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Läsebok. N:o 94—95.
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This was the most unkindest cut of all!
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor’s arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey’s statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O! what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over us.
Oh! now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity: — these are gracious drops.
Kind souls! What! weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look ye here!
Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, by traitors.
Good friends! sweet friends! let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
They that have done this deed are houourable.
What private wrongs they have, alas! I know not,
That made them do it. They are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
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,
That love my friend; — and that they know full well
That gave me leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths!
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus, Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
William Shakespear (Jul. Cæsar III, 2.)
95. Alfred.
A Drama.
Persons of the Drama.
Alfred, King of England. Gubba, a Farmer.
Ella, an Officer of Alfred’s. Gandelin, his Wife.
Löfving: Eng. läsebok. 8
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