20 “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.”

“ Bold words !--but, though the beast of game 25 The privilege of chase may claim,

Though space and law the stag we lend,
Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend,
Who ever reck’d, where, how, or when,

The prowling fox was trapp'd orslain?
30 Thus treacherous scouts,—yet sure they lie,
Who
say

thou camest a secret spy !"
“They do, by heaven !-Come Roderick Dhu,
And of his clan the boldest two,

And let me but till morning rest,
35 I write the falsehood on their crest.”-

If by the blaze I mark aright,
Thou bear’st the belt and spur of Knight.”

Then, by these tokens may'st thou know,

Each proud oppressor's mortal foe.”— 40 “Enough, enough ; sit down and share A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare.”

Scott.

45. Address to the Mummy. 1 And thou hast walk'd about (how strange a story!)

In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory,

And time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous,

Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
2 Speak! for thou long enough hast acted Dummy,

Thou hast a tongue-come, let us hear its tune :
Thou'rt standing on thy legs, above ground, Mummy!

Revisiting the glimpses of the moon,
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures,

But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. 3 Tell us--for doubtless thou canst recollect,

To whom should we assign the sphinx's fame?
Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect

Of either Pyramid that bears his name?
Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer !

Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer ? 4 Perhaps thou wert a Mason, and forbidden

By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade;
Then say what secret melody was hidden

In Memnon's statue which at sunrise played ?
Perhaps thou wert a Priest-if so, my struggles

Are vain ;-Egyptian priests ne'er own'd their juggles. 5 Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat,

Has hob-a-nobb’d with Pharaoh glass to glass;
Or dropp'd a halfpenny in Homer's hat,

Or doft'd thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
Or held, by Solomon's own invitation,

A torch at the great Temple’s dedication.
6 I need not ask thee if that hand, when arm’d,

Has any Roman soldier mauld and knuckled,
For thou wert dead, and buried, and embalm’d,

Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled :-
Antiquity appears to have begun
Long after thy primeval race was run.
Since first thy form was in this box extended,

We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations;
The Roman empire has begun and ended ;

New worlds have risen-we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled,

While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled. 8 Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head, When the

great
Persian

conqueror, Cambyses, March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread,

O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis,
And shook the Pyramids with fear and wonder,

When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder ? 9 If the tomb's secrets may not be confess'd,

The nature of thy private-life unfold :-
A heart has throbb'd beneath that leathern breast,

And tears adown that dusky cheek have rollid ;

Have children climb'd those knees, and kissd that face?

What was thy name and station, age and race ? 10 Statue of flesh-immortal of the dead !

Imperishable type of evanescence !
Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed,

And standest undecayed within our presence,
Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning,
When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
Why should this worthless tegument endure,

If its undying guest be lost forever ?
O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure

In living virtue; that when both must sever,
Although corruption may our frame consume,
Th' immortal spirit in the skies may bloom.

46. Othello and Iago.
Iago. My noble lord
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago ?

Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love? 5 Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought ;
No further harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. 10 Oth. O yes; and went between us very oft.

Iago. Indeed?
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :--Discern'st thou aught in

that?
Is he not honest ?
15 Iago. Honest, my lord ?

honest.
Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Oth. What dost thou think?

Iago. Think, my lord ? 20 Oth. Think, my lord ? Why, thou dost echo me,

As if there were some monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something;

Oth. Ay,

40

I heard thee say but now, “Thou lik’dst not that,".

When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? 25 And when I told thee, he was of my counsel

In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, “Indeed ?'
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain

Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, 30 Show me thy thought.

Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think, thou dost :
And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty,

And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, 35 Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more :

For such things, in a false, disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close denotements working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.

Iago. For Michael Cassio,
I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.

Oth. I think so too.

Iago. Men should be what they seem ; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none ! 45 Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.

Iago. Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man.

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this :
I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts 50 The worst of words.

Iago. Good my lord, pardon me;
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.

Utter my thoughts?—Why, say, they are vile and false ? 55

As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets, and law-days, and in sessions sit
With meditations lawful ?

Shakspeare.

47. Macduff
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not.
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

Mal. I know him now. Pray heaven, betimes remove 5 The means that makes us strangers !

Rosse. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

Rosse. Alas, poor country!

Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 10 Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing,

But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ;
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air,
Are made, not marked: where violent sorrow seems

A modern ecstasy ; the dead man's knell 15 Is there scarce asked, for whom ; and good men's lives

Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying, or e'er they sicken.

Macd. O, relation,

Too nice, and yet too true ! 20 Mal. What is the newest grief?

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new one.

Macd. How does my wife ?

Rosse. Why, well. 25

Macd. And all my children?
Rosse. Well too.
Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace ?
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave

them.

Mucd. Be not a niggard of your speech; how goes it ? 30 Rosse.

I have words,
That would be howled out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.

Macd. What concern they?

The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief, 35 Due to some single breast ?

Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.