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Assailed me. Then I had no hopes of life.
King. Now by my sceptre and my sword I swear
Could not command a more implicit faith
Than thou from me hast gained. What thinkest thou, Hamet,
And never yet could guilt that tone assume.
I take my leave, impatient to return,
And satisfy my friends that this brave youth
Was not the aggressor.―
King. I expect no less from generous Hamet. [Exit HAMET
For much I long to know, what is thy name?
Youth. Alberto is my name. I draw my birth
But ever since I can remember aught,
Before the truce was made, to join the host.
King. Thou art a prodigy, and fillest my mind
Like that bright bow the hand of the Most High
7.-ALFRED AND DEVON RETURNED SUCCESSFUL.
Alf. My friend returned !
O welcome, welcome! but what happy tidings
Dev. My liege,
Your troops have been successful.-But to Heaven
Alf. How was it, noble Devon?
Dev. You know my castle is not hence far distant. Thither I sped; and, in a Danish habit, The trenches passing, by a secret way Known to myself alone, emerged at once Amid my joyful soldiers. There I found A generous few, the veteran, hardy gleanings Of many a hapless fight. They with a fierce Heroic fire inspirited each other; Resolved on death, disdaining to survive Their dearest country." If we fall," I cried, "Let us not tamely fall like cowards! "No: let us live-or let us die, like men! "Come on, my friends: to Alfred we will cut "Our glorious way; or, as we nobly perish, "Will offer to the genius of our country "Whole hecatombs of Danes."-As if one soul Had moved them all, around their heads they flashed Their flaming falchions-" Lead us to those Danes! "Our country!—vengeance !”— '—was the general cry. Straight on the careless drowsy camp we rushed, And rapid, as the flame devours the stubble,
Bore down the heartless Danes. With this success
With twice six hundred Danes around him strewed.
But where, my noble cousin, are the rest
Dev. On t'other side the stream,
That half encloses this retreat, I left them.
The spirit of our ancestors is up,
The spirit of the free! and with a voice
That breathes success, they all demand their king.
Alf. Quick let us join them, and improve their ardour. We cannot be too hasty to secure
The glances of occasion.
8.—THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Bru. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man in all this world,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Bru. I say, you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas, Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus;
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not!
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me was that done like Cassius?
Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not:-he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived my heart;
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;