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? 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 cruelty and envy of the people, Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; I had feared death, of all the men i' the world Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast 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, 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 My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: 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, 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, Cor. ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome; To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those, that shall, 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! Which like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold THE GOODNESS OF THE DEITY. 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 |