By owing owes not, | but still pays, | at once Me some inferior Angel, | I had stood Then happy no unbounded hope had raised As great might have aspired, and me, though mean, Fell not, but stand unshaken, | from within Hadst thou the same free will and power to stand? | But Heaven's free love dealt equally to all? | 60 65 Be then his love accursed, | since, love or hate To me alike it deals eternal woe. | 70 Nay, cursed be thou; | since against his thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues. Me miserable! | which way shall I fly | Infinite wrath and infinite despair? | Which way I fly is Hell; | myself am Hell; | 75 And, in the lowest deep, | a lower deep To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. | Than to submit, | boasting I could subdue 80 85 The Omnipotent. | Ay me! | they little know But say I could repent | and could obtain, Would highth recall high thoughts | how soon unsay 90 94 100 105 Mankind, created, | and for him this World! | So farewell hope, | and, with hope, farewell fear, | Evil, be thou my Good by thee at least By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign; | As man e'er long, and this new world shall know. | IIO PAUSES. CESURA. Exercise 1. JULIUS CÆSAR. Act II. Scene I. Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Cas. And let us swear our resolution. Bru. No, not an oath || if not the face of men, "The sufferance of our souls || the time's abuse, || If these be motives weak || break off betimes, And every man | hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny || range on, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, As I am sure they do || bear fire enough To kindle cowards || and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women | then, countrymen, Than secret Romans || that have spoke the word Than honesty | to honesty engaged, That this shall be or we will fall for it? Swear priests, and cowards || and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions || and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs || unto bad causes swear Nor the insuppressive mettle || of our spirits, Is guilty of a several bastardy If he do break || the smallest particle Of any promise I that hath passed from him. Exercise 2. JULIUS CÆSAR. Act I. Scene I. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he: home? What tributaries | follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds | his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones || you worse than senseless. O you hard hearts | you cruel men of Rome, That Tiber II trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication II of your sounds And do you now I put on your best attire, And do you now || strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph || over Pompey's blood? Run to your houses || fall upon your knees, |