'It is a beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire, and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him.' p. 65.

'A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth.'-Ant. and Cleop. v. 2.

6

Though we upon this mountain's basis by

Took stand for idle speculation.' p. 84.

'Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, Up in the air, crowned with the golden sun,

Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him,

Mangle the work of nature.'

p. 40.

f Treason and murder ever kept together.

As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose.' p. 32.

g 'Gregory, o' my word, we 'll not carry coals. Rom. and Jul. i. 1.

7. The following passages are proposed for grammatical criticism of the italicised words :

b

a The perilous-narrow ocean parts asunder. p. 4.
That self bill is urged,
Which in the eleventh year o' the last king's reign
Was like-and had indeed against us passed. p. 5.

с Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe. p. 10.
d King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim,

King Lewis his satisfaction-all appear. p. 12.

e While that the armed hand doth fight abroad. p. 15. f Hear me what I say: he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts. p. 25.

g But God be thanked for prevention;

Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice. p. 34.

h There is none of you so mean and base

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. p. 46. i An if he be not fought withal, my lord,

Let us not live in France. p. 56.

j The gentle gamester is the soonest winner. p. 62. k Who to disobey were against all proportion of subjec

p

tion. p. 77.

No, thou proud dream,

That play'st so subtly with a king's repose,

I am a king that find thee. p. 80.

What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages. p. 81.

All that I can do is nothing worth,

Since that my penitence comes after all,

Imploring pardon. p. 82.

The king himself is rode to view their battle. p. 85.

A many of

our bodies shall, no doubt,

Find native graves. p. 89.

q He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand.

p. 95.

r Captain, you must needs be friends with him. p. 104.

t

Where that his lords desire him, to have borne

His bruised helmet and his bended sword

Before him through the city, he forbids it. p. 107.

The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,

Have lost their quality. p. 112.

1 Compare Julius Cæsar, v. 1, 'The posture of your blows are yet unknown.'

8. The following are a few of the more striking passages that should be committed to memory :

α The breath no sooner left his father's body, But that his wildness, mortified in him,

b

Seemed to die too; yea, at that very moment
Consideration, like an angel, came,

And whipped the offending Adam out of him;
Leaving his body as a paradise,

To envelop and contain celestial spirits.—(i. 1) p. 6.
So work the honey bees,

Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.

They have a king, and officers of sorts:
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor :
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to éxecutors pale

The lazy yawning drone.-(i. 2) p. 16.

Now entertain conjecture of a time

When creeping murmur and the poring dark

Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,

The hum of either army stilly sounds,

That the fixed sentinels almost receive

The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flaines
Each battle sees the other's umbered face:
Steed threatens steed in high and boastful neighs,
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

With busy hammers closing rivets up,

Give dreadful note of preparation.

(Chorus to act iv.) p. 70.

d There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out;

For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry :
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end;
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,

And make a moral of the devil himself.-(iv. 1) p. 72.

What infinite heart's-ease

Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy?

And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?

What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!

What is thy soul of adoration?

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?

Wherein thou art less happy being feared,

Than they in fearing.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,

But poisoned flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?

Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Can'st thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it ?-(iv. 1) p. Ɛ0.

ƒ O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault

My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred new,

And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do:
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.-(iv. 1) p. 82.

9. The words in italics in the following quotations call for some geographical or historical description :

α Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness

So soon did lose his seat. p. 6.