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Cor. Follow your function, go!

And batten on cold bits.

(Pushes him away.)

3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here.

2 Serv.

3 Serv.

And I shall.

Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

3 Serv. Under the canopy?

Cor. Aye.

3 Serv. Where's that?

Cor. In the city of kites and crows.

(Exit..)

3 Serv. In the city of kites and crows! What an

ass it is!

Then thou dwellest with daws too?

Cor. No, I serve not thy master.

Hence!

(Beats him away.)

Enter AUFIDIUS and the second Servant.

Auf. Where is this fellow?

2 Serv, Here, Sir, I'd have beaten him like a dog; but for disturbing the Lords within.

Auf. Whence comest thou? what would'st thou? Thy name?

If, Tullus

Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name?
Cor.
(Unmuffling.
Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity

Commands me name myself.

Auf.

What's thy name?

(Servants retire.

Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscian's ears, And harsh in sound to thine.

Auf. Say, what's thy name? Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in it; though thy tackle's torn, Thou shew'st a noble vessel: What's thy name? Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: knowest thou me yet?

Auf. I know thee not:-thy name?

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may

My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that surname; a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou should'st bear me: only that name re-
mains;

The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who

Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to save my life; for if

I had feared death, of all the men i' the world
I would have 'voided thee: But in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,

Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge.

Thine own particular wrongs, and stop these maims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight,

And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove

As benefits to thee; for I will fight

Against my canker'd country with the spleen

Of all the under fiends. But if so be

Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou art tired, then, in a word, I am also
Longer to live most weary, and present

My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice:
Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool;
Since I have ever followed thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.

Auf.

O, Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my

heart

A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say,

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'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee,
All-noble Marcius- -O let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash a hundred times hath broke,
And scared the moon with splinters! Here I clip
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly as with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did

Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath: but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm for it: Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dream't of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each others throat,
And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'erbeat. O come, go in,
And take our friendly Senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

Cor.
You bless me, gods!
Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commission; and set down,-
As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st
Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own

ways:

Whether to knock against the gates of Rome;
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:

Let me commend thee first to those, that shall,
Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
And more a friend than e'er an enemy;

Yet, Martius, that was much.

Your hand! Most

Welcome!

(Exeunt.

MARK ANTONY'S ADDRESS TO THE DEAD BODY

OF CESAR.

SHAKSPEARE.

O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-

Which like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue;-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quartered by the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
And Cæsar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry, Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war!

THE GOODNESS OF THE DEITY.
PALEY.

The proof of the divine Goodness, rests upon two propositions, each capable of being sustained by observations drawn from the appearances of nature.

The first is "that in a vast plurality of instances, in which contrivance is perceived, the design of the contrivance is beneficial.

The second "that the Deity has superadded pleasure to animal sensations, beyond what was neces sary for any other purpose; or, when the purpose, so far as it was necessary, might have been effected by the operation of pain.

First, No productions of nature display contrivance so manifestly as the parts of animals: and the parts of animals, have, I believe, universally, a real, and, with very few exceptions, a known and intelligent, subserviency to the use of the animal. Now, when the multitude of animals is considered, the number of parts in each, their figure and fitness, the faculties depending upon them, the variety of species, the complexity of structure, we can never reflect, without the profoundest adoration, upon the charac ter of that Being from whom all these things have proceeded: we cannot help acknowledging what an exertion of benevolence creation was, how minute in its care, how vast in its comprehension.

When we appeal to the parts and faculties of animals, we state, I conceive, the proper medium of proof for the conclusion which we wish to establish. The benevolence of the Deity, can only be considered in relation to sensitive being. The parts therefore, especially the limbs and senses, of animals, although they constitute in mass and quantity, a small portion of the material creation, yet, since they alone are instruments of perception, they compose the whole of visible nature estimated with a view to the disposition of its Author. Consequently, it is by these that we are to prove, that the world was made with a benevolent design.

Nor is the design abortive. It is, after all, a happy world. The air, the earth, the water teem with delighted existence.

In a spring noon, or a summer evening on which ever side I turn my eyes, myriads of happy beings crowd upon my view. "The insect youth are on the wing." Swarms of new born flies are trying their pinions in the air. Their sportive motions, their wanton images, their gratuitous activity, their con

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