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It is a sign your reputation is small and sinking, if your own tongues must be your flatterers and commenders; and it is a fulsome and unpleasing thing for others to hear it.
25. Abhor all foul, unclean, and obscene speeches; it it a sign that the heart is corrupt; and such kind of speeches will make it worse; it will taint and corrupt yourselves and those who hear it, and bring disreputation on those who use it.
26. Never use any profane speeches, nor make jests of scripture expressions. When you use the names of God or Christ, or any passages or words of the holy scripture, use them with reverence and seriousness, and not lightly or scurrilously, for it is taking the name of God in vain.
27. If you hear any unseemly expressions used in religious exercises, you must be careful to forget and not to publish them; or if you at all mention them, let it be with pity and sorrow, not with derision or reproach.
BRUTUS' SPEECH ON THE DEATH OF CESAR.
ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, AND LOVERS,
HEAR me, for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me, for mine honor; and have respect for mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me, in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
2. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his. If then, that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
3. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen ? As Cesar loved me, Ι weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
4. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. Who's here base, that he would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him fended.
5. Who's here so rude, that he would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have. I offended. Who's here so vile, that he will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I
for a reply.6. None? Then none have I oftended. I have done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Brutus. And as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I reserve the same dagger for myself, whenever it shall please my country to need
ANTONY'S SPEECH OVER THE BODY OF CESAR.
FRIENDS, Romans, COUNTRYMEN,
LEND me your ears.
2. Noble Brutus
3. He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
4. When that the poor bath cried, Cesar bath wept !
5. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
6. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke:
7. Bear with me:
8. O masters! If I were dispos’d to stir
9. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar;
10. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now,
11. This, this was the unkindest cut of all.
13. Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
They that have done this deed are honourable !
14. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts! I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man,
15. I only speak right on,
I tell you that which you yourselves do know
Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths,
ROLLA AND ALONZO.
Enter Rolla disguised as a monk.
Rolla. INFORM me friend, is Alonzo, the Peruvian, confined in this dungeon?
Sent. He is.
Rol. I must speak with him.
Rol. He is my friend.
Sent. Not if he were your brother.
Sent. He dies at sunrise.
Rol. Ha! then I am come in time
Sent. Just to witness his death.
Rol. (Advancing towards the door.) Soldier-I must speak with him.
Sent. (Pushing him back with his gun.) Back! back! it is impossible.
Rol. I do intreat you but for one moment.
Sent. You intreat in vain-my orders are most strict. Rol. Look on this wedge of massy gold! Look on these precious gems. In thine hand they will be wealth for thee and thine, beyond thy hope or wish. Take them, they are thine. Let me but pass one moment with Alonzo.
Sent. Away! Wouldst thou corrupt me? Me, an old Castilian!- -I know my duty better.
Rol. Soldier! hast thou a wife?
Sent. I have.
Rol. Hast thou children?
Sent. Four, honest, lovely boys.
Rol. Where didst thou leave them?
Sent. In my native village, in the very cot where I was born.
Rol. Dost thou love thy wife and children?
Sent. Do I love them! God knows my heart-I do. Rol. Soldier! Imagine thou wert doomed to die a cruel death in a strange land-What would be thy last request?