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His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Cle. What, was he sad, or merry ? Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Ale. Like to the time o' th' year, between Call on him for't: but to coufound such time,

the extremes That drums him from his sport, and speaks as Of hot and cold; he was nor sad or merry. As his own state and ours—'tis to be chid (loud Cle. O well-divided disposition !-Note him, As we rate boys, who, being mature in know- Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but ledge,

(sure,

note him, Pawn' their experience to their present plea- He was not sad, for he would shine on those And so rebel to judgement.

That make their looks by his; he was not

merry; Antony,

Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou once In Egypt with his joy: but between both : Wert beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st O heavenly mingle!--Be'st thou sad or merry, Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel The violence of either thee becomes; Did famine follow; whom thou fought'stagainst, So does it no man else. Though daintily brought up, with patience The Vanity of human Wishes. more

Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink

The deeds of justest pen.

(assist The stale of horses, and the gilded puldle Men. Know, worthy Pompey, Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate That what they do delay, they not deny. then did deign

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; The thing we sue for.

[decays Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture Men. We, ignorant of ourselves, sheets,

[Alps, Beg often ourown harms, which the wise pow'rs The barks of trees thou browsed'st : on the Deny us for our good; so find we profit, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, By losing of our prayers. Which some did die to look on : and all this Pompey's Wish" for Antony's Captivity in (It wounds thine honor that I speak it now)

Pleasure. Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek Pom. I know they are in Rome together, So much as lank'd not.

Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love, Cleopatra on the absence of Anlony.

Salt Cleopatra, sotien thy wan lip! O Charmian,

[sits he? Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both ! Where think'st thou he is now? stands he? or Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?

Keep his brain fuming : Epic: sean cooks O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor, mov'st?

Even till a Lethe'd dolness. The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm

Antony's Soldiership. And burgonet of man. He's speaking now,

Pom. Menas, I did not think, Or murmuring, “ Where's my serpent of old This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his For so he calls mne; now I feed myself [Nile?" For such a petty war: his soldiership [helm With most delicious poison : think on ine

Is twice the other twain : but let us rear That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black; The higher our opinion, that our stirring And wrinkled deep in time! 'Broad-fronted Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck Cæsar,

The ne'er lust-wearied Antony. When thou wast here above the ground, I was

Antony's ingenuous Acknowledgement. A morsel for a monarch; and great Pompey

Art. The article of

my

oathWould stand, and make his eyes grow in my

Cæs. To lend me arms and aid, when I rebrow;

quir'd them; There would he anchor his aspect, and die

The which you both denied.
With looking on his life.

Ant. Neglected, rather ;
Messengers from Lovers grateful.

And then, when poison'd hours had bound How much unlike art thou Mark Antony !

From my own knowledge. As nearly as I. Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty

may, With his tinct gilded thee.

Shall not make poor my greatness, nor niy pow'r Antony's Love and Dissipation. Work without it. Truth is, that fulvia, Ale. Good friend, quoth he,

To have me out of Egypt, made wars here; Sav, "The firm Roman to great Egypt sends For which myself, the ignorant motiie, do This treasure of an oyster ; at whose foot, So far ask pardon, as bents mine honor To mend the petty present, I will piece To stoop in such a case. Her opulent throne with kingdoms : all the Lep. 'Tis nobly spoken. east,

Description of Cleopatra's Sailing doun the Say thou, shall call her mistress.” So he nodded,

Cydnus. And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold, Was beasily dumb'd by him. (spoke Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that

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The winds were love-sick with them: th' oars | I laughd him into patience: and next morn, were silver :

[ınade Ere the ninth hour, I drupk him to his bed ; Which to the tune of Autes kept stroke, and Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst The water which they beat, to follow faster, I wore his sword Philippan. As amorous of their strokes. For her own It beggar'd all description: she did lie [person,

Ambition, jealous of a too successful Friend.

O Silius! Silius ! In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue),

I have done enough: a lower place, note well,
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see
The fancy out-work nature. On each side her May make too great an act:' for learn this,

Silius,
Siood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cu- Better to leave undone, than by our deed

pids,
With divers-color'd fans, whose wind did seem

Acquire too high a fame, when him we serre's

away. To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did.

Octavia's Entrance, what it should have leen. Agr. O rare for Antony !

Why have

you stolen upon us thus? You Env. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, So many mermaids, tended her i'th' eyes,

Like Cæsar's sister : the wife of Antony And made their bends adornings. At the helm,

Should have an army for an usher, and A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle

The neighs of horses to tell of her approach, Swell with the touches of those Aow'r-soft

Long ere she did appear: the trees by th' way hands

Should have borne men; and expectation That yarely frame the office. From the barge Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust

fainted, A strange invisible perfume hils the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast

Should have ascended to the roof of heaven Her people out upon her; and Antony,

Rais'd by our populous troops. But you are Enthron'di'th' market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to th' air; which, but for vacancy, The ostentation of our love, which, left un

A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra 100, And made a gap in nature.

shown, Cleopatra's infinite Power in pleasing.

Is often left unlov'd; we should have met Age cannot wither her, por custom stale

you Her infinite variety : other women cloy

By sea and land; supplying ev'ry stage The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry,

With an augmented greeting. Where most she satisfies. For vilest things

li omen. Become themselves in her, that the holy priests in their best fortunes strong; but want will

Women are not
Bless her when she is riggish
The unsettled Humor of Lovers.

The ne'er-touch'd vestal.

[perjure Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Aleras.

Fortune forms our Judgement. Cleo. Give me soine music; music, moody

I see man's judgements are Of us that trade in love.

[food

A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Omnes. The music, ho!

To draw the inward quality after them,
Enter Mardian the Eunuch.

To suffer all alike.
Cleo. Let it alone: let's to billards : come,

Loyalty.
Charmian.

Mine honesty and I begin to square.
Char, My arm is sore, best play with Mar- The loyalty well held to fools does make
dian.

Our faith mere folly: yet, he that can endure Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch To follow with allegiance a fallin lord, play,

[Sir

Does conquer him that did his master conquer, As with a woman; come-you'll play with

And earns a place i'the story.

me, Mar. As well as I can, Madam.

Wisdom superior to Fortune. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, tho'

Wisdom and fortune combating together, it come too short,

If that the former dare but what it can,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-

No chance may shake it.
Give me mine angle-we'll to the river: there, Vicious persons infatuated by Heaven.
My music playing far off, I will betray

When we in our viciousness grow hard, Tawny-finnd fishes; my bended hook shall (O misery on't!) the wise gods seal our eyes pierce

In our own filth, drop our clear judgements, Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,

make us I'll think them every one an Antony, Adore our errors ; laugh at us; while we strut And say, Ah, ha! you are caught.

To our confusion. Char. 'Twas merry, when

Fury expels Fear. [rious You wager'd on your angling; when your Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be fue diver

Is to be frighted out of fear: and, in that mood, Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still With fervency drew up.

A diminution in our captain's brain Cleo. That time!-0 times !

Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason I laugh'd him out of patience ; and that night It eats the sword it fights with.

A Master taking Leave of his Servants. Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Tend me to-night;

Was Antony ! most noble Antony! May be, it is the period of your duty : Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Haply, you shall not see me more; or

or if, The name of Antony; it was divided A mangled shadow. Perchance to-morrow Between her heart and lips : she render'd life, You'll serve another master. I look on you

Thy name so buried in her. As one that takes his leave. Mine honest

Cleopatra on the Death of Antony. friends,

It were for me I turn you not away; but, like a master, To throw my sceptre at th' injurious gods ; Married to your good service, stay till death :

To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,

Till they had stoľn our jewel. . All's but And the gods yield you for it.

nought; Early Rising the Way to Eminence.

Patience is sottish ; and impatience does This morning, like the spirit of a youth Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin, That means to be of note, begins betimes.

To rush into the secret house of death, [men? Antony to Cleopatra on his return with Victory. Ere death dare come to us? How do you, wo

O, thou day o'th' world, [all, What, what? good cheer! Why how now, Chain mine arm'd neck ; leap thou, attire and

Charinian? Through proof of harness to my heart, and there My noble girls!—Ah women, women! Look, Ride on the pants triumphing. Louthed Life.

Our lamp is spent, it's out :-Good sirs, take heart:

[what's noble, O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,

We'll bury him: and then, what's brave,
The poisonous damp, of night dispunge upon Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
That life, a very rebel to my will, [me; And make death proud to take us. Come away:
May hang no longer on me.

This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Antony's Despondency.

Death.
Oh sun, thy uprise shall I see no more :
Fortune and Aniony part here ; even here

My desolation does begin to make Do we shake hands. 'All come to this! The A better life: 'tis paltry to be Cæsar ; hearts

Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave

A minister of her will; and it is great Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; On blossoming Cæsar ; and this pine is bark’d, which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,

Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; That over-topp'd them all. Departing Greatness.

The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's. The soul and body rive not more in parting Cleopatra's Dream, and Description of Antony. Than greatness going off.

Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor
Antony on his faded Glory.

Antony;
Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragon- o, such another sleep, that I might see
A

vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, [ish; But such another man! A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

Dol. If it might please you

[in stuck A forked mountain, or blue promontory,

Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and thereWith trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, A sun and moon; which kept their course, And mock our eyes with air :- Thou hast seen The little O, the earth. [and lighted these signs;

Dol. Most sovereign creature- (arm They are black vesper's pageants.

Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd Eros. Ay, my lord.

Crested the world : his voice was propertied Ant. That which is now a horse, even with As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; a thought

But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, As water is in water.

There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas Eros. It does, my lord.

[tain is That grew the more by reaping; his delights Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy cap- Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above Eren such a body: here I am Antony, The element they liv'd in; in his livery Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen, As plates dropt from his pocket. [islands were Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;

Firm Resolution. Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto't

How poor an instrument A million more, now lost; she, Eros, has

May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Unto an enemy's triumph.

[glory of woinan in me: now from head to foot Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us

I am marble constant: now the fleeting moon Ourselves to end ourselves,

No planet is of mine.
Description of Cleopatra's (supposed) Death.
Death of one person can be paid but once;

Cleopatra's Speech on applying the Asp. And that she has discharged. What thou Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have wouldst do,

Immortal longings in me. Now no more

men

The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Yare, yare, good Iras, quick-methinks, I hear Him vile that was your garland.
Antony call; I see him rouse himself

Aufidius's Hatred to Coriolanus.
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock

-Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give me

Being naked, sick ; nor fane nor Capitol, T excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come : The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, Now to that name, my courage, prove my title ! Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up I am fire, and air; ny other elements

Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst I give to baser life. So,-have you done? Come then, and take the last warınth of my lips: Ai home, upon my brother's guard, even there,

My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. Against the hospitable canon, would I

[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part,

An imaginary Description of Coriolanus warThe stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,

ring. Which hurts , and is desired Dostihou lie still? See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ;

Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; If thus thou vanishest, thou tellst the world It is not worth leave-taking.

As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning

him : Char Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I

[thus, — The gods themselves do weep. [may say,

Methinks I see him stamp thus,-and call Cleo This proves me base

“ Come on, ye cowards! ye were got in fear, If she first meet the curled Antony,

Though ye were born in Rome :" his bloody

brow He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss

[goes Which is my heaven to have. "Come, thou With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he mortal wretch,

Like to a harvest man, that's task'd to mow [To the asp, which she applies to her breast.]

Or all, or lose his hire.

[blood ! With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate

Virge. His bloody brow! Oh, Jupiter, no Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Be angry and dispatch.' 0, couldst thou speak, Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass,

When she did suckle Hector, looked not love

Jier Unpolicy'd !

[blood Char. O, eastern star.

Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth Cleo. Peace, peace!

At Grecian swords contending. Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,

Doing our Duty merits not Praise. That sucks the nurse asleep?

Pray now, no more: my mother, Char. O, break, O, break! [gentle who has a charter to extol her blood,

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as When she does praise me, grieves me : I have O Antony! Nay, I will take thee 100:

done,

[duc'd [Applying anolher Asp. As you have done ; that's what I can! inWhat should I stay

[Dies. As you have been ; that's for my country : Char. In this wide world? so, fare thee well. He that has but effected his good will, Now, boast, thee, death! in thy possession lies Hath overta'en mine act. A lass unparalleld.

Popularity. [sights

All tongues speak of him; and the bleared $16. CORIOLANUS. SHAKSPBARE.

Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling nurse

Into a rapture lets her baby cry,
Mob.
What would you have, you curs !

While she chats him : the kitchen malkin pins

Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, That like nor peace nor war ? The one affrights Clamb'ring the walls to eye him: stalls, busks, you,

you,

windows, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to Where he should find you lions, finds you with variable complexions; all agreeing

Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd hares;

In earnestness to see him : seld-shown flamens Where foxes, geese ; you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Do press among the popular throngs, and puff Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, (him, Commit the war of white and damask, in

To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames To make him worthy, whose offence subdues And curse that justíce did it. Who deserves Of Phæbus burning kisses : such a pother,

Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil greatness,

As if that whatsoever god, who leads him, Deserves your hate : and your affections are

Were slily crept into his human powers, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that

And gave him graceful posture. Which would increase his evil. He that depends

Cominius' Speech in the Senate. Upon yonr favors, swims with fins of lead, I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye,- Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held trust ye?

That valor is the chiefest virtue, and With every minute you do change a mind; Most dignifies the haver: if it be,

take up

The man I speak of cannot in the world Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant Be singly counterpois'd. Ai sixteen years, More learned than the ears), waving thy head, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, fought

Now huinble, as the ripest mulberry, [them, Beyond the mark of others; our then dictator, That will not hold the handling ; or, say to Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, Thou art their soldier, and, being bred in broils, When with his Amazonian chin he drove Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, The bristled lips before him : he bestrid Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, An o'er-prest Roman, and i' the consul's view In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far And struck him on his knee; in that day's | As thou hast power and person.

feats, When he might act the woman in the scene,

Coriolanus : his Abhorrence of Flattery,

Well, I must do't : He prov'd best man i' the field, and for his

Away, my disposition, and possess me meed Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil-age which quir'd with my drum, into a pipe,

Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Man-entered thus, he waxed like a sea ; And in the brunt of seventeen battles since,

Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice He lurch'd all swords o' the garland. For this That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves Before, and in Corioli, let me say,

[last,

Tent in my cheeks ; and school-boy's tears I cannot speak him bome: he stopp.d the flyers; The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue And, by his rare example, made the coward Turn terror into sport : As waves before

Make motion through my lips; and my arm’d A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, , [stamp) Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his

knees, And fell below his stem : his sword (death's That hath receiv'd an alms!—I will not do'tWhere it did mark, it took; from face to foot Lest I surcease to honor mine own truth, He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was tim'd with dying cries ; alone he enter'd And, by my body's action, teach my mind

A most inherent baseness. The mortal gate of the city, which he painted With shunless destiny; aidless came off, His Mother's Resolution on his stubborn Pride. And with a sudden reinforcement struck

At thy choice, then : Corioli, like a planet. Now all's his : To beg of thee, it is my more dishonor When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce Than thou of them. Come all to ruin : let His ready sense, then straight his doubled spirit Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Rezuickend what in flesh was fatigate, Thy dang'rous stoutness : for I mock at death And to the battle came he; where he did With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list. Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it 'Twere a perpetual spoil : aud till we callid But own thy pride thyself. [from me Both field and city ours, he never stood To ease his breast with panting.

His Detestation of the Valgar,

You common cry of curs ! whose breath I The Mischief of Anarchy.

hate, My soul aches,

As reek o'the rotten fens; whose loves I prize To know, when two authorities are up, As the dead carcases of unburied men, Neither supreine, how soon confusion

That do corrupt my air : I banish you ; May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take And here remain with your uncertainty ! The one by the other.

Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts ! Character of Coriolanus.

Your enemies with nodding of their plumes His nature is too noble for the world : Fan you into despair ! have the power still He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, To banish your defenders : till at length Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels, his mouth;

(vent; Making not reservation of yourselves,
What his breast forges, that his tongue must Still your own foes), deliver you, as most
And, being angry, does forget that ever Abated captives, to some nation
He heard the name of death.

That won you without blows.
Honor and Policy.

Precepts against IIl-fortune.
I've heard you say,

-You were us'd
Honor and policy, like unsever'd friends,

To say, extremities were the triers of spirits ; I'the war do grow together : grant that, and That common chances common men could

bear; lo peace, what each of them by th' other loss, That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike, That they combine not there !

Show'd mastership in floating. Fortune's The Method to gain popular Favor.

blows,

[ed, crave Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; When most struck home, being gentle woundAnd thus far having stretch'd it (here be with A noble cunning. You were used to load me them),

[siness, With precepts that would make invincible Thy knee bussing the stones (for in such bu- The heart that conn'd them.

tell me,

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