Namancos, near Cape the south-west coast of France. of the whale tribe. Where the great vision of the guarded mount Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, 165 Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; * Anon, soon, quickly. And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: Tricks, adorns. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, * * Where, other groves and other streams along, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and While the still morn went out with sandals gray; At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : 175 180 185 190 CHARACTER.-Shakspeare. GOOD name, in man and woman, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. KING JOHN,* ACT IV. SCENE I.-Shakspeare. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE (1564-1616) the greatest of dramatic poets, and the greatest name in our literature, was born at Stratford-on-Avon, Warwickshire. He became a player in London, and afterwards the manager of a theatre. Before his death he retired with a competence to his native place. His works consist of thirty-seven plays, two poems, and a collection of sonnets. Among the plays may be mentioned such masterpieces as Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear, King John, A Midsummer's Night's Dream, Henry VIII., The Tempest, &c. Enter HUBERT and Two ATTENDANTS. Hub. HEAT me these irons hot; and look thou stand* Within the arras,* when I strike my foot 5 Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. ΙΟ look Hub. Uncleanly scruples !*_Fear not you: Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. * Mercy on me! Arth. 20 Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ? 25 No indeed is't not; And I would to heaven * I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Look thou stand, take care to stand. Arras, tapestry, embroidered curtains or hangings representing sometimes battles, or the figures of men, birds, beasts, &c, used formerly to cover the walls of mansions. First manufactured at Arras, a town in France. Warrant, written authority. Bear out the deed, free the doer from all blame. Uncleanly scruples, foolish fears or doubts. Exeunt, a Latin word meaning to go out. Methinks, it seems to me. Wantonness, sport, amusement, playful ness. Christendom, that part of the world which acknowledges the Christian faith. King John was the younger brother of Geffrey, the third son of Henry II. There fore, according to law, Geffrey's son, Arthur, had a better claim to the crown than his uncle. John knowing this, and fearing a rebellion in favour of his nephew, was anxious to get rid of him. Hub. [Aside.] If I talk to him, with his innocent * Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day; Hub. [Aside.] His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. 30 [Showing a paper. 35 Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Arth. Hub. And will you? 40 And I will. 45 Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought* it me,) And I did never ask it you again. Lack, to want, to require, to be without. What good love, what good action. Crafty, cunning, artful, deceitful.' And with my hand, at midnight, held your head; 50 55 60 Heat, heated. Approaching, coming near. Indignation, anger, wrath. So much as frown upon you? I have sworn to do it; 65 Hub. And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it * Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of my innocence: 70 But for containing fire to harm mine eye. Hub. Come forth! * but No tongue, the expression," I would have be [Stamps. lieved," is under Re-enter ATTENDANTS with cords, irons, &c. Arth. O save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are 80 Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. I will not stir, nor wince,* nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, 90 Whatever torment you do put me to. Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 100 105 Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. O heaven! that there were but a mote* in None, but to lose your eyes, [yours, * A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, stood to come before these words. Tarre him on, encourage him to fight, to excite, to provoke. Mercy-lacking, merciless, pitiless. Arth. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with 115 grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd extremes: See else yourself. The breath of heav'n hath blown his spirit out, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine Owes, possesses, For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : * Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, With this same very iron to burn them out. 120 125 130 Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while 135 You were disguised.* Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu! Arth. O heaven !-I thank you, Hubert. Much danger do I undergo * for thee. A FAREWELL.-Kingsley. 140 [Exeunt. 145 My gentle child, I have no song to give you ; Be good, sweet child, and let who will be clever; 5 * |