Humbling their deities to love, have taken Miftrefs of the Sheep-fbearing. Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, the was both pantler, butler, cook ; Per. Out, alas! Would blow you through and through. Now, I would I had fome flowers o' the fpring, that might That come before the fwallow dares, and take Flo. What? like a corfe? Por. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a corfe: or if not to be buried, but quick, and in mine arms. A Lover's A Lover's Commendation. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you fpeak, fweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you fing, I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms; Pray fo; and, for the ord'ring your affairs, Tofing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the fea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, And own no other function: each your doing, So fingular in each particular, Crowns what you're doing in the prefent deeds, That all your acts are queens. They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it; He looks like footh: He fays, he loves my daughter; I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll ftand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kifs to chuse, Who loves another beft. Prefents little regarded by real Lovers. And handed love as you do, I was wont ranfack'd The pedlar's filken treasury, and have pour'd it Flo. Old Sir, I know, She prizes not fuch trißes as thefe are: The gifts, the looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already, Tender Affection. Were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye fwerve; had force, and knowledge More than was ever man's-I would not prize them Without her love: for her, employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them, to her fervice, Or to their own perdition. A Father the best Guest at his Son's Nuptials. Is, at the nuptials of his fon, a guest, Methinks, a father That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable Of reafonable affairs? Is he not ftupid [hear? Know man from man? difpute his own eftate? With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, But what he did being childish? Fla. No, good Sir! He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Than mott have of his age. Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong Should choose himself a wife; but as good reafon, Rural Simplicity. I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, Selfifh old Man. O, Sir, You have undone a man of fourscore three Profperity the Bond, Affliction the Loofer, of Love. Self-Conceit. Ant. How blessed are we, that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are; Self-reproach, and too fevere Reproof. Do, as the Heavens have done; forget your evils; With them, forgive yourself. Leo. Whilft I remember Her and her virtues, I cannot forget Pau. True, too true, my lord: If, one by one, you wedded all the world, Or, from the all that are, took fomething good, Leo. I think fo. Kill'd! She I kill'd! I did fo; but thou ftrik'ft me Upon thy tongue, as in my thought: now, good Cle. Not at all, good lady: [now, You might have fpoke a thousand things, that Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd Love more rich for what it gives. HIS captain's heart, Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burk Love, the Nobleness of Life. Of the ranged empire fall! here is my fpace; Leo. I might have look'd upon my queen's full On pain of punishment, the world to weet, eyes; Have taken treasure from her lips Pau. And left them More rich, for what they yielded. A captivating Woman. -This is a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Anguifb of Recollection for a loft Friend. Effects of Beauty. We stand up peerlets. Lover's Praife. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, Great Minds refpe&t Truth. Mef. The nature of bad news infects the teller. On : Things, that are paft, are done, with me-'tis thus; Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue; Sir, you and I have lov'd-but there's not it;- Cleopatra's Wifes for Antony on parting. Antony's Vices and Virtues. Lep. I must not think There are evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, feem as the fpots of heaven, More fiery by night's blacknefs; hereditary, Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change, Than what he chooses. Caf. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, is not it Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; comes him, (As his compofure must be rare indeed, No way excufe his foils, when we do bear Antony, Leave thy lafcivious waffels. When thou once The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge; demi Atlas of this carth, the arm And burgonet of man. He's fpeaking now, Or murmuring, "where's my ferpent of old Nile:" For fo he calls me; now I feed myfelf With moft delicious poifon : think on me That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time! Broad-fronted Cæfar, When thou waft here above the ground, I was A morfel for a monarch; and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in brow; There would he anchor his afpect, and die With looking on his life. my Meffengers from Lovers, grateful. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. Antony's Love and Difpofition. Ale. Good friend, quoth he, Say, "the firm Roman to great Egypt fends Cle. What, was he fad, or merry? extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor fad nor merry. Cle. O well-divided difpofition!—Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him, He was not fad; for he would fhine on those The Vanity of human Wishes. Pom. If the great gods be juft, they fhall affift The deeds of justeft men. Men. Know, worthy Pompey, Pom. Whiles we are fuitors to their throne; The thing we fue for. [decay Beg often our own harms, which the wife pow's Pompey's for Antony's Captivity in Pleafure. Pont. I know, they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love, Salt Defcription of Cleopatra's failing down the Cydnus. The barge fhe fat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the fails, and fo perfumed, that The winds were love-fick with them: th' oars were filver; Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made The water which they beat, to follow fafter, As amorous of their strokes. For her own perfon, It beggar'd all defcription: the did lic In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tilfuc), O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee The fancy out-work nature. On each fide her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids, 1 With divers-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem To glow the delicate checks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr. O rare for Antony! Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes, And made their bends adornings. At the helm, A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle Swell with the touches of thofe flow'r-foft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe Of the adjacent wharfs. The city calt Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did fit alone, Whistling to th' air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature. Cleopatra's infinite Power in pleafing. Age cannot wither her, nor custom tale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed; but the makes hungry, Where moft the fatisfies. For vileft things Become themfelves in her, that the holy prieits Blefs her when the is riggish. The unfettled Humour of Lovers. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me fome music; mufic, moody food Of us that trade in love. Omnes. The music, ho! Enter Mardian the Eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone: let's to billiards: come, Charmian. Char. My arm is fore, beft play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman; come--you'll play with me, fir? Mar. As well as I can, madain. Cleo. And when good will is fhew'd, tho' it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a falt-fifh on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Cleo. That time !-O times! I laught him out of patience; and that night Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Ambition, jealous of a too fuccessful Friend, [not I have done enough: a lower place, note well, Women. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjurę The ne'er-touch'd veftal. Fortune |