Emi. O Heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold, To lash the rascals naked through the world, Oth. I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Mene. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find our profit, Eno. I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;* The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, In her pavilion-cloth-of-gold of tissue- Agr. So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, Eno. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Cleo. Mac. The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.-Act 2, Sc. 5. Never anger Made good guard for itself.—Act 4, Sc. I. * Dryden, in "All for Love," Act 3, Scene I, has imitated these exquisite lines. Ant. Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish ; A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.-Act 4, Sc. 14. CYMBELINE. SONG. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin Cloien. Arise, arise.*-Act 2, Sc. 3. 'Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold *The same idea has also been expressed by an older poet (1584):"None but the lark so shril and clear, How at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings." "Alexander and Campaspe," by John Lyley, Act 5, Sc. 1. And again by Shakespeare, in "Venus and Adonis," line 853. Posthumus. For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, They are not constant, but are changing still Belarius. The gates of monarchs Pisanio. Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Imogen. Men's vows are women's traitors.—Act 3, Sc. 4. Imogen. Bel. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Guiderius. For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great; 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.-Act 4, Sc. 2. Pisanio. All other doubts by time let them be clear'd; Cym. By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death PERICLES. Pericles. For death remember'd, should be like a mirror, Who tells us life's but breath; to trust it, error. Act 1, Sc. I. Per. One sin, I know, another doth provoke ; Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame :-Act I, Sc. I. |