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ing it by a compleat Conquest, should now come of my own Motion, to ask a Peace; I am glad that it is of you, Scipio, I have the Fortune to ask it. Nor will this be among the least of your Glories, that Hannibal, victorious over so many Roman Generals, fubmitted at last to You.

I could with, that our Fathers and we had confin'd our Ambition within the Limits, which Nature seem'd to have prescrib'd to it; the shores of Africa, and the Shores of Italy. The Gods did not give us that Mind. On both sides we have been so eager after foreign Poffeffions, as to put our own to the Hazard of War. Rome and Carthage have had, each in their Turn, the Enemy at her Gates But since Errors paft may be more easily blamed than corrected, let it now be the Work of you and me, to put an End, if poffible, to the obstinate Contention. For my own Part, my Years, and the Experience I have had of the Instability of Fortune, inclines me to leave nothing to her Determination which Reason can decide. But much I fear, Scipio, that your Youth, your want of the like Experience, your uninterrupted Success, may render you averse from the Thoughts of Peace. He whom Fortune has never fail'd, rarely reflects upon her Inconstancy. Yet without recurring to former Examples, my own may perhaps suffice to teach you Moderation. I am that same Hannibal who, after my Victory at Cannæ, became Master of the greatest Part of your Country, and deliberated with myself what Fate I should decree to Italy and Rome. And now see the Change ! Here, in Africa, I am come to treat with a Roman, for my own Preservation and my country's. Such are the Sports of Fortune. Is she then to be trusted because she smiles ? An advantageous Peace is preferable, to the Hope of Victory. The one is in your own Power, the other at the Pleasure of the Gods. Should you prove victorious, it would add little to your own Glory, or the Glory of your Country; if vanquilh'd, you lose in one Hour all the Honour and Reputation you have been so many Years acquiring. But what is my Aim in all this? That you should content yourself with our Cefsion of Spain, Sicily, Sardinia, and all the Illands between Italy and Africa. A Peace on these Conditions will, in my Opinion, not only secure the future Tranquility of Carthage, but be fufficiently glorious for you, and for the Roman Name. And do not tell me, that some of our Citizens dealt fraudulently with you in the late Treaty : It is I, Hannibal, that now ask a Peace; I ask it, because I think it ex-'

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pedient for my Country; and, thinking it expedient, I will inviolably maintain it.

LESSON XIII. The Answer of SCIPIO was to this Effeet. TKNEW very well, Hannibal, that it was the hope of

I your Return which embolden'd the Carthaginians to break the 'Truce with us, and to lay aside all Thoughts of a Peace, when it was just upon the Point of being concluded; and your present Proposal is a Proof of it. You retrench from their Concessions every thing but what we are, and have been long, possessed of. But as it is your Care that your FellowCitizens should have the Obligations to you of being eased from a great Part of their Burthen, so it ought to be mine, that they draw no Advantage from their Perfidiousness. No body is more sensible than I am of the Weakness of Man, and the Power of Fortune, and that whatever we enterprize is subject to a thousand Chances. If before the Romans palled into Africa, you had of your own Accord quitted Italy, and made the Offers you now make, I believe they would not have been rejected. But as you have been forced out of Italy, and we are Masters here of the open Country, the Situation of things is much altered. And what is chiefly to be confider'd, the Carthaginians by the late Treaty, which we entered into at their Request, were, over and above what you offer, to have restored to us our Prisoners without Ransom, deliver'd up their Ships of War, paid us five thousand Talents, and to have given Hostages for the Performance of all. The Senate accepted these Conditions, but Carthage failed on her Part; Carthage deceived us. What then is to be done? Are the Carthaginians to be released from the most important Articles of the Treaty, as a Reward of their Breach of Faith? No, certainly. If to the Conditions before agreed upon, you had added some new Articles to our Advantage, there would have been Matter of Reference to the Roman People; but when, instead of adding, you retrench, there is no Room for Deliberation. The Carthaginians therefore must submit to us at Discretion, or must vanquish us in Battle.

N. B. The Battle was fought, the Romans gained the Victory, and the Carthaginians submitted to Rome. This ended gbe fecond Punic War, and acquired Scipio the Surname of Africanus,


T HE following Speeches are selected from Shakespear,

1 and 'tis hoped they will be useful and agreeable to the Boys, as they will serve to give a Variety to their Talks, and to bring them acquainted with the higher and more poetical Stile of their own Language. I have taken fome fmall Liberties hore and there in altering an obsolete Word, or even a sentence, when I thought the Construction of it (which fometimes happens in Shakespear) too hard or too obscure for Boys to understand. But this Liberty, it will be perceiv'd, I have used but very sparingly; and never with the Presumption of hoping to mend Shakespear, but only to make him more fit and proper for my Purposes. With what Judgment the Speeches are chosen must be left to the Determination of judicious Masters, wha will be at Liberty to make use of any others, which they may think more praper. The two or three laft are given as Interludes for several Boys to practise on together.

The Progress of Life. From the Play called,


"A LL the World's a Stage,

A And all the Men and Women merely Players;
They have their Exits, and their Entrances ;
And one Man in his Time plays many Parts :
His Acts being seven Ages. At first the Infant,
Mewling and puking in his Nurse's Arms:
And then, the whining School-boy with his Satchel,
And Thining Morning Face, creeping like Snail
Unwillingly to School. And then, the Lover;
Sighing like Furnace, with a woeful Ballad
Made to his Mistress' Eyebrow. Then, a Soldier ;
Full of stronge Oaths, and bearded like the Pard,-
Jealous in Honour, sudden and quick in Quarrel,
Seeking the Bubble Reputation,
Ev’n in the Cannon's Mouth. And then, the Justice,
In fair round Belly, with good Capon lin’d;
With Eyes severe, and Beard of formal Cut,
Full of wise Saws, and modern Instances,
And so he plays his Part. The sixth Age shifts
Into the lean and flir per’d Fantaloon,
With Spectacles on Nose, and Pouch on Side ;

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His youthful Hose well fav’d, a World too wide
For his shrunk Shank; and his big manly Voice,
Turning again towards childish Treble, pipes,
And whistles in his Sound. Last Scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful History,
Is second Childishness, and mere Oblivion ;
Sans Teeth, fans Eyes, sans Tafte, fans every thing.

Hamlet's Meditation on Death.

To be, or not to be: That is the Question.

1 Whether 'tis nobler in the Mind, to suffer
The Stings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune;
Or to take Arms against a Siege of Troubles,
And by oppofing end them ?-To die- to sleep
No more and by a Sleep, to say, we end
The Heart-ach, and the thousand natural Shocks
That Flesh is Heir to; 'tis a Consummation
Devoutly to be wilh’d. To dieto sleep
To sleep?-perchance, to dream! ay, there's the Rub-
For in that Sleep of Death what Dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal Coil,'
Muft give us pause. — There's the Respect,
That makes Calamity of so long Life.
For who would bear the Whips and Scorn o'th' Time,
Th’Oppressor's Wrong, the proud Man's Contumely,
The Pangs of despis'd Love, the Law's Delay,
The Insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient Merit of th' Unworthy takes;
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardles bear,
To groan and sweat under a weary Life?
But that the Dread of something after Death,
(That undiscover'd Country, from whose Bourne
No Traveller returns) puzzles the Will;
And makes us rather bear those Ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all :


· And thus the native Hue of Resolution
Is ficklied o'er with the pale Cast of Thought;
And Enterprizes of great Pith and Moment,
With this Regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the Name of Action.


A Speech of King Henry the Fourth, upon his receiving News

in the Night, of the Rebellion of the Earl of Northumberland.

TJOW many Thousands of my poorest Subjects

Tl Are at this Hour asleep! O gentle Sleep!
Nature's soft Nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my Eye-lids down,
And steep my Senses in Forgetfulness?
Why rather, Sleep, lyeft thou in smoaky Hutts,
Upon uneafy Pallets stretching thee,
And husht with buzzing Night-flies to thy Slumber;
Than in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great,
And lulld with Sounds of sweetest Melody?
O thou dull God! why lyest thou with the Vile
In loathsome Beds, and leav'st the Kingly Couch
Beneath rich Canopies of coftly State,
A Watch-case to a common Larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy Malt,
Seal up the Ship-boy's Eyes, and rock his Brains,
In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge;
And in the Visitation of the Winds,
Who take the ruffian Billows by the Top,
Curling their monstrous Heads, and hanging them
With deafening Clamours in the slippery Shrouds,
That, with the Hurly, Death itself awakes?-
Can'st thou, O partial Sleep! give thy Repose
To the wet Sea-boy, in an Hour so rude?
And, in the calmest, and the stillest Night,
With all Appliances and Means to-boot,
Deny it to a King? Then, happy lowly Clown!
Uneasy lies the Head that wears a Crown.


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