluto's abomination, dost thou make game of us that thou hast thus been sitting at home all day idle? What? at this late hour, after all our labours and perils hast thou nothing to give us for supper, and nought to think of but continually to pour wine down thy throat, into that greedy growling stomach of thine?'
- Brave, honourable young gentlemen, my masters,' replied the old woman, who seemed frightened out of her wits, "all, all is ready, stewed meats, sweet and smoking in rich gravy, wine in abundance, cups cleaned bright, and plenty of loaves of bread. The water too, for your hasty bath, is heated as usual.'
SCENE FROM MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR
MR FORD-MR PAGE-MRS FORD Ford. WELL, he's not here I seek for. Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I find
not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's leman. Satisfy
me once more ; once more search with me. Mrs Ford. What, hoa, mistress Page! come you and the
old woman down; my husband will come into
I not forbid her my house! She comes of
you ; come down I say. Mrs F. Nay, good, sweet husband; good gentlemen, let
him not strike the old woman. [Enter Falstaff in woman's clothes, led by Mrs Page.] Mrs Page. Come, mother Prat, come give me your hand. Ford. I'll prat her :- out of my door, you witch, you
rag, you baggage, you polecat, you ronyon! out, out, I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you.
SCENE FROM COMEDY OF ERRORS ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE-DROMIO OF EPHESUS Ant. Stop in your wind, sir; tell me this, I pray; where have you left the money that I gave you ?