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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 :
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them ?

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
Of all this wondrous world we see ;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee !
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine !

Sacred Songs.

Id.

Moore.

Advice: Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition :

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Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee :

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Be just, and fear not;
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's.

Henry VIII., Act III., Sc. 2.

Affection:

Rise, my children,

Shakespeare.

For ye are mine,-mine both, and in your sweet

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Agony: Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur,
Wash me in steep down gulphs of liquid fire-

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
A thousand lives were perishing in thine !
What were ten thousand to a fame like mine!

Parrhasius.

Anger: If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse ;
On horror's head horrors accumulate.

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed ;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

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
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled

My father as he slept, I had done 't. - My husband !
Macbeth, Act III., Sc. 2.

Id.

Apparition: Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ?-Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still !

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 :
I am myself alone.

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Richard III. [French's Edition], Act II., Sc. 3.

Assertion: [Richelieu.]

This is scandalous,

Shaming your birth and blood. I tell you, sir,
That you must pay your debts.

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
That beats beneath these priestly robes, I would
Have pastime with these cut-throats!

Richelieu, Act II., Sc. 2.

Caution: Silence; no more; go closely in with me,
Much danger do I undergo for thee.

King John, Act IV., Sc. 1.

Bulwer.

Shakespeare.

Chagrin: Why was I raised the meteor of the world,
Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travel'd,
Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward,
To be trod out by Cæsar ?

All for Love, Act I.

Cogitation :

I'll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father,
Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick; if he but blanch,
I know my course.

Hamlet, Act. II., Sc. 2.

Dryden.

Shakespeare.

Courage: "Art thou a friend to Roderick?” “No!"

"Thou darest not call thyself a foe?"-
"I dare! to him and all the band

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,
Cry-God for Harry! England ! and Saint George !

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
Thy miscreated front athwart my way

To yonder gates ? through them I mean to pass,
That be assured, without leave ask'd of thee :
Retire or taste thy folly; and learn by proof,
Hell-born! not to contend with spirits of Heaven.

Paradise Lost, Book II.

Milton.

Defiant Reply :

Back to thy punishment,

False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings;
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue

Thy lingering; or with one stroke of this dart
Strange horrors seize thee, and pangs unfelt before !

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-
I never came a-begging for myself,

Dora.

Or William, or this child; but now I come
For Dora; take her back; she loves thee well.

Id.

Tennyson.

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