The dramatic works and lyrics of Ben Jonson [selected] With an essay, biographical and critical . CATILINE: HIS CONSPIRACY. SCENE I.—A room in Catilines Ghost of Stlla rises. Dost thou not feel me ^ Rof/ie? not yet! is night So heavy on thee, a)id ??iy iveight so light ? Can Syllas ghost arise luithin thy zaalls, Less threatening than an earthquake, the quick falls Of thee and thine? Shake not the frighted heads Of thy steep towejs, or shrink to their first beds ? Or, as their rtiin the large 7yberfills. Make that swell tip, and drown thy seven proud hills ? What sleep is this doth s
The dramatic works and lyrics of Ben Jonson [selected] With an essay, biographical and critical . CATILINE: HIS CONSPIRACY. SCENE I.—A room in Catilines Ghost of Stlla rises. Dost thou not feel me ^ Rof/ie? not yet! is night So heavy on thee, a)id ??iy iveight so light ? Can Syllas ghost arise luithin thy zaalls, Less threatening than an earthquake, the quick falls Of thee and thine? Shake not the frighted heads Of thy steep towejs, or shrink to their first beds ? Or, as their rtiin the large 7yberfills. Make that swell tip, and drown thy seven proud hills ? What sleep is this doth seize thee so like death. And is not it / ivake,feel her in my breath : Behold, I come, setit/rom the Stygian sound. As a dire vapour that had cleft the ground. To ingender with the night, and blast the day ; Or like a pestilence that should display Infection through the world: which thus I do.— [The curtain draws, and Catiline is discovered in be at thy counsels, and intoThy darker bosom enter Syllas spirit! 248 CATILINE. All that tvas mine^ and bad, thy breast inherit,
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