;

Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did fcowl on Richard. No man cried, God fave him!
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home
But duft was thrown upon his facred head;
Which, with fuch gentle forrow, he shook off,
(His face ftill combating with tears and fmiles,
The badges of his grief and patience)

That had not God, for some strong purpose, fteel'd
The hearts of men, they muft, perforce, have melted,
And barbarifm itself have pitied him.

IV. FEAR.

OME on, Sir-here's the place-ftand ftill.-
How fearful 'tis to caft one's eyes fo low!

⚫ The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Shew scarce fo grofs as beetles, Half way down,
Hangs one that gathers famphire-dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than one's head.
The fishermen, that walk upon the beech,
Appear like mice and yon tall anchoring bark,
Seems leffen'd to a cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for fight. The murmuring furge,
That on th' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard fo high. I'll look no more,
Left my brain turn, and the diforder make me
Tumble down headlong.

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FEAR.

NOW

OW, all is hufh'd, and ftill as death.
How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof,
By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable,
Looking tranquillity! It ftrikes an awe
And terror on my aking fight. The tombs,
And monumental caves of death look cold,
And fhoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice-
Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear
Thy voice-my own affrights me with its echoes.

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VI. HORR o r.

H

"ARK !—the death-denouncing trumpet founds
The fatal charge, and fhouts proclaim the onset,
Destruction rushes dreadful to the field,
And bathes itself in blood. Havock, let loofe,
Now, undiftinguifh'd, rages all around:
While ruin, feated on her dreary throne,
Sees the plain ftrew'd, with subjects truly hers,
Breathlefs and cold.

LAST night, between the hours of twelve and one,
In a lone ifle o'the temple while I walk'd,
A whirlwind rofe, that, with a violent blast,
Shook all the dome. The doors around me clapt.

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The

The iron wicket, that defends the vault,
Where the long race of Ptolemies is laid,
Burft open and difclos'd the mighty dead.
From out each monument, in order plac'd,
An armed ghoft ftarts up. A peal of groans
Then follow'd; and a lamentable voice
Cry'd-" Egypt is no more."-My blood ran back;
My fhaking knees against each other knock'd:
On the cold pavement, down I fell, entranc'd!
And fo, unfinifh'd, left the horrid fcene.

H

EAR me, rash man; on thy allegiance, hear me. Since thou haft ftriven to make us break our vow, Which, nor our nature, nor our place can bear, We banish thee for ever from our fight

And kingdom. If, when three days are expir'd,
Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions,
That moment is thy death-Away!

HA dare not ?-Thou haft rais'd my pond'rous rage; And, now, it falls, to crufh thee at a blow.

A guard there!-Seize, and drag him to his fate.
Tyrant, I'll do a double juftice on thee;
At once, revenge myself, and all mankind.

These fame noble Scots, that are my prifoners-
I'll keep them all- I will -that's flat..
He faid, he would not ranfom Mortimer;
Forbade my tongue to fpeak of Mortimer

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But I will find him when he lies asleep,

-Mortimer!

And in his ear, I'll holla-
Nay, I will have a starling taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him
To keep his anger ftill in motion.

All ftudies, here, I folemnly defy,

Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke.
And that fame fword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
But that I think his father loves him not,
And would be glad he met with fome mifchance--
I'd have him poifoned with a pot of ale.

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WOULD curfes kill,

I would invent as bitter fearching terms,
LAs curft, as harfh, as horrible to hear,
Delivered ftrongly through my fixed teeth,
-With full as many figns of deadly hate,

As lean-faced envy in her loathfome cave.
My tongue should stumble in my earnest words;
'My eyes fhould fparkle, like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, like one distract:
Ay, every joint fhould feem to curse and ban :
And, even now, my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curfe them.Poifon be their drink:

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VIII. EXECRATION.

CURS

YURS'D: be your fenate: curs'd your conftitution:
The curfe of growing factions and divifions,
Still vex your councils, fhake your public fafety,
And make the robes of government you wear,
Hateful to you
as thefe bafe chains to me.

Gall,

Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste:
Their fweetest fhade, a grove of cypress trees:
Their faireft profpect, murdering bafilifks:
Their softest touch, as sharp as viper's teeth :
Their mufic, frightful as the serpent's his:
And boding fcreech-owls make the concert full !-
Now, by the ground that I am banished from,
Well could I curfe away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain-top,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

IX.

REVENGE.

I'

F it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my loffes, mocked at my gains, fcorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason ? -I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes; hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, fenfes, affections, passions ? Is he not fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, healed by the fame means, warmed and cooled by the fame winter and fummer, as a Chriftian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and, if you wrong us-shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the reft, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?-Revenge. If a Chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by Christian example ?— why, revenge.The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the inftruction.