Anger exerts its peculiar Voice in an acute, raised, and hurrying sound.  The passionate Character of King Lear, as it is admirably drawn by Shakespear, abounds with the strongest Instances of this kind.

’—­Death!  Confusion!  Fiery!—­what Quality?—­why_ Gloster!  Gloster!  I’d speak with the Duke of_ Cornwall and his Wife.  Are they informed of this?  My Breath and Blood!  Fiery? the fiery Duke?—­&c.’

Sorrow and Complaint demand a Voice quite different, flexible, slow, interrupted, and modulated in a mournful Tone; as in that pathetical Soliloquy of Cardinal Wolsey_ on his Fall.

  ’Farewel!—­a long Farewel to all my Greatness! 
  This is the State of Man!—­to-day he puts forth
  The tender Leaves of Hopes; to-morrow Blossoms,
  And bears his blushing Honours thick upon him,
  The third Day comes a Frost, a killing Frost,
  And when he thinks, good easie Man, full surely
  His Greatness is a ripening, nips his Root,
  And then he falls as I do.’

We have likewise a fine Example of this in the whole Part of Andromache in the ‘Distrest-Mother’, particularly in these Lines.

  ’I’ll go, and in the Anguish of my Heart
  Weep o’er my Child—­If he must die, my Life
  Is wrapt in his, I shall not long survive. 
  ’Tis for his sake that I have suffer’d Life,
  Groan’d in Captivity, and out-liv’d Hector. 
  Yes, my_ Astyanax, we’ll go together! 
  Together to the Realms of Night we’ll go; }
  There to thy ravish’d Eyes thy Sire I’ll show,}
  And point him out among the Shades below.’ }

Fear expresses it self in a low, hesitating and abject Sound.  If the Reader considers the following Speech of Lady Macbeth, while her husband is about the Murder of Duncan and his Grooms, he will imagine her even affrighted with the Sound of her own Voice, while she is speaking it.

  ’Alas!  I am afraid they have awak’d,
  And ‘tis not done; th’ Attempt, and not the Deed,
  Confounds us—­Hark!—­I laid the Daggers ready,
  He could not miss them.  Had he not resembled
  My Father as he slept, I had done it.’

Courage assumes a louder tone, as in that Speech of Don Sebastian. [3]

     ’Here satiate all your Fury: 
  Let Fortune empty her whole Quiver on me,
  I have a Soul that like an ample Shield
  Can take in all, and Verge enough for more.’

Pleasure dissolves into a luxurious, mild, tender, and joyous Modulation; as in the following Lines in ‘Caius Marius’. [4]

  ’Lavinia! O there’s Musick in the Name,
  That softning me to infant Tenderness,
  Makes my Heart spring, like the first Leaps of Life.’

And Perplexity is different from all these; grave, but not bemoaning, with an earnest uniform Sound of Voice; as in that celebrated Speech of Hamlet.