| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: sky, leaving behind it a wake of fire. It plunged into the
sea. There is no sailor but knows shooting stars. But this
was a hugely great one, and Ocean-Sea very lonely, and to
most there our errand a spectral and frightening one. It
needed both the Admiral and Fray Ignatio to quell the panic.
The next day a great bird like a crane passed over the
_Santa Maria_. It came from Africa, behind us. But it spoke
of land, and the sailors gazed wistfully.
This day I entered the great cabin when none was there
but the Admiral, and again he sat at table with his charts
and his books. He asked of the sick and I answered.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Cavalry General by Xenophon: would gain in beauty if the tribal squadrons were to ride in line of
columns[11] as if for battle, in two divisions, five squadrons in the
one and five in the other, with the hipparch and the phylarchs at
their head, in such formation as to allow the whole breadth of the
racecourse to be filled. Then, as soon as they have gained the top[12]
of the incline, which leads down to the theatre opposite, it would, I
think, be obviously useful here to show the skill with which your
troopers can gallop down a steep incline[13] with as broad a front as
the nature of the ground permits. I am quite clear that your troopers,
if they can trust their own skill in galloping, will take kindly to
such an exhibition; while as certainly, if unpractised, they must look
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare: We laugh, for what we have, are sorry: still
Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefull
For that which is, and with you leave dispute
That are above our question. Let's goe off,
And beare us like the time. [Florish. Exeunt.]
EPILOGVE
I would now aske ye how ye like the Play,
But, as it is with Schoole Boyes, cannot say,
I am cruell fearefull: pray, yet stay a while,
And let me looke upon ye: No man smile?
Then it goes hard, I see; He that has
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