largely to the differences of temperament, considerable latitude may be allowed for "individuality" in the rendering of many of the following passages : Abstraction: To be, or not to be, that is the question : Hamlet, Act III., Sc. 1. Shakespeare. Admiration : What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals ! Hamlet, Act II., Sc. 2. Adoration: Thou art, O God! the life and light Sacred Songs. Id. Moore. Advice: Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee : * * * Be just, and fear not; Henry VIII., Act III., Sc. 2. Affection: Rise, my children, Shakespeare. For ye are mine,-mine both, and in your sweet Agony: Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur, Oh, Desdemona! Desdemona! dead! dead! oh! oh! Othello, Act III., Sc. 5. Shakespeare. Amazement: Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! Hamlet, Act III., Sc. 1. Ambition: I'd rack thee, though I knew Parrhasius. Anger: If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed ; Othello, Act III., Sc. 3. Anxiety: Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, Id. Willis. Shakespeare. And 't is not done. The attempt and not the deed My father as he slept, I had done 't. - My husband ! Id. Apparition: Is this a dagger which I see before me, Macbeth, Act II., Sc. 1. Id. Appeal: Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Julius Cæsar, Act III., Sc. 2. Id. Arrogance: I have no brother, I am like no brother : * * * Richard III. [French's Edition], Act II., Sc. 3. Assertion: [Richelieu.] This is scandalous, Shaming your birth and blood. I tell you, sir, Assent: [De Mauprat.] With all my heart, My lord. Where shall I borrow, then, the money? Richelieu, Act I., Sc. 2. Id. Bulwer. Authority: Mark where she stands !-around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn church! Set but a foot within that holy ground, And on the head-yea, though it wore a crown I launch the curse of Rome! Id., Act IV., Sc. 2. Id. Awe: Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds ; Creation sleeps ! Night Thoughts. Young. Braggart: I am a rogue if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by a miracle. Henry IV., Pt. II., Act II., Sc. 4. Shakespeare. Boasting: Ah! were I younger-by the knightly heart Richelieu, Act II., Sc. 2. Caution: Silence; no more; go closely in with me, King John, Act IV., Sc. 1. Bulwer. Shakespeare. Chagrin: Why was I raised the meteor of the world, All for Love, Act I. Cogitation : I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father, Hamlet, Act. II., Sc. 2. Dryden. Shakespeare. Courage: "Art thou a friend to Roderick?” “No!" "Thou darest not call thyself a foe?"- He brings to aid his murderous hand." Lady of the Lake, Canto IV. Command: The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Henry V., Act III., Sc. 1. Scott. Shakespeare. Contempt: Hence! rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments ! Coriolanus, Act III., Sc. 1. Id. Defiance: Avaunt! my name is Richelieu-I defy thee ! Richelieu, Act V., Sc. 2. Bulwer. Defiant Address: Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ! That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance To yonder gates ? through them I mean to pass, Paradise Lost, Book II. Milton. Defiant Reply : Back to thy punishment, False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings; Thy lingering; or with one stroke of this dart Paradise Lost, Book II. Milton. Derision: What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death ! Richard III., Act I., Sc. 3. [Play Edition: Arranged by Gibbon.] Despair: He is in the mighty deep. more. Shakespeare. Men are no Help! help! he shouts incessantly. Nothing in the horizon, nothing in the sky. He implores the blue vault, the waves, the rocks; all are deaf. He supplicates the tempest: the impenetrable tempest obeys only the Infinite. He yields to despair, and he is rolled away into the dismal depths of the abyss forever. Despair. Victor Hugo. Disdain: I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. Merchant of Venice, Act I., Sc. 1. Ecstasy: Her eyes in heaven Shakespeare. Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night. Romeo and Juliet, Act II., Sc. 2. Entreaty: Oh father-if you let me call you so- Dora. Or William, or this child; but now I come Id. Tennyson. |