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Fortune forms our Judgment.

I fee, men's judgments are

A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To fuffer all alike.

Lovalty.

Mine honefty and I begin to fquare. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly: yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story.

Wisdom fuperior to Fortune.

Wisdom and fortune, combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.

Vicions Perfons infatuated by Heaven.
When we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O mifery on't!) the wife gods feel our eyes
In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we ftrut [us
To our confufion.

Fury expels Fear.

Now he'll outftare the lightning. To be furious
Is, to be frighted out of fear: and, in that mood,
The dove will peck the cftridge; and I fee ftill
A diminution in our captain's brain
Reftores his heart: when valour preys on reafon,
It eats the fword it fights with.

A Mafter taking Leave of bis Servants.
Tend me to-night;
May be, it is the period of your duty:
Haply, you fhall not fee me more; or if,-
A mangled fhadow. Perchance to-morrow.
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,

As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master,
Married to your good fervice, ftay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more,
And the gods yield you for 't.

Early rifing the Way to Eminence. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. Antony to Cleopatra, at his Return with Victory. O, thou day o' th' world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Thro' proof of harnefs to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

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Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonishi
A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air:-Thou haft seen
thefe figns;

They are black vefper's pageants.
Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horfe, even with a thought

The rack diflimns, and makes it indiftinct,
As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even fuch a body: here I am Antony, Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave. I made thefe wars for Egypt; and the Queen, Whofe heart thought I had, for fhe had mine; Which, whilft it was mine, had annex'd unto't A million more, now loft, the, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and falfe play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph.

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us

Ourselves to end ourfelves.

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Defcription of Cleopatra's (supposed) Death.
Death of one perfon can be paid but once;
And that he has difcharg'd. What thou wouldst
Is done unto thy hand; the last the fpake
Was Antony moft noble Antony!
Then in the midft a tearing groan did break
Between her heart and lips: the render'd life,
The name of Antony; it was divided
Thy name fo buried in her.

Cleopatra on the Death of Antony.
It were for me

To throw my fceptre at th' injurious gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had ftol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is fottifh; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it fin,
To rush into the fecret houfe of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women'
What, what good cheer!. Why, how now,
Charmian?

My noble girls!-Ah women, women! Look, Our lamp is fpent, it's out :-Good firs, take [noble,

heart:

We'll bury him and then, what's brave, what's
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come away;
This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold.

Death.

My defolation does begin to make A better life: 'tis paltry to be Cæfar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will; and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds;

Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which fleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse, and Cæfar's.

Cleopatra's Dream, and Defcription of Antony. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony; O, fuch another fleep, that I might fee But fuch another man!

[in ftuck

Dol. If it might please you,— Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and thereA fun, and moon; which kept their courfe, and The little O, the earth. [lighted

Dol. Moft fovereign creature,Cleo. His legs beftrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crefted the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;, But when he meant to quail and fhake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like; they fhew 'd his back above The element they liv'd in; in his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and iflands As plates dropt from h's pocket.

Firm Refolution.

What poor an inftrument

[were

May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My refolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: now from head to foot
1 am marble conftant: now the flecting moon
No planet is of mine.

Cleopatra's Speech, on applying the Alp.
-Give me my robe, put on my crown;
I have

Immortal longings in me. Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape fhall moift this lip:
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick-methinks, I hear
Antony call; I fee him roufe himfelf
To praife my noble act: I hear him mock
The luck of Cæfar, which the gods give men
T'excufe their after wrath. Hufband, I come:
Now to that name, my courage, prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements

I give to bafer life. So,-have you done?
Come then, and take the laft warmth of my lips:
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
[Kiffes them. Iras falls and dies.
Have I the afpic in my lips? Doft fall?
If thou and nature can fo gently part,
The ftroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is defired. Doft thou lie ftill

If thus thou vanitheft, thou tell'it the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may
The gods themselves do weep.
Cleo. This proves me bafe:-

[fay,

If the first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her; and spend that kifs
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal
wretch, To the Alp, which he appliestoherbreafl.
With thy fharp teeth, this knot intrinficate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,
Be angry and difpatch. O, couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great Cæfar afs,
Unpoliev'd!

Cear. O, caftern star!

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HAT would you have, you curs,

WHA

That like nor peace, nor war? The one
affrights you,

The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you,
Where he fhould find you lions, finds you hares,
Where foxes, geefe: you are no furer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hail-ftone in the fun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whofe offence fubdues him,
And curfe that juftice did it. Who deferves
greatnefs,

Deferves your hate: and your affections are
A fick man's appetite, who defires most that
Which would increate his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours, twims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye!→
truft ye?

With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.

Anfilius's Hatred to Coriolanus.
-Not fleep, nor fanctuary,
Being naked, fick; nor fane, nor capitol,
The prayers of pricfts, nor times of facrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, fhall lift
up
Their rotten privilege and cuftom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, ev'n there,
Wafh my fierce hand in his heart.
Against the hofpitable canon, would I

An imaginary Defcription of Coriolanus warring.
Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum
See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair;
As children from a bear, the Volfci thunning
Methinks, I fee him ftamp thus, and call thus,→

him:

"Come on, ye cowards; ye were got in fear,
Though ye were born in Rome:" his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes
Like to a harveft man, that's tafk'd to mow
Or all, or lofe his hire.

Virg. His bloody brow! Oh, Jupiter, no blood

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Than gilt his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, When the did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it fpit forth blood At Grecian fwords' contending.

Doing our Duts merits not Praise. Pray, now no more: my mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood,

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Are fpectacled to fee him. Your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry,

While the chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richeft lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clamb'ring the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks,
windows,

Are finother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In carneftness to fee him: feld-fhown flamens
Do prefs among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and dimask, in
Their nicely-gawded checks, to th' wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kiles: fuch a pother,
As if that whatfoever god, who leads him,
Were flily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

Cominius' Speech in the Senate.

I. fhall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held That valour is the chiefeft virtue, and Moft dignifies the haver: if it be, The man I fpeak of cannot in the world Be fingly counterpois'd. At fixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others; our then dictator, Whom with all praife I point at, faw him fight, When with his Amazonian chin he drove The brittled lips before him: he bestrid An o'er-preft Roman, and i' the confuls view Slew three oppofers: Tarquin's felf he met, And ftruck him on his knee: in that day's feats, When he might act the woman in the fcene, He prov'd beft man i' the field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil-age Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a fea; And, in the brunt of feventeen battles fince, He lurch'd all fwords o' the garland. For this laft, Before, and in Corioli, let me fay, I cannot speak him home: he ftopp'd the flyers; And, by his rare example, made the coward Turn terror into sport: As weeds before A veffel under fail, fo men obey'd, [ftamp) And fell below his ftem: his word (death's Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot He was a thing of blood, whofe every motion Was tim'd with dying cries: alone he enter'd The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted With fhunlefs deftiny; aidlefs came off, And with a fudden reinforcement ftruck Corioli, like a planet. Now all's his : When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce His ready fenfe; then ftraight his doubled fpirit Requicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, And to the battle came he; where he did Run recking o'er the lives of men, as if Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd

Both field and city ours, he never stood
To cafe his breaft with panting.

The Mifchief of Anarchy.
My foul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither fupreme, how foon confufion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.

Character of Coriolanus.

His nature is too noble for this world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his

mouth:

What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.

Honour and Policy.

I've heard you fay,
Honour and policy, like unfever'd friends,
I' the war do grow together: grant that, and
tell me

In peace, what each of them by th' other lofe,
That they combine not there?

The Method to gain Popular Favour.
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with
them)

Thy knee buffing the ftones (for in fuch bufinefs
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the cars), waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy ftout heart,
Now humble, as the ripeft mulberry,
That will not hold the handling: or, fay to them,
Thou art their foldier, and, being bred in broils,
Haft not the foft way, which, thou doft confefs,
Were fit for thee to ufe, as they to claim,
In afking their good loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forfooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou haft power, and perfon.

Coriolanus bis Abborrence of Flattery.
Well, I must do 't:
Away, my difpofition, and poffefs me
Some harlot's fpirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe,
That babies lulls afleep! the fmiles of knaves
Tent in my checks; and fchool-boys tears take up
The glaffes of my fight! a beggar's tongue
Make motion thro' my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my ftirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms!-I will not do't-
Left I furceafe to honour my own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A moft inherent bafenefs.

His Mother's Refolution on bis fubborn Pride,
At thy choice then:

To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dang'rous floutnefs; for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift.
Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me;
But own thy pride thy felf

His Deteftation of the Vulgar.

You conmon cry of curs! whofe breath I hate, As reck o' th' rotten fens; whofe loves I prize, As the dead carcafes of unburied men, That do corrupt my air: I banifh you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour fhake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into defpair I have the power ftill To banifh your defenders: till at length Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels), Making not refervation of yourselves (Still your own focs), deliver you, as most Abated captives, to fome nation That won you without blows!

Precepts against Ill-fortune.

-You were us'd

To fay, extremities were the triers of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the fea was calm, ali boats alike Shew'd mafterthip in floating. Fortune's blows, When moft ftruck home, being gentle wounded,

crave

A noble cunning. You were us'd to load me With precepts, that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them.

On common Friendships.

O, world, thy flippery turns! Friends now faft fworn,

Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal, and exercife
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love,
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour,

On a diffention of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So, felleft foes,
Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their
fleep

To take the one the other, by fome chance,
Some trick, not worth an egg, fhall grow

friends,

And interjoin their iues.

Martial Friendship.

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The Seafon of Solicitation.

He was not taken well; he had not din'd: The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive; but when we have ftuff'd Thefe pipes and thefe conveyances of blood, With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls Than in our prieft-like fafts: therefore I'll watch Till he be dieted to my request. [him

Obftinate Refolution.

My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould

Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grand-child to her blood-But, out, affection ! All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obftinate.What is that curt'fie worth? or those dove's eyes, Which can make gods ferfworn? I melt, and am not |Of stronger earth than others;-my mother bows, As if Olympus to a mole-hill fhould In fupplication nod: and my young boy Hath an afpect of interceffion, which Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volces Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never Be fuch a gofling to obey inftinet; but stand, As if a man were author of himself, And knew no other kin.

Relenting Tenderness.

Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to full difgrace. Beft of my flesh,
Forgive my tyranny; but do not lay,
For that, forgive our Romans.-O, a kifs,
Long as my exile, fwect as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kifə
carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
Hath virgin'd it c'er fince.-You gods! I prate,
And the most noble mother of the world

dearLeave unfaluted: fink, my knee, i' th' earth;
Of thy deep duty more impreffion fhew
Than that of common fons.

Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained afh an hundred times hath broke,
And fearr'd the moon with fplinters! here I clip
The anvil of my fword; and do conteft
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever, in ambitious ftrength, I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou, first,
I lov'd the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I fee thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded miftrefs faw
Bettride my threshold. Why,thouMars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lofe my arm for 't: thou haft beat me out
Twelve feveral times, and I have nightly fince
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyfelf and ine;
We have been down together in my fleep,
Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat,
And wak'd half-dead with nething.

Chaflity.

-The noble fifter of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chafte as the icicle, That's curdied by the froft from pureft fnow, And hangs on Dian's temple.

Coriolanus's Prayer for his Son. -The god of foldiers, With the confent of the fupreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with noblenefs, that thou mayft prove To fhame invulnerable, and stick i' the wars Like a great fea-mark, ftanding every flaw, And faving thofe that eye thee!

Coriolanus's Mother's pathetic Speech to him. -Think with thyfelf, How more unfortunate than all living women Arewecome hither: fincethat thy fight, which fhould Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, [forrow; Conftrains them weep, and thake with fear and Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee The fon, the hufband, and the father, tearing His country's bowels out. And to poor we

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An evident calamity, though we had

Iach. Had I this check

To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whofe touch,
Whofe every touch would force the feeler's foul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prifoner the wild motion of mine eye,

Our wish which side should win: for either thou Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then)

Muft, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles along our streets; or elfe
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;
And bear the palm, for having bravely thed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, fon,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till
Thefe wars determine: if I cannot perfuade thee,
Rather to fhew a noble grace to both parts,
Than feek the end of one, thou shalt no fooner
March to affault thy country, than to tread
(Truft to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.

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crack'd 'em, but

To look upon him; till the diminution
Of space had pointed him as fharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The fmalinefs of a guat, to air; and then [nio,
Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pifa-

When fhall we hear from him?

Pif. Be affur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell him,
How I would think of him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and fuch; or Icould make him fwear,
The fhes of Italy fhould not betray
Mine intereft, and his honour; or have charg'd

him,

At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orifons, for then
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kils, which I had fet
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

The Bafenefs of Falfebond to a Wife.
Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be fure they do: for certainties
Either are paft remedies; or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born, difcover to me
What both you spur and stop.

Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the capitol, join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falfehood (as
With labour), then lie peeping in an cyc,
Bafe and unluftrous as the fmoaky light
That's fed with ftinking tallow: it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell fhould at one time
Encounter fuch revolt.

Imogen's Bedchamber; in one Part of it a large
Trunk.

Imogen is difcovered reading.

Imo.
-Mine eyes are weak:
Feld down the leaf where I have left: to bed:
Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canft awake by four o' th' clock,
I pr'ythee, call me.-Sleep hath feiz'd me wholly.
[Exit Lady.

To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me befeech ye!

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Repairs itfelf by reft: our Tarquin thus
Did foftly prefs the rufhes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'it thy bed! fresh lily!'
And whiter than the theets! That I might touch!
But kifs; one kifs!-Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do 't!-'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids,
To fee th' inclofed lights, now canopied

Under thefe windows: white and azure, lac'd;
With blue of heaven's own tinet-but my defign?
To note the chamber:-I will write all down:-
Such, and fuch, pictures; there the window: fuch
Th' adornment of her bed;-the arras, figures,
Why, fuch, and fuch:-and the contents o' the
ftory.

Ah, but fome natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables

Would teftify, t'enrich mine inventory:
And be her fenfe but as a monument,
O fleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off;
[Taking off her Bracelet.
As flippery, as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will witnefs outwardly,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breaft
As ftrongly as the confcience does within,"
A mole cinque-ipotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowflip: Here's a voucher,
Stronger than eyer law could make this fecret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and
[end?
The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading le
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