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By that sin fell the angels; how can man then
(Thof the image of his Maker) hope to win by it?
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that wait thee.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, o Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king-
And prithee lead me in-
There take an inventory of all I have;
To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe,
And my integrity to Heav'n, is all
I dare to call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but served my God with half the zeal,
I serv,d my king, he would not in my age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Crom. Good Sir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewell. The hopes of court! My hopes in Heaven do dwell.

Tbe quarrel of BRUTUS and Cassius Cas. "HAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this,

You have condemded and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardinians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) was slighted of.

Bru. You, wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence shall bear its comment.

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm !
You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
Or, be assured, this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honor this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March ; the Ides of March remember, Did pot great Julius Bleed for justice sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,


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And not for Justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with these bribes?
And sell the mighty meed of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I would rather be a dog, and bay the moone.
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me.
I'll not endure it; you forgot yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To Make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more: I shall förget myself --
Have mind upon your health---tempt me no farther.

Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is it possible?
Bru. Hear me,

for { will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Cas. Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this? ay inore. Fret till your proud heart
Go tell your servants how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch,
Under your testy humour? Be assured,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Tho it do split you; for, from this day forth,
l'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspishi.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier.
Let it appearso; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For my own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way---you wrong me, Bru-
I said an elder soldier, not a better:

(tus, Did I say a better?

Bru, If you did, I care not.


C.1s. 'I ben Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me.--Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him ---Cas. I durst not? - Bru. No,

Cas. What! durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.

Cns. Do not presume too much upon my love; 1. may do what I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done what you shall be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassiusin your threats;
For I am arm's so strong in lionesis',
That they pass by me as ihe idle wind,
Which I re pect not.

I did send to you
Forcertain sums of gold, which you denied me,
For I can rai e no money by vile means.
15heaven, I had rather coin iny heart,
17!! drop ory bioor or drachmas, than to wring,
From the hard land of peasants, their vile trash,
y any indirection. I did send

gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me; was that done like Cassius?
Should I have auswered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetouis,
To look such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunder bolts.
Dash him to pieces.

Cås. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.

Cas. I did not she was but a fool
That bro't my answer back. Brutus hath iived my heait;
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
Kut Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not. Still you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your favits.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. Adatterer's would not, tho tliey do
Appear as huge as high Olympus.

Cis. Come, Antony and young Octavius come i
Nevenge yourselves aione on Cassius,
por Cassius is as weary of te world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Check'd by a bondman; all his faults observ’d;

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Set in a note book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from my eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast---within a heart
Dearer than Plutus's mine, richer than gold!
If that tliou need'st a Roman's take it forth.
I that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart.
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar, for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd'st him better
Than ever thou lovi'st Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger ;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor,
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the fint bears fire:
Which, much enforced, she ws a hasty spark,
And strait is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to bis Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill temper'd rexetha hiin?

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which nay mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth
When you are over earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chuides, and leave you so.

A DIALOGUE, written in the year 1776, by Mr. ANDRUS,

of Yale College, since dirceused. OW now Mr. Hunks, have you settled the

Blitbe. Hocontroversy with Baxter ?

Hunks. Yes, to a fraction, upon condition that he would pay me six per cent, upon all his notes and bonds, from the date until they were discharged.

Blitbe. Then it seems you have brought him to your own terms?

Hunks. Indeed I have; I would settle with him upoir no other. Men now-a-days think it is a dreadful ham!

ship to pay a little interest; and will quibble a thousand ways to fool a body out of his just property; But I've grown too old to be cheated in that manner. . take care to secure the interest a: well as the principal. And to prevent any difficulty, I take new notes every year, and carefully exact interest upon interest, and add it to the principal.

Bliibe. You don't exact interest upon interesi! this looks a little like extortivil.

Hunks. Extortion; I have already lost more than five hundred pounds, by a number of rascally bankrupts. I won't trust a farthing of my money without interest upon interest.

Blilbz. I see I must humour his foible, there's no other way to deal with liim-- [aside.

Huns. There's no security in men's obligations in these tiines. And it I've a sum of money in the hands of those we call good chaps, l'ın more plagu'd to get it than 'tis all worth. They would be glad to turn me off with niere rubbish, if they could. I'd rather keep my money in my owa chest, than let it out for such small interests as I have for it.

Blitbe. There's something, I confess, in your observauns. We never know when we are secure, unless we have our property in our chests or in lands.

Hunks. That's true.--I'd rather bave my property in Hands at three per cent, tan in the hands of the best man in this town at six---it is a fact. Lands will grow higlier wlien the wars are over.

Blitbe. You're entirely right. I believe if I'd as much money as you, I sliould be of the same mind,

Huk&&Tliat's a good disposition. We must all learn to take care of ourselves these hard times. But I wonder 'how it happens that your disposition is so different from your son's---he's extremely wild and profuse--- I should ihink it was not possible for you, with all your prudence and dexterity, to get morey as fast as he would spend it.

Blitbe. Oh, he's young and airy; we mu:t make allowances for sach things; we used to do so ourselves when we were young men, ?:nks. No, you are mistaken; I never wore a neck

in a pair of shoe buckles, on a week day, in my

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