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There you shall find that Portia was the doctor;
shall find, three of your argosies
I am dumb.
Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life and living ;
Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.-
Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
It is almost morning.
am sure, you are not satisfied Of these events at full: Let us go in; And charge us there upon inter’gatories, And we will answer all things faithfully.
EXAMINATION ON ACT V.
1. How many scenes does this act contain? 2. How is this act necessary to the development of the plot ? 3. In what does the beauty of the passage beginning “ How sweet the
moonlight” consist? 4. What other beautiful passages might be quoted from this act ? 5. Which, on the whole, may be considered the finest act in this drama? 6. Quote some particularly fine examples of harmonious versification from
the whole play? 7. Which may be called the leading character in this play? 8. State some of the various points for criticism in a drama. 9. In which of these points does Shakspere more particularly excel? 10. When did the dramatic form of literature first fourish in England?
ON THE SPRING.
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
Fair Venus' train', appear,
And wake the purple year!
The untaught harmony of Spring, While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool zephyrs, through the clear blue sky,
Their gathered fragrance fling.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade ;
O'er-canopies the glade;
(At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!
Still is the toiling hand of care,
The panting herds repose ; Yet hark! how through the peopled air
The busy murmur glows !
2 The nightingale.
1 The Hours, the attributes of Spring, are represented by the poets as adorning Aphrodite (Venus), as she rose from the sea.
The insect youth are on the wing,
And float amid the liquid noon.
Quick glancing to the sun.
To contemplation's sober eye,
Such is the race of Man :
Shall end where they began.
In fortune's varying colours drest,
They leave, in dust to rest.
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
A solitary fly!
No painted plumage to display:
We frolie, while 'tis May.
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watery glade,
Her Henry's holy shadel;
1 King Henry VI. founded Eton College.
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way!
Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade
Ah, fields beloved in vain !
A stranger yet to pain !
blow A momentary bliss bestow,
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
To breathe a second spring.
Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race,
The paths of pleasure trace ;
The captive linnet which enthrall ?
Or urge the flying ball ?
Their murmuring labours ply
To sweeten liberty:
And unknown regions dare descry;
And snatch a fearful joy.
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possessed ; The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast :
Their's buxom health of rosy hue,
And lively cheer, of vigour born.
That fly the approach of morn.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play!
No cares beyond to-day.
And black misfortune's baleful train! Ah, show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey the murderous band !
Ah, tell them they are men!
These shall the fury Passions tear,
The vultures of the mind ; Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,
And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged, comfortless Despair,
And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,
And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' altered eye,
That mocks the tear it forced to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defiled, And moody Madness laughing wild,
Amid severest woe.
Lo! in the vale of years beneath,
A grisly troop are seen,