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It is this Volumnia who strikes now to the heart of the play with her satire on this affectation of the graces of the gods, this assumption of nobility, and manliness, and the fine strains of honour, in one who is led only by the blind demon gods, 'that keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, in one who is bounded and shut in after all to the range of his own poor petty private passions, shut up to a poverty of soul which forbids those assumptions, limited to a nature in which those strictly human terms can be only affectations, one who concentrates all his glorious special human gifts on the pursuit of ends for which the lower natures are also furnished.
As it appeared that he wished to depart to- night, I replied that we would see him before retiring." Miss Volumnia with a third little scream takes flight, wishing her hosts O Lud! well rid of the what is it? ironmaster! The other cousins soon disperse, to the last cousin there. Sir Leicester rings the bell, "Make my compliments to Mr.
The same wan day peeps in at Sir Leicester pardoning the repentant country in a majestically condescending dream; and at the cousins entering on various public employments, principally receipt of salary; and at the chaste Volumnia, bestowing a dower of fifty thousand pounds upon a hideous old general with a mouth of false teeth like a pianoforte too full of keys, long the admiration of Bath and the terror of every other community.
He has not yet the languid habit of recall. "Thou art my warrior," said Volumnia. "I holp to frame thee." Shall a man inherit his mother's trick of speaking, or her habit and attitude, and not suffer something, against his will, from her bequest of weakness, and something, against his heart, from her bequest of folly?
'This Volumnia' yes, let her school him, for it is from her school that he has come: let her conquer him, for she is the conserver of this harm. It is she who makes of it a tradition. To its utmost bound of consequences, she is the mother of it, and accountable to God and man for its growth and continuance.
An effect of these horrors is that Volumnia finds she cannot go to bed in her own room or sit by the fire in her own room, but must come forth with her fair head tied up in a profusion of shawl, and her fair form enrobed in drapery, and parade the mansion like a ghost, particularly haunting the rooms, warm and luxurious, prepared for one who still does not return.
Sir Leicester is not particular what it is and does not appear to follow it very closely, further than that he always comes broad awake the moment Volumnia ventures to leave off, and sonorously repeating her last words, begs with some displeasure to know if she finds herself fatigued.
The glee and fluster might appear to a cool spectator a little undignified; but then we are understood to be, like Menenius, old friends of the family, and too much carried away with the excitement of the moment to be very critical. Volumnia. Honourable Menenius, my boy, Marcius, approaches. For the love of Juno, let's go. Men. Ha! Marcius coming home! Vol.
"I occasionally meet on my staircase here," drawls Volumnia, whose thoughts perhaps are already hopping up it to bed, after a long evening of very desultory talk, "one of the prettiest girls, I think, that I ever saw in my life." "A PROTEGEE of my Lady's," observes Sir Leicester. "I thought so. I felt sure that some uncommon eye must have picked that girl out. She really is a marvel.
And it does not become us, who assist in making the laws, to impede or interfere with those who carry them into execution. Or," says Sir Leicester somewhat sternly, for Volumnia was going to cut in before he had rounded his sentence, "or who vindicate their outraged majesty." "Very well, Volumnia," returns Sir Leicester. "Then you cannot be too discreet." Mr.
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