el
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, What! weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with 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 honorable.
What private griefs they have, alas! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honorable,
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 public 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 Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote 63: From "Julius Caesar" by William Shakespeare (1564-1616).]

SELECTIONS TO BE MEMORIZED

I. THE PRAYER PERFECT[64]

Dear Lord! kind Lord!
Gracious Lord! I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love,
Tenderly to-day!
Weed their hearts of weariness;
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings,
Winnowing the air.

Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again;
And with all the needy
Oh, divide, I pray,
This vast treasure of content
That is mine to-day!

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote 64: From "Rhymes of Childhood," by James Whitcomb Riley,
copyright, 1890. Used by special permission of the publishers, The
Bobbs-Merrill Company.]

II. BE JUST AND FEAR NOT[65]

Be just and fear not;
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's.

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote 65: By William Shakespeare.]

III. IF I CAN LIVE[66]

If I can live
To make some pale face brighter and to give
A second luster to some tear-dimmed eye,
Or e'en impart
One throb of comfort to an aching heart,
Or cheer some wayworn soul in passing by;