It is a sign your reputation is small and sinking, if your own tongues must be your flatterers and commenders; and it is a fulsome and unpleasing thing for others to hear it.

25. Abhor all foul, unclean, and obscene speeches; it it a sign that the heart is corrupt; and such kind of speeches will make it worse; it will taint and corrupt yourselves and those who hear it, and bring disreputation on those who use it.

26. Never use any profane speeches, nor make jests of scripture expressions. When you use the names of God or Christ, or any passages or words of the holy scripture, use them with reverence and seriousness, and not lightly or scurrilously, for it is taking the name of God in vain.

27. If you hear any unseemly expressions used in religious exercises, you must be careful to forget and not to publish them; or if you at all mention them, let it be with pity and sorrow, not with derision or reproach.

BRUTUS' SPEECH ON THE DEATH OF CESAR.

ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, AND LOVERS,

HEAR me, for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me, for mine honor; and have respect for mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me, in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.

2. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his. If then, that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

3. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen ? As Cesar loved me, Ι weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.

4. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. Who's here base, that he would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him fended.

5. Who's here so rude, that he would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who's here so vile, that he will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

6. None? Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Brutus. And as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I reserve the same dagger for myself, whenever it shall please my country to need my death.

ANTONY'S SPEECH OVER THE BODY OF cesar.

FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN,

LEND me your ears.

I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do, lives after them:
The good is oft interred with their bones:
So let it be with Cesar!

2. Noble Brutus

Hath told you Cesar was ambitious,

If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cesar answer'd it.
Here under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men)
Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral-

3. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitiouз;

And Brutus is an honorable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:

Did this in Cesar seem ambitious?

4. When that the poor bath cried, Cesar bath wept ! Ambition should be made of sterner stuff,

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And Brutus is an honorable man.

5. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,

I thrice presented him a kingly crown;

Which he did thrice refuse: Was this ambition?

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Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And sure he is an honorable man.

6. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke: But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once; not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

7. Bear with me:

My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar;
And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday, the word of Cesar might
Have stood against the world! now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

8. O masters! If I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and, Cassius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honorable men.

I will not do them wrong-I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.

9. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar I found it in his closet: 'tis his will.

Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)
And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood-

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

Unto their issue.

10. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now, You all do know this mantle: I remember

The first time ever Cesar put it on;

'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,

The day he overcame the Nervii

Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through-
See what a rent the envious Casca made-
Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it!

11. This, this was the unkindest cut of all.
For when the noble Cesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him! Then burst his mighty heart,
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
E'en at the base of Pompey's statue,
(Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell!
12. O what a fall was there, my countrymen
Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down;
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity! These are gracious drops.
Kind souls! What, weep you when you but behold
Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here !→→→
Here is himself-marr'd, as you see, by traitors.

13. Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!

They that have done this deed are honourable !
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it! They are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reason answer you.

14. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts! I am no orator, as Brutus is;

But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man,
That love my friend-and that they know full well,
That gave me public leave to speak of him!
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech,
To stir men's blood.

15. I only speak right on,

I tell you that which you yourselves do know

Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

ROLLA AND ALONZO.

Enter Rolla disguised as a monk.

Rolla. INFORM me friend, is Alonzo, the Peruvian, confined in this dungeon?

Sent. He is.

Rol. I must speak with him.
Sent. You must not.

Rol. He is my friend.

Sent. Not if he were your brother.
Rol. What is to be his fate?

Sent. He dies at sunrise.

Rol. Ha! then I am come in time

Sent. Just to witness his death.

Rol. (Advancing towards the door.) Soldier-I must speak with him.

Sent. (Pushing him back with his gun.) Back! back! it is impossible.

Rol. I do intreat you but for one moment.

Sent. You intreat in vain-my orders are most strict. Rol. Look on this wedge of massy gold! Look on these precious gems. In thine hand they will be wealth for thee and thine, beyond thy hope or wish. Take them, they are thine. Let me but pass one moment with Alonzo.

Sent. Away! Wouldst thou corrupt me? Me, an old Castilian!- -I know my duty better.

Rol. Soldier! hast thou a wife?

Sent. I have.

Rol. Hast thou children?

Sent. Four, honest, lovely boys.

Rol. Where didst thou leave them?

Sent. In my native village, in the very cot where I was born.

Rol. Dost thou love thy wife and children?

Sent. Do I love them! God knows my heart-I do. Rol. Soldier! Imagine thou wert doomed to die a cruel death in a strange land-What would be thy last request?