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blood gushed from her bosom !-Hassan, 'twas Evelina! such as when she sunk at my feet expiring, while my hand grasped the dagger still crimsoned with her blood!" We meet again this night !" murmured her hollow voice! "Now rush to my arms, but first see what you have made me !— Embrace me, my bridegroom! we must never part again !” -While speaking, her form withered away! the flesh fell from her bones! her eyes burst from their sockets! a skeleton loathsome and meagre clasped me in her mouldering arms! Her infected breath was mingled with mine! her rotten fingers pressed my hand, and my face was covered with her kisses!—Oh, how I trembled with disgust !—And now blue dismal flames gleamed along the wall! the tombs were rent asunder! bands of fierce spectres rushed round me in frantic dance!-Furiously they gnashed their teeth, while they gazed upon me, and shrieked in loud yell— "Welcome, thou fratricide !-Welcome, thou lost for ever!"-Horror burst the bands of sleep; distracted I flew hither but my feelings-words are too weak, too powerless to express them.-Surely this was no idle dream!-'Twas a celestial warning! 'twas my better angel that whispered"Osmond, repent your former crimes! commit not new
Angela!-Oh! at that name all again is calm in my bosom. Hushed by her image my tumultuous passions sink to rest, and my terrors subside into that single fear, her loss! My heart-strings are twisted round the maid, and ere I resign her, those strings must break. If I exist tomorrow night, she shall be mine. If I exist?-Ha! whence that doubt? "We meet again this night!"-so said the spectre !-Dreadful words, be ye blotted from my mind for ever!-Hassan, to your vigilance I leave the care of loved. Fly to me that instant, should any unbidden footstep approach yon chamber-door. I'll go to my couch again. Follow me, Saib, and watch me while I sleep. Then, if you see my limbs convulsed, my hands clinched, my hair bristling, and cold dews trembling on my brow, seize me, rouse me! Snatch me from my bed!-I must not dream again.-O! faithless sleep, why art thou too leagued with my foes? There was a time, when thy presence brought oblivion to my sorrows; when thy poppy-crown was mingled
with roses!-Now, fear and remorse are thy sad companions, and I shudder to see thee approach my couch! Blood trickles from thy garments! snakes writhe around thy brows! thy hand holds the well-known fatal dagger, and plunges it still reeking in my breast!-then do I shriek in agony! then do I start distracted from thy arms! Oh! how I hate thee, sleep! Friend of virtue, oh! how I dread thy coming!LEWIS's Castle Spectre.
21.-HAMLET'S ADVICE TO THE PLAYERS.
SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you; trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-show and noise. Pray you, avoid it.
Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end is-to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to Nature; to show Virtue her own feature, Scorn her own image,—and the very age and body of the Time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone or come tardy off, though it may make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve: the censure of one of which must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, that, neither having the accent of Christian, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity so abominably.
1.-LADY RANDOLPH'S SOLILOQUY, LAMENTING THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND AND CHILD.
YE woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
2.-DOUGLAS'S SOLILOQUY IN THE WOOD.
THIS is the place, the centre of the grove;
Eventful day! how hast thou changed my state!
May Heaven inspire some fierce gigantic Dane
3.-CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well!
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
[Laying his hand on his sword.
Thus I am doubly armed. My death and life,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
4.-HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH.
To be or not to be?-that is the question.-
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
OH that this too too solid flesh would melt,
5.-HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE
WITH HIS UNCLE.