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Ant. Dost thou think me desperate
Without just cause ? No, when I found all lost
Beyond repair, I hid me from the world,
And learnt to scorn it here; which now I do
So heartily, I think it is not worth
The cost of keeping.
Ven.

Cæsar thinks not so ;
He'll thank you for the gift he could not take.
You would be kill'd like Tully, would you? Do
Hold out your throat to Cæsar, and die tamely.

Ant. No, I can kill myself; and so resolve.

Ven. I can die with you too, when time shall serve ;
But fortune calls upon us now to live,
To fight, to conquer.
Ant.

Sure thou dream'st, Ventidius.
Ven. No, 'tis you dream; you sleep away your hours
In desperate sloth, miscallid philosophy.
Up, up, for honour's sake; twelve legions wait you
And long to call you Chief. By painful journies
I led 'em, patient both of heat and hunger,
Down from the Parthian marches to the Nile.
'Twill do you good to see their sun-burnt faces,
Their scarr'd cheeks, and chopt hands; there's virtue in 'em.

Ant. Where left you them ?
Ven. I say, in Lower Syria.
Ant.

Bring 'em hither;
There

may

be life in these. Ven.

They will not come.
Ant. Why didst thou mock my hopes with promised aids,
To double my despair ? They're mutinous.

Ven. Most firm and royal.
Ant.

Yet they will not march
To succour me. O trifler!
Ven.

They petition
You would make haste to head 'em.
Ant.

I am besieg'd.
Ven. There's but one way shut up-how came I hither?
Ant. I will not stir.
Ven.

They would perhaps desire
A better reason.
Ant.

I have never used
My soldiers to demand a reason of
My actions. Why did they refuse to march?

Ven. They said they would not fight for Cleopatra.
Ant. What was't they said ?

kill me.

Ven. They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight, indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? Ant.

You

grow presumptuous. Ven. I take the privilege of plain love to speak.

Ant. Plain love! Plain arrogance, plain insolence! Thy men are cowards; thou an envious traitor; Who, under seeming honesty, hast vented The burden of thy rank, o'erflowing gall. 0, that thou wert my equal; great in arms As the first Cæsar was, that I might kill thee, Without stain to my honour ! Ven.

You

may
You have done more already; call’d me traitor.

Ant. Art thou not one ?
Ven.

For showing you yourself,
Which none else durst have done. But had I been,
That name, which I disdain to speak again,
I needed not have sought your abject fortunes,
Come to partake your fate, to die with you.
What hindered me t have led my conqu’ring eagles,
To fill Octavius' bands? I could have been
A traitor then-a glorious, happy traitor;
And not have been so call'd.
Ant.

Forgive me, soldier ;
I've been too passionate.
Ven.

You thought me false;
Thought my old age betray'd you. Kill me, sir ;
Pray kill me; yet you need not—your unkindness
Has left your sword no work.
Ant.

I did not think so ;
I said it in my rage : pr'ythee, forgive me.
Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery
Of what I could not hear ?
Ven.

No prince but you
Could merit that sincerity I used;
Nor durst another man have ventured it.

Ant. Thou shalt behold me once again in iron ;
And, at the head of our old troops, that beat
The Parthians, cry aloud, Come, follow me!

Ven. O, now I hear my emperor ! In that word Octavius fell. Methinks you breathe Another soul ; your looks are more divine; You speak a hero, and you move a god.

Ant. O, thou hast fir'd me! my soul's up in arms,
And mans each part about me.

Once again
The nobleness of fight has seized me.
Come on, my soldier ;
Our hearts and arms are still the same.

I long
Once more to meet our foes; that thou and I,
Like Time and Death, marching before our troops,
May taste fate to 'em; mow 'em out a passage,
And, ent'ring where the utmost squadrons yield,
Begin the noble harvest of the field.

SECTION XXIV.

EXTRACT FROM MR. WEBSTER'S SPEECH IN REPLY TO

MR. HAYNE.

The eulogium pronounced on the character of the state of South Carolina, by the honourable gentleman, for her revolutionary and other merits, meets my hearty concurrence. I shall not acknowledge, that the honourable member goes before me in regard for whatever of distinguished talent or distinguished character, South Carolina has produced. I claim part of the honor, I partake in the pride of her great names. I claim them for countrymen, one and all. The Laurens, the Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the Sumpters, the Marions-Americans, all-whose fame is no more to be hemmed in by state lines, than their talents and pas triotism were capable of being ciroumscribed within the same narrow limits. In their day and generation, they served and honoured the country, and the whole country and their renown is of the treasures of the whole country, Him, whose honoured name the gentleman himself bears-does he suppose me less capable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympathy for his sufferings, than if his eyes had first opened upon the light in Massachusetts, instead of South Carolina ? Sir, does he suppose it is in his power to exhibit a Carolina name so bright as to produce envy in my bosom? No, sir; increased gratification and delight, rather.

Sir, I thank God, that if I am gifted with little of the spirit which is said to be able to raise mortals to the skies, I have yet none, as I trust, of that other spirit, which would drag angels down. When I shall be found, sir, in my place

!

here, in the Senate, or elsewhere, to sneer at public merit, because it happened to spring up beyond the little limits of my own state, or neighbourhood : when I refuse, for any such cause, or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated patriotism, a sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or if I see an uncommon endowment of heaven; if I see extraordinary capacity and virtue in any son of the South-and if moved by local prejudice, or gangrened by state jealousy, I get up here to abate the tithe of a hair from his just character and just fame, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth! Sir, let me recur to pleasing recollections—let me indulge in refreshing remembrance of the past-let me remind you that in early times no states cherished greater harmony, both of principle and of feeling, than Massachusetts and South Carolina. Would to God, that harmony might again return. Shoulder to shoulder they went through the revolution-hand in hand they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exists, alienation and distrust, are the growth, unnatural to such soils, of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered.

Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts—she needs none. There she is—behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history—the world knows it by heart. The past, at least is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hilland there they will remain forever. The bones of her sons, fallen in the great struggle for independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every state from New England to Georgia; and there they will lie for ever. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound it--if party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it-if folly and madness—if uneasiness, under salutary and necessary restraint, shall succeed to separate it from that Union, by which alone its existence is made sure, it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked; it will stretch forth its arm with whatever vigour it may still retain, over the friends who gather round it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amidst the proudest monuments of its own glory, and on the very spot of its origin.

SECTION XXV.

PROCIDA-RAIMOND.....Mrs. Hemans.

Raimond. My father!---wherefore here?
I am prepared to die, yet would I not
Fall by thy hand.

Procida. 'Twas not for this I came.

Rai. Then wherefore !--and upon thy lofty brow Why burns the troubled flush? Pro.

Perchance 'tis shame. Yes! it may well be shame !—for I have striven With nature's feebleness, and been o'erpower'd. -Howe'er it be, 'tis not for thee to gaze, Noting it thus. I have prepared The means for thy escape. Rai.

What! thou! the austere, The inflexible Procida ! hast thou done this, Deeming me guilty still ? Pro.

Upbraid me not.
It is even so.

There have been nobler deeds
By Roman fathers done,-but I am weak.
Therefore, again I say, arise ! and haste,
For the night wanes. Thy fugitive course must be
To realms beyond the deep; so let us part
In silence, and for ever.
Rai.

Let him fly
Who holds no deep asylum in his breast,
Wherein to shelter from the scoffs of men !
-I can sleep calmly here.
Pro.

Art thou in love
With death and infamy, that so thy choice
Is made, lost boy! when freedom courts thy grasp?

Rai. Father! to set th' irrevocable seal
Upon that shame wherewith ye have branded me,
There needs but flight. What should I bear from this,
My native land ?-A blighted name, to rise
And part me, with its dark remembrances,
For ever from the sunshine !-O'er my soul
Bright shadowings of a nobler destiny
Float in dim beauty through the gloom; but here,
On earth, my hopes are closed.
Pro.

Thy hopes are closed ! And what were they to mine ?—Thou wilt not fly!

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