May quite as well be kindly done, Dentatus, Declared your discontents, the more you had rail'd Den. Had I thought App. And have you been campaigning then so long, And prosperously? and mistrust you, Sicinius, That a young scarless soldier, like myself, Would listen to your tutoring? See, now, How much you have mistaken me! Dentatus, In a word-Can you assist the generals; And will you? Den. I have all the will-but as For the ability— App. Tut! Tut! Dentatus, You vex me now! This coyness sits not well on you. You know as well as I, you have as much Ability as will. I would not think you A man that loved to find fault, but to find fault! Surely the evil you complain of, you Would lend a hand to remedy! See, now 'Tis fairly put to you-what say you? Den. Appius! You may use me as you please. App. And that will be, As you deserve! I'll send you, as my Legate, A lucky omen that! Away! Away! Den. Success is from The gods; whose hand soe'er it pleases them "Tis Appius' wish they send; but this I know I am a soldier; and, as a soldier, I Am bound to serve. All the success I ask, [Exit Dentatus. App. You have served her overlong! (aside.) Now for our causes. Scene-THE CAMP. Enter S. OPPIUS and Q. F. VIBULANUS. Opp. Has he set out? Vibul. He has, my Oppius, And never to return! His guard's instructed Report are they instructed to bring back? Or Vibul. They fell into an ambush.—He was slain. Vibul. Well, That be our choice. But when it is determined To spill blood otherwise than as it may Be spill'd, to hesitate about some drops Is weakness may be fatal. From Virginius. THE VAIN BRIDE Julia. An ample fortune, Helen-I shall be A happy wife! What routs, what balls, what masques, What gala days! Clifford (aside). For these she marries me! She'll talk of these! Julia. Think not, when I am wed, I'll keep the house as owlet does her tower, Clifford. Ay, lady? Trust me, not at my expense. Julia. And what a wardrobe! I'll have change of suits For every day in the year! and sets for days! My morning dress, my noon dress, dinner dress, I'll speedily bespeak it. Diamonds too! Clifford (aside). Then shine away; Shall show how I am spoused! I will be known Not perishable knight! who, when he makes Clifford (coming forward). Most true. Clifford. By chance, and not intent. Your speech was forced upon mine ear, that ne'er Would for that heart it ne'er had known the sense I had been blest to see thee scatter it, Clifford. I do! On Monday week, We were to wed, and are, so you're content Julia. And do you carry it so proudly, Sir? Take Clifford. Proudly, but still more sorrowfully, Lady! I'll lead thee to the church on Monday week. Till then, farewell! and then,-farewell for ever! O Julia, I have ventured for thy love, As the bold merchant, who, for only hope Of some rich gain, all former gains will risk. I perill'd all my own; and now, all's lost! From The Hunchback. THE PLEASURES OF THE CHASE. Constance (courtesying). What delight To back the flying steed, that challenges The wind for speed!-seems native more of air Than earth!-whose burden only lends him fire!Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport! Who makes your pastime his! I sit him now! He takes away my breath!-He makes me reel! I touch not earth-I see not-hear not-All Is ecstacy of motion! Wildrake. You are used, I see, to the chase. Constance. I am, Sir! Then the leap To see the saucy barrier, and know The mettle that can clear it! Then your time To prove you master of the manage. Now You keep him well together for a space, Both horse and rider braced as you were one, Light as a bird on wing. Wildrake. "Twere a bold leap, I see, that turn'd you, Madam. Constance (courtesying). Sir, you're good! And then the hounds, Sir! Nothing I admire Beyond the running of the well-train'd pack. The training's every thing! Keen on the scent! Wildrake. You describe The huntsman's pastime to the life! To wood and glen, hamlet and town, it is But's then alive!-Footmen with horsemen vie, Of vigour, health, and joy!—Cheer awakes cheer, From The Love Chase. FROM WILLIAM TELL. Tell. Could I find Something to tear-to rend were worth it-something It ministers to his most needful want: The wolf go free for Gesler! I would let |