No More Learning

Hamlet-No, faith, not a jot: but to follow him thither with
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander


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died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returned into dust; the
dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam,
whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ?
D
Imperial Cæsar dead, and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
Oh! that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
IAGO'S SOLDIER-SONGS
From Othello>
Lay by these. -
AND
ND let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink:
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span:
Why then let a soldier drink.
KING STEPHEN was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,
With that he called the tailor-lown.
He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree:
'Tis pride that pulls the country down,
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
ESDEMONA [singing] —
DESDEMONA'S LAST SONG
From Othello'
A poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,-
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her and murmured her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones. -
Sing willow, willow, willow. -
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Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. -
-
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,—
Nay, that's not next. - - Hark! who is it that knocks?
――
Emilia It is the wind.
Desdemona -
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I called my love false love; but what said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow:
If I court no women, you'll couch with no men.
HARK! HARK! THE LARK
From Cymbeline ›
H
ARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise;
Arise, arise!
F
FEAR NO MORE
From Cymbeline'
EAR no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and lasses must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.


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Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!
TIME'S GLORY
From the Rape of Lucrece›
IME'S glory is to calm contending kings,
TIM
To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light;
To stamp the seal of time in aged things,
To wake the morn, and sentinel the night,
To wrong the wronger till he render right;
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,
And smear with dust their glittering golden towers;
To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,
To feed oblivion with decay of things,
To blot old books, and alter their contents,
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,
To dry the old oak's sap, and cherish springs;
To spoil antiquities of hammered steel,
And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel.
To show the beldame daughters of her daughter,
To make the child a man, the man a child,
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,
To tame the unicorn and lion wild;
To mock the subtle, in themselves beguiled;
To cheer the plowman with increaseful crops,
And waste huge stones with little water-drops.


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13219
WEAR
SONNETS
EARY with toil I haste me to my bed,-
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
LET me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one;
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailèd guilt should do thee shame:
Nor thou with public kindness honor me,
Unless thou take that honor from thy name;
But do not so: I love thee in such sort,
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
WHEN most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form, form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so?
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessèd made
By looking on thee in the living day,


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When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay?
All days are nights to see, till I see thee,
And nights bright days, when dreams do show thee me.
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend! "
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know,
His rider loved not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,-
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
WHAT is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new;
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear:
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
OH, HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odor which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses;
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses :


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13221
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwooed, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,-
When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
NoT marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,-
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity,
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the Judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
-
LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light.
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Oh! how shall summer's honey-breath hold out
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When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Oh, fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
Oh, none! unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
TIRED with all these, for restful death I cry;-
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honor shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die I leave my love alone.
OR I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten:
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombèd in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen),
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
FROM you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
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13223
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose:
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you; you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
THE forward violet thus did I chide:-
[smells,
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that
If not from my love's breath? the purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells,
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair:
A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both,
And to this robbery had annexed thy breath;
But for his theft, in pride of all his growth,
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or color it had stolen from thee.
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights;
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
NOT mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
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Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a cónfined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now, with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,—
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes;
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
TH' EXPENSE of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe:
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH
From The Passionate Pilgrim'
RABBED age and youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
CR
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;


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13225
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;
Oh, my love, my love is young!
Age, I do defy thee;
O sweet shepherd! hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
BEAUTY
From The Passionate Pilgrim'
B
EAUTY is but a vain and doubtful good:
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass, that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
And as goods lost are seld or never found;
As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh ;
As flowers dead lie withered on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress:
So beauty blemished once, for ever lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
LIVE WITH ME
From The Passionate Pilgrim'
IVE with me and be my love,
L
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And the craggy mountain yields.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;


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A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me and be my love.
LOVE'S ANSWER
IF THAT the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
THRENOS
From The Phoenix and Turtle'
B
EAUTY, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here inclosed in cinders lie.
Death is now the Phoenix's nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest.
Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she:
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.


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Ancient and Modern
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EDITOR
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GEORGE H. WARNER
ASSOCIATE EDITORS
THIRTY VOLUMES
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THE ADVISORY COUNCIL
CRAWFORD H. TOY, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Hebrew, HARVARD UNIVERSITY, Cambridge, Mass.
THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY, LL. D. , L. H. D.
,
Professor of English in the Sheffield Scientific School of
YALE UNIVERSITY, New Haven, Conn.
WILLIAM M. SLOANE, PH. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of History and Political Science,
BRANDER MATTHEWS, A. M. , LL. B. ,
Professor of Literature, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, New York City.
JAMES B. ANGELL, LL. D. ,
President of the
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY, Princeton, N. J.
UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, Ann Arbor, Mich.
WILLARD FISKE, A. M. , PH. D. ,
Late Professor of the Germanic and Scandinavian Languages
and Literatures,
CORNELL UNIVERSITY, Ithaca, N. Y.
EDWARD S. HOLDEN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Director of the Lick Observatory, and Astronomer,
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, Berkeley, Cal.
ALCÉE FORTIER, LIT. D. ,
Professor of the Romance Languages,
TULANE UNIVERSITY, New Orleans, La.
WILLIAM P. TRENT, M. A. ,
Dean of the Department of Arts and Sciences, and Professor of
English and History,
UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH, Sewanee, Tenn.
PAUL SHOREY, PH. D. ,
Professor of Greek and Latin Literature,
UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO, Chicago, Ill.
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, LL. D. ,
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Literature in the
CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA, Washington, D. C.
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V
TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXIII
SHAKESPEARE (Continued from Vol. xxii. )
Dogberry Captain of the Watch (Much Ado About Noth-
ing')
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Shylock and Antonio (The Merchant of Venice')
Launcelot and Old Gobbo (same)
The Quality of Mercy (same)
Lorenzo and Jessica (same)
Rosalind, Orlando, Jaques ('As You Like It')
Richard II. in Prison ('King Richard II. ')
Falstaff and Prince Hal (First Part of 'King Henry IV. ')
Falstaff's Army (same)
Falstaff in Battle (same)
Henry's Wooing of Katharine (King Henry V. ')
Gloster and Anne: Gloster's Soliloquy (King Richard III. ')
Love Scene from 'Romeo and Juliet'
Antony's Speech over Cæsar's Body (Julius Cæsar')
Macbeth before the Deed ("Macbeth")
Hamlet's Soliloquy (Hamlet')
Othello's Wooing ('Othello')
LIVED
BY GEORGE E. WOODBERRY
From 'Prometheus Unbound':
Chorus of Furies
Voice in the Air
Asia
Last Hour of Beatrice (The
Cenci')
Adonais
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Ozymandias
1792-1822
PAGE
13227
13265
The Indian Serenade
Ode to the West Wind
The Sensitive Plant: Part First
The Cloud
To a Skylark
Arethusa
Hymn of Pan
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WILLIAM SHENSTONE
Pastoral Ballad
Song
RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN
Disappointment ('A Pastoral')
Hope (same)
Much Taste and Small Estate (The Progress of Taste')
From The Schoolmistress'
vi
Mrs. Malaprop's Views ('Rivals')
Sir Lucius Dictates a Cartel (same)
The Duel (same)
The Scandal Class Meets (School for Scandal')
Matrimonial Felicity (same)
Sir Peter and Lady Teazle Agree to Disagree (same)
Auctioning Off One's Relatives (same)
JOHN HENRY SHORTHOUSE
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
BY BRANDER MATTHEWS
The Pleasures of Friendly Criticism (The Critic')
Rolla's Address to the Peruvian Warriors ('Pizarro')
LIVED
1714-1763
1834-
Inglesant Visits Mr. Ferrar's Religious Community (John
Inglesant')
The Visit to the Astrologer (same)
John Inglesant Makes a Journey, and Meets his Brother's
Murderer (same)
HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ
The Arrival in Arcadia
Astrophel and Stella
Sonnets to Stella
1751-1816
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
Basia Works a Miracle (Pan Michael')
Basia and Michael Part (same)
The Funeral of Pan Michael (same)
1554-1586
1846-
BY CHARLES HARVEY GENUNG
Zagloba Captures a Banner (With Fire and Sword')
Podbipienta's Death (same)
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vii
EDWARD ROWLAND SILL
Opportunity
Home
The Fool's Prayer
WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS
SIMONIDES OF CEOS
The Doom of Occonestoga (The Yemassee')
The Burden of the Desert
LIVED
1841-1887
A Morning Thought
Strange
Life
BY WALTER MILLER
JULIUS SLOWACKI
Danaë's Lament
From the Epinician Ode for Scopas'
Inscription for an Altar Dedicated to Artemis
Epitaph for Those who Fell at Thermopyla
Fragment of a Scolion
Time is Fleeting
Virtue Coy and Hard to Win
Epitaphs
JEAN CHARLES SIMONDE DE SISMONDI
ANNIE TRUMBULL SLOSSON
Butterneggs
1806-1870
(
B. C. 556-468
From Mindowe'
I Am So Sad, O God!
BY HUMPHREY J. DESMOND
Boccaccio's 'Decameron' (Literature of the South of
Europe')
1773-1842
The Troubadour (same)
Italy in the Thirteenth Century ('A History of the Italian
Republics')
PAGE
13439
A Fifteenth-Century Soldier: Francesco Carmagnola (same)
The Ruin of Florence and its Republic: 1530 (same)
18-
13445
1809-1849
13462
13471
13487
13508


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ADAM SMITH
SYDNEY SMITH
The Prudent Man (The Theory of Moral Sentiments')
Of the Wages of Labor (The Wealth of Nations')
Home Industries: Of Restraints upon the Importation from
Foreign Countries of Such Goods as can be Produced
at Home (same)
Of Military and General Education (same)
BY RICHARD T. ELY
viii
GOLDWIN SMITH
John Pym (Three English Statesmen')
The Puritan Colonies (Lectures on the Study of History')
1771-1845
The Education of Women
John Bull's Charity Subscrip-
tions
Wisdom of Our Ancestors
Latin Verses
Mrs. Siddons
TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT
LIVED
1723-1790
DENTON J: SNIDER
SOCRATES
1823-
Dogs
Hand-Shaking
Small Men
Macaulay
Specie and Species
Daniel Webster
Review of the Novel 'Granby'
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
A Naval Surgeon's Examination in the Eighteenth Cen-
tury (Roderick Random')
Roderick is "Pressed" into the Navy (same)
Roderick Visits a Gaming-House (same)
1721-1771
Old-Fashioned Love-Making; An Old-Fashioned Wedding
(Peregrine Pickle')
Humphrey Clinker is Presented to the Reader (Expedi-
tion of Humphrey Clinker')
1841-
The Battle of Marathon ('A Walk in Hellas')
469? -399 B. C.
BY HERBERT WEIR SMYTH
PAGE
13519
Socrates Refuses to Escape from Prison (Plato's 'Crito')
Socrates and Euthydemus (Xenophon's 'Memorabilia')
13556
13556
13575
13601
13627


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ix
SOCRATES-Continued:
SOLON
Duty of Politicians to Qualify Themselves (Xenophon's
'Memorabilia ')
Before the Trial (same)
SOPHOCLES
Defense of his Dictatorship
Solon Speaks his Mind to the Athenians
Two Fragments
From 'Antigone'
From
Electra'
From the Trachiniæ'
ROBERT SOUTHEY
ÉMILE SOUVESTRE
HERBERT SPENCER
638? -559? B. C.
BY J. P. MAHAFFY
The Holly-Tree
Stanzas Written in my Library
The Inchcape Rock
The Battle of Blenheim
The Old Woman of Berkeley
The Curse (The Curse of Kehama')
EDMUND SPENSER
495-405? B. C.
LIVED
(
(
1806-1854
The Washerwomen of Night (Le Foyer Breton')
The Four Gifts (same)
From Edipus Rex'
From Edipus at Colonus'
From 'Ajax'
BY F. HOWARD COLLINS
1774-1843
BY J. DOUGLAS BRUCE
1820-
PAGE
13642
Prothalamion; or, A Spousall Verse
Belphœbe the Huntress (Faery Queene')
The Cave of Mammon (same)
Sir Guyon and the Palmer Visit and Destroy the Bower
of Bliss (same)
13647
13677
Manners and Fashion (Illustrations of Universal Progress')
1552? -1599
13693
13707
13751


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FRIEDRICH SPIELHAGEN
From Quisisana'
BENEDICT SPINOZA
BY JOSIAH ROYCE
The Improvement of the Understanding
Mental Freedom
Superstition and Fear
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD
The Godmothers
The King's Dust
On an Old Woman Singing
MADAME DE STAËL
X
From
From
From 'On Germany'
Delphine'
Corinne'
LIVED
1829-
1632-1677
1766-1817
Close of the Introduction to the Treatise on the Influ-
ence of the Passions'
1835-
At the Potter's
Equations
"When First You Went"
From the 'Preliminary Discourse to the Treatise on Lit-
erature'
Napoleon (Considerations on the French Revolution')
Necker (same)
Persecutions by Napoleon (Ten Years of Exile')
Rome Ancient and Modern ('Corinne')
PAGE
13772
13785
13805
13823


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LIST OF PORTRAITS
IN VOL. XXIII
Percy Bysshe Shelley
William Shenstone
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
John Henry Shorthouse
Sir Philip Sidney
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Edward Rowland Sill
William Gilmore Simms
Jean Charles Simonde de Sismondi
Julius Slowacki
Adam Smith
Goldwin Smith
Sydney Smith
Tobias George Smollett
Denton J. Snider
Socrates
Solon
Sophocles
Robert Southey
Herbert Spencer
Edmund Spenser
Friedrich Spielhagen
Benedict Spinoza
Harriet Prescott Spofford
Madame de Staël
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Full page
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Vignette
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Vignette
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13227
SHAKESPEARE
[Selections continued from Volume xxii. ]
DOGBERRY CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH
From Much Ado About Nothing'
Scene: A Street. Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.
OGBERRY Are you good men and true?
DOGE Verges- Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer
salvation, body and soul.
Dogberry-Nay, that were a punishment too good for them,
if they should have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the
prince's watch.
Verges-Well, give them their charge, neighbor Dogberry.
Dogberry-First, who think you the most desartless man to
be constable?
First Watch - Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; for they
can write and read.
Dogberry-Come hither, neighbor Seacoal. God hath blessed
you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of
fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.
Second Watch - Both which, master constable,—
Dogberry - You have: I knew it would be your answer.
Well, for your favor, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no
boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear
when there is no need of such vanity. You are thought here to
be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch;
therefore, bear you the lantern. This is your charge. You shall
comprehend all vagrom men: you are to bid any man stand, in
the prince's name.
Second Watch - How, if 'a will not stand?
Dogberry-Why then, take no note of him, but let him go;
and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God
you are rid of a knave.
Verges- If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none
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13228
SHAKESPEARE
Dogberry-True, and they are to meddle with none but the
prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets;
for, for the watch to babble and talk is most tolerable, and not
to be endured.
Second Watch-We will rather sleep than talk: we know what
belongs to a watch.
Dogberry-Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet
watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should offend; only
have a care that your bills be not stolen. Well, you are to call
at all the ale-houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to
bed.
Second Watch - How if they will not?
Dogberry-Why then, let them alone till they are sober; if
they make you not then the better answer, you may say, they
are not the men you took them for.
Second Watch - Well, sir.
Dogberry-If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by
virtue of your office, to be no true man; and for such kind of
men, the less you meddle or make with them, why, the more is
for your honesty.
Second Watch - If we know him to be a thief, shall we not
lay hands on him?
Dogberry-Truly, by your office you may; but I think, they
that touch pitch will be defiled. The most peaceable way for
you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he
is, and steal out of your company.
Verges-You have been always called a merciful man, part-
ner.
Dogberry-Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; much
more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Verges-If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call
to the nurse, and bid her still it.
Second Watch - How, if the nurse be asleep, and will not
hear it?
Dogberry-Why then, depart in peace, and let the child wake
her with crying; for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when
it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats.
Verges-'Tis very true.
Dogberry-This is the end of the charge. You, constable,
are to present the prince's own person: if you meet the prince
in the night, you may stay him.
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SHAKESPEARE
13229
Dogberry-Five shillings to one on't, with any man that
knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not without the
prince be willing; for indeed, the watch ought to offend no man,
and it is an offense to stay a man against his will.
Verges-By'r lady, I think it be so.
Dogberry-Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good-night: an there
be any matter of weight chances, call up me. Keep your fel-
lows' counsels and your own, and good-night. Come, neighbor.
Second Watch- Well, masters, we hear our charge: let us go
sit here upon the church-bench till two, and then all to bed.
Dogberry-One word more, honest neighbors. I pra
I pray you,
watch about Signior Leonato's door; for the wedding being there
to-morrow, there is a great coil to-night. Adieu; be vigilant, I
beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.
SH
HYLOCK
-
-
SHYLOCK AND ANTONIO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
On the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is a badge of all our tribe.
You called me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help.
Go to, then, you come to me, and you say,
"Shylock, we would have moneys:" you say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: moneys is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
"Hath a dog money? Is it possible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? " or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this? -
"Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
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SHAKESPEARE
13230
Antonio
Shylock-
You called me dog: and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much moneys. "
I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friend; for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.
-
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stained me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of usance for my moneys,
And you'll not hear me. This is kind I offer.
LAUNCELOT AND OLD GOBBO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Scene: Venice. A Street. Enter Launcelot Gobbo.
AUNCELOT Certainly, my
L
conscience will serve me to run
from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and
tempts me, saying to me, "Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good
Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your
legs, take the start, run away. " My conscience says, "No: take
heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo" - or as afore-
said "honest Launcelot Gobbo: do not run; scorn running with
thy heels. " Well, the most contagious fiend bids me pack: "Via! "
says the fiend; "away! " says the fiend: "'fore the heavens, rouse
up a brave mind," says the fiend, "and run. " Well, my con-
science, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to
me, "My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,"
or rather an honest woman's son: for indeed my father did
something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste-
well, my conscience says, "Launcelot, budge not. " "Budge," says
the fiend; "Budge not," says my conscience. Conscience, say I,
you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by
my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who (God
bless the mark! ) is a kind of devil; and to run away from the


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SHAKESPEARE
13231
Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence,
is the Devil himself. Certainly, the Jew is the very Devil incar-
nation; and in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of
hard conscience to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew.
The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my
heels are at your commandment; I will run.
[Going out in haste.
Enter Old Gobbo, with a Basket
Gobbo - Master, young man, you, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
――――
-
Launcelot [aside] — O heavens! this is my true-begotten father,
who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me
not; I will try confusions with him.
Gobbo - Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
Launcelot-Turn up on your right hand at the next turning,
but at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very
next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the
Jew's house.
Gobbo - By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can
you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell
with him or no?
Launcelot - Talk you of young master Launcelot ? - [Aside. ]
Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. -[To him. ] Talk you
of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo - No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father,
though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man; and God be
thanked, well to live.
Launcelot - Well, let his father be what 'a will, we talk of
young master Launcelot.
Gobbo - Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Launcelot But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech
you, talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo-Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.
Launcelot - Ergo, master Launcelot. Talk not of master
Launcelot, father: for the young gentleman (according to fates.
and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such
branches of learning) is indeed deceased; or as you would say,
in plain terms, gone to heaven.