1 Then he took me out to dinner, an' he axed me about the house, About you an' Sally's baby, an' the chickens, pigs, an' cows; He axed about his brothers, addin' that 'twas ruther queer, But he hadn't seen one uv 'em fur mighty nigh a year. Then he took me to his lodgin', in an attic four stairs high He said he liked it better 'cause 'twas nearer to the sky. An' he said: "I've only one room, but my bed is pretty wide;" An' so we slep' together, me an' Charley, side by side. Next day we went together to the great Mechanics's Fair, An' some o' Charley's picters was on exhibition there. He said if he could sell 'em, which he hoped to, pretty soon, He'd make us all a visit, an' "be richer than Muldoon." An' so two days an' nights we passes, an', when I come away, Poor Charley said the time was short, an' begged me fur to stay, Then he took me in a buggy an' druv' me to the train, An' said in just a little while he'd see us all again. You know we thought our Charley would never come to much; He was always readin' novels an' poetry an' such. There was nothing on the farm he ever seemed to want to do, An' when he took to paintin' he disgusted me clear through! So we gave to Rob and Dan all we had to call our own, An' left poor Charley penniless to make his way alone; He's only a poor painter; Rob and Dan are rich as sin; But Charley's worth the pair of 'em, with all their gold thrown in. Those two grand men, dear wife, were once our prattling babes-an' yet It seems as if a mighty gulf 'twixt them an' us is set; An' they'll never know the old folks till life's troubled journey's past, An' rich an' poor are equal underneath the sod at last. An' maybe when we all meet on the resurrection morn, With our earthly glories fallen, like the husks from the ripe corn, When the righteous Son of Man the awful sentence shall have said, The brightest crown that's shining there may be on Charley's head. XI. The Soliloquy Soliloquy, closely related to monologue, is a man thinking aloud, and in so far as his consciousness is concerned, he should be, and ever is, to himself, alone, for the conscious presence of any person, imaginative or otherwise, makes it either a drama or a monologue. The soliloquy must be studied well, and the cause which brings about the soliloquy, in order to know exactly the kind of character and what state of mind the character is in, which causes him to thus express his thoughts aloud. It is the external rising in concrete form of activities of the sub-conscious mind. The soliloquy should be rendered wholly regardless of the audience, and many times carries the speaker back directly to the audience. So, as the man feels, he should be the passive vehicle through which his sub-conscious mind is speaking. HAMLET Shakespeare. To be, or not to be: that is the question: The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't-Frailty, thy name is woman!- With which she follow'd my poor father's body, O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, my father Would have mourned longer,-married with my uncle, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue! Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall, To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About my brain! Hum, I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players I know my course. The spirit that I have seen |