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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, steel'd
The hearts of men, they muft, perforce, have melted,
And barbarifm itfelf have pitied him.



OME on, Sir-here's the place-ftand ftill.


How fearful 'tis to cast one's The crows and choughs, that

eyes fo low!

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
Almoft too fmall for fight.
That on th' unnumber'd idle
Cannot be heard fo high.

The murmuring furge,
pebbles chafes,

I'll look no more,

Left my brain turn, and the diforder make me
Tumble down headlong.


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́OW, all is hush'd, and still 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 chillnefs to my trembling heart.
Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice-
Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear
Thy voice-my own affrights me with its echoes.




ARK!-the death-denouncing trumpet founds The fatal charge, and fhouts proclaim the onfet, Destruction rushes dreadful to the field,

And bathes itself in blood. Havock, let loofe,
Now, undiftinguish'd, rages all around:
While ruin, feated on her dreary throne,
Sees the plain ftrew'd, with fubjects 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.


The iron wicket, that defends the vault,
Where the long race of Ptolemies is laid,
Burft open-and disclos'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 shaking knees against each other knock'd :
On the cold pavement, down I fell, entranc'd!
And fo, unfinifh'd, left the horrid scene.


VII. ANG er.

EAR me, rafh man; on thy allegiance, hear me.

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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



HA! dare not ?-Thou haft rais'd my pond'rous rage;
And, now, it falls, to crush 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 speak of Mortimer :

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But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear, I'll holla- -Mortimer!
Nay, I will have a ftarling 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 some mischance--
I'd have him poisoned with a pot of ale.


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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.

WOULD curfes kill,

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

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As lean-faced envy in her loathsome 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 curfe and ban:
And, even now, my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curfe them.Poifon be their drink:

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Gall, worse than gall, the daintieft meat they tafte:
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees :
Their faireft profpect, murdering basilisks :
Their fofteft touch, as sharp as viper's teeth :
Their mufic, frightful as the ferpent's his:

And boding screech-owls make the concert full !—
Now, by the ground that I am banished from,
Well could I curfe away a winter's night,
Though ftanding naked on a mountain-top,
And think it but a minute fpent in sport.

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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 reafon ? -I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes; hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? 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 Chriftian example ?– -The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the

why, revenge.


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