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On Common Friendships.
Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Oh, world, thy slippery turns ! Friends now As if a man were author of himself, fast sworn,
And knew no other kin. Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Relenting Tenderness. Whose bours, whose bed, whose meal, and
Like a dull actor now, exercise,
I have forgot my part, and I am out, Are still together, who twin, 'twere, in love,
Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Unseparable, shall within this hour,
Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, On a dissension of a doit, break out
For that, forgive our Romans.-0, a kiss, To bitterest enmity. So fellest foes,
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Whose passions and whose plots have broke Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss their sleep
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip To take the one the other, by some chance, Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear And the inost noble mother of the world friends,
Leave unsaluted : sink, my knee, i'th' earth; And interjoin their issues.
Of thy deep duty more impression show
Than that of common sons.
The noble sister of Publicola, My grained ash an hundred times hath brok The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, And scarr’d the moon with splinters ! here i That's curded by the frost from purest snow, 'I he anvil of my sword ; and do contest [clip And hangs on Dian's temple. As botly and as nobly with thy love,
Coriolanus's Prayer for his Son. As ever in ambitious strength I did
-The god of soldiers, Contend against thy valor. Know thou first, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform I lov'd the maid I married, never man
Thy thoughts with nobleness, that thou mayst Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here,
prove Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, To shame invulnerable, and stick i' the wars Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! | And saving those that eye thee! tell thee
Coriolunus's Mother's pathetic Speech to him. We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
-Think with thyself, Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, How more unfortunate than all living women Or lose my arm for't i thou hast beat me out Are we come hither : since that thy sight, Twelve several times; and I have nightly since which should Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance We have been down together in my sleep,
[sorrow : Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and And wak'd half-dead with nothing.
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
The son, the husband, and the father, tearing The Season of Solicitation. He was not taken well'; he had not din'd :
His country's bowels out.
And to poor we The veins unfilld, our blood is cold, and then Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us We pout upon the morning, are unapt That all but we enjoy. To give or to forgive; but when we have stuffd
-We must find These pipes and these conveyances of our blood, An evident calamity, though we had. [thou With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
Our wish, which side should win : for either Till he be dieted to my request. [watch him with manacles along our streets; or else Obstinate Resolution.
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin ; My wife comes foremost ; then the honor'd And bear the palm, for having bravely shed mould
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her I purpose not to wait on furtune, till [thee, hand
These wars determine: if I cannot persuade The grand-child to her blood-But, out, af- Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner Let it be virtuous to be obstinate :- [eyes,
March to assault thy country, than to tread What is that curt'sy worth ? or those dove's (Trust to't thou shalt not) on thy mother's Which can make gods forsworn! I melt, and That brought thee to this world. (womb, am not
Peace after a Siege. Of stronger earth than others !-my mother Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown As if Olympus to a mole-bill should
[hark you ; In supplication nod; and my young boy As the recomforted through the gates. Why Hath an aspect of intercession, wbich The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Great nature cries, deny not.---Let the Volsces Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Plough Rome, and barrow Italy; I'll never Make the sun dance.
§ 17. CYMBELINE. SHAKSPEARE.
Froin fairies, and the tempters of the night,
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
Repairs itself by rest : our Tarquin thus
Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
Of space had pointed him as sharp as my needle: But kiss; one kiss !-Rubies unparagon'd
Perfumes the chamber thus; the flame o' the
Bows towards her ;
and would under-peep her
Tò see th' inclosed lights, now canopied [lids
With blue of heaven's own tinct--but my de-
To note the chamber :- I will write all down.
The shes of Italy should not betray
Th' adornment of her bed ;-the arras, figures,
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf'sturn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up; I have enough:
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
, you dragons of the night! that
With labor), then lie peeping in an eye, May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
[He goes into the 'I'runk; the Scene closes.
Mine eyes are weak: Which makes the truc man kill'd, and saves
A Satire on Women,
[Exit Lady. Is there no way for men to be, but women
And that most venerable man, which I That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is Did call my father, was I know not where
foolery. When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his Go bid my woman feign a sickness ; say, (sently tools
She 'll home t' her father: and provide me preMade nie a counterfeit: yet my mother seem's A riding suit; no costlier than would fit The Diin o'that time; so doth my wife A franklin's housewife. The nonpareil of this.-0, vengeance! ven- Pis. Madam, you 're best consider.
Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, , Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with That I cannot look through. A way I pr’ythee, A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on 't Do as I bid thee : there's no more to say; Might well have warm’d old Saturn ;—that I Accessible is none but Milford way. thought her
A Forest, with a Cave, in Wales. As chaste as unsumn'd snow.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. ... Could I find out
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with The woman's part in me!-for there's no mo- such
[gate That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Whose roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys; this It is the woman's part : be it lying, note it, Instructs you how t'adore the heavens! and The woman's, flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
[narchs Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, To morning's holy office. The gates of mohers;
[dain, Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, dis- And keep their impious turbans on, without Nice-longings, slanders, inutability: Good-morrow to the sun-Hail thou fair All faults that name, nay, that hell knows, heaven! why, hers;
We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly In part, or all; but, rather, all: for even to vice As prouder livers do. They are not constant, but are changing still, Guid. Hail, heaven! One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Arv. Hail, heaven!
[yon hill :
"That it is place which lessens, and sets off. A Wife's Impatience to meet her Husband.
And you may then revolve what tales I've told O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, you, Pisanio?
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war : He is at Milford-Haven : read, and tell me This service is not service, so being done, How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs But being so allow'd : To apprehend thus, May plod it in a week, why may not I Draws us a profit from all things we see; Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio, And often, to our comfort, shall we find (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord, who The sharded beetle in a safer hold long'st
Than is the full-wing’d eagle. O, this life O, let me 'bate--but not like me:-yet longost, Is pobler, than attending for a check ; But in a fainter kind :-0, not like me; Richer, than doing nothing for a bauble! For mine's beyond beyond)---say, and speak Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk : thick,
Such gain the cap of him that makes them fine, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of Yet keeps his book uncross'd; no life to ours. 'hearing
Guid. Out of your proof you speak; we, poor To the smothering of the sense)- how far it is unfledg d, To this same blessed Milford: And, by th’ way Have never wing’d from view oʻthe nest; nor Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
know not T" inherit such a haven: But first of all, What air 's from home. Haply, this life is best How may we steal from hence; and for the gap If quiet life be best; sweeter to you, That we shall make in time, from our hence. That have a sharper known; well correspond. going,
(hence? With your stiff age ; but, unto us, it is (ing And our return, t'excuse : but first, how get A cell’of ignorance; travelling a-bed ; Why should excuse be born, or e'er begot? A prison for a debtor that not dares We'll talk of that hereafter : Prythee, speak, To stride a limit. How many score of miles may we well ríde Arv. What should we speak of 'Twixt hour and hour?
When we are as old as you?' when we shall hear Pis. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, The rain and wind beat dark December, how, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, The freezing hours away? We have seen noman,
thing: Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey : wagers,
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat : Where horses have been uimbler than the sand Our valor is, to chase what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
Slander. And sing our bondage freely.
-No, 'tis slander, Bel. How you speak!
Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose Did you but know the city's usuries, [court, tongue,
[breath And felt them knowingly: the heart o' the Out-venoms all the worms of Nile : whose As hard to leave, as keep ; whose top to climb Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie Is certain falling, or so slipp ry, that
All corners of the world : Kings, queens, and The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of the war,
states, A pain that only seems to seek out danger Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, I the name of fame, and honor : which dies This viperous slander enters. i the search;
A Wife's Innocency. And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph,
False to his bed? What is it io be false? As record of fair act; nay, many times To lie in watch there, and to think on him ? Doth ill deserve, by doing well; what's worse, To weep 'twixt clock and clock ?-If sleep Most eurt'sy at the censure: 0, boys, this story charge nature, The world may read in me: my body's mark'To break it with a fearful dream of him, With Roman swords; and my report was once and cry myself awake? That’s false to 's bed? First with the best of note: Cyinbeline lov'd me, And when a soldier was the theme, my name
Woman in Man's Dress. Was not far off: then was I as a tree
You must forget to be a woman; change Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in (The handmaids of all women, or more truly
Command into obedience; fear and niceness one night, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will,
Woman its pretty self), to a waggish courage, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you must
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and And left me bare to weather. [leaves, Gaid. Uncertain favor!
that rarest treasure of your cheek,
[you oft) But that iwo villains, whose false oaths pre- Of common kissing Titan ; and forget Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told Exposing it (but O, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch sail'd Before my perfect honor, swore to Cymbeline, You made great Juno angry.
Your laborsome and dainty trims, wherein I was confederate with the Romans : so Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty
The Forest and Cave. years,
Enter Imogen in Boy's Clothes. This rock; and these demesnes, have been my Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid I've tir'd myself; and for two nights together More pious debts to heaven,
than in all (tains; Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, The fore-end of my time. But up to the moun- But that my resolution helps me.
e.- Milford, This is not hunter's language : he that strikes When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd The venison first, shall be the lord oʻth' feast; thee, To him the other two shall minister; Thou wast within a ken. O, Jove! I think, And we will fear no poison, which attends Foupdations fly the wretched : such, I mean, la place of greater state.
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars The Force of Nature.
told me, How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! I could not miss my way: will poor
folks lie These boys know liule, they are sons to th' king; That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. A punishment, or trial ? Yes: no wonder, They think they 're mine: and though traind when rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in up thus meanly
fulness I the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood do hit
Is worse in kinys than beggars.--My dear lord ! The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, Thou art one o' the false ones : now I think on In simple and low things, to prince it, much thee, Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, My hunger 's gone ; but even before I was, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom Ai point to sink for food.-But what is this? The king his father call'd Guiderius, Jove !
[Seeing the Cave. When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell Here is a path to it :-'tis some savage hold; The warlike feats I've done, his spirits fly out I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, Into my story: say—thus mine enemy fell; Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. And thus I set my font on his neck ;-even then Plenty and peace breed cowards : hardness ever The princely blood flows in his cheek, he Of hardiness is mother. sweats, [posture
Lalour. Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in
-Weariness That acts my words. The younger brother, Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Cadwal,
Finds the down pillow hard. (Once, Arviragus) in as like a figure (more
Harmless Innocence. Strikes life into my speech, and shows much Imo. Good inasters, harm me not: His own conceiving.
Before I entered here, I call'd ; and thought
To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : Guid. Why, he but sleeps : good troth,
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; I have stolen nought; nor would not, though With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, I had found
(meat : And worms will not come to thee. Gold strew'd o'th'floor. Here's money for my
Arv. With fairest flowers, I would have left it on the board, so soon While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, As I had made my meal; and parted I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack With prayers for the provider.
The flow'r that's like thy face, pale primrose; Guid. Money, youth?
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor As 'tis no better reckond, but of those The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Who worship dirty gods.
Out-sweetend not thy breath; the ruddock Braggart.
would To whom? to thee? What art thou? 'Have With charitable bill (O bill sore shaming An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers le Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not Without a monument!) bring thee all this ; My dagger in my mouth.
-Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flow'rs are
see, med'cine the less : mean, to man, he had not apprehension
for Cloten Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment Is of the cure of fear.
Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys ;
And, though he came our enemy, remember Inborn Royalty
He was paid for that: though mean and mighty 0, thou goddess,
rotting Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Together have one dust ; yet reverence. In these two princely boys! They are as gentle (That angel of the world) doth make distinction As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was
Guid. Pray you fetch him hither.
Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages; Enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in his Arms.
Thou thy worldly task hast done, Bel. Look, here he comes,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. The bird is dead
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, That we have made so much on. I had rather
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Guid. Fear no more the lighıning fash,
Guid. Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan. The ooze, io show what coast thy sluggish crare
Imogen awaking. Might eas'liest harbor in? Thou blessed thing! Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven ; which is the Jove knows what_man thou mightst have made; but I,
I thank you by yond' bush ? pray how fær Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy! thither? How found you him?
'Ods pitikins !--can it be six miles yet? Aru. Stark, as you see,
I have gone all night-'faith, I 'll lie down and Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, sleep: Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right But soft! no bedfellow: -20 gods and goddesses ! Reposing on a cushion. [cheek
[Seeing the body. Guid. Where?
These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; Arv. O'the floor :
[put This bloody man, the careon't. I hope I dream; His arms thas leagued : I thought he slept; and For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, My clouted brogues from off iny feet, whose And cook to honest creatures : but 'tis not so : Answer'd my steps too loud. [rudeness / 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing