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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 hours, whose bed, whose meal, and

Like a dull actor now,

I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Are still iogether, who twin, 'were, 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
Marliul Friendship.

Than that of common sons.
Let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where against

The noble sister of Publicola, My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, 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, The anvil of iny sword ; and do contest [clip And hangs on Dian's temple. As hotly 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 Sighid 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

Coriolanus'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: 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 Aow with joy, hearts dance We have been down together in my sleep,

with comforts,

[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

Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort 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. Our wish, which side should win : for either Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll Must, as a foreign recreant, be led Till he be dieted to my request. [watch him with mapacles 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 fortune, 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 io a mole-bill should

tide, In supplication nod; and my young boy As the recomforted through the gaies. Why Hath an aspect of intercession, wbich The trumpets, sack buts, 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.

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Froin fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beseech ye!

[Sleeps. Parting Lovers.

Iachimo rises from the Trunk. Imo. Thou shouldst have made him

lach. The crickets sing, and man's, o'er

labor'd sense As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him.

Repairs itself by rest : our Tarquin thus Pis. Madam, so I did.

Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd Imo. I would have broke my eye-strings; How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!

The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, crack'd 'em, but

And whiter than the sheets! That I might To look upon him : till the diminution

touch! Of space had pointed him as sharp as my needle:

But kiss; one

kiss !-Rubies Nay, follow'd him, till he had melied from How dearly they do 't!—Tis her breathing that

unparagon'd The smallness of a gnat to air : and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good

Perfumes the chamber thus; the flame o' the When shall we hear from him? [Pisanio,


Bows Pis. Be assur’d, madam,

towards her; and would under-peep her With his next vantage.

To see th' inclosed lights, now canopied [lids Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Under these windows: white and azure, lac'd Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, With blue of heaven's own tinct--but my deHow I would think of him, at certain hours,

sign? Such thoughts, and such ; or I would make Such, and such, pictures; there the window :

To note the chamber :- I will write all down.him swear,

such The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honor; or have charg: Why, such, and such :—and the contents o

Th'adornment of her bed ;-the arras, figures, him,

(night, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midTo encounter me with orisons, for then

Ah, but some natural notes about her body,

Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Iamn in heaven for him ; or ere I could

Would testify t' enrich mine inventory:
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my And be her sense but as a monument,

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off;
Shakes all our buds from growing.

(Taking off her braceles.

As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard ! The Baseness of Falsehood to a Wife.

'Tis mine: and this will witness outwardly,

As strongly as the conscience does within, Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more To the madding of her lord. On her left breast Than to be sure they do: for certainties Either are past remedies ; or, timely knowing, I' bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher,

A mole cinque spotted, like the crimson drops The remedy then born, discover to me

Stronger than erer law could make: this secret What both you spur and stop.

Will force him think I have pick'd the lock lach. Had I this cheek (touch, and ta'en

(what end? To bathe my lips npon : this hand, whose The treasure of her honor. No 'nore.-To Whose every touch would force the feeler's Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, soul

Screw'd to my memory? She had been reading To the oath of loyalty; this object, which

late Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf'sturn'd down, Fixing it only here: should I (damn'd then)

Where Philomel gave up ;--I have enough: Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. That mount the capitol, join gripes with hands Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that Made hard with hourly falshood (as

dawning With labor), then lie peeping in an eye,

May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Base and uplustrous as the smoky light

Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. That is fed with stinking tallow it were fit, [He goes into the 'l'runk; the Scene closes. That all the plagues of hell should at one time

Gold. Encounter such revolt.

"Tis gold

makes Imogen's Bed-chamber; in one part of it a

Which buys admittance: oft it doth: yea, and large Trunk,

Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: anu 'tis Imogen is discovered reading.

gold Jmo.

-Mine eyes are weak: Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed : the thief : Take not away the taper, leave it burning ; Nay sometime hangs both thief and true mans. And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock, What can it not do, and undo? I pr’ythee call me--Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

A Sutire on Women,

[Exit Lady. Is there no way for men to be, but women To your protection I commend me, gods !

Must be hall-workers? We we all bastards;

bows you

The very

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 iny woman feigna sickness; say, [sently tools

She'll home t' her father: and provide me preMade nie a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd 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. geance !

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 Arriragus. .. Could I find out

[tion 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: Not half so old as that. I'll write against thein, Bel. Now for our mountain sport : up to Detest them, curse them :-yet'tis greater skill | Your legs are young! I'll tread these flais. In a true hate, to pray they have their will :

Consider, devils cannot plague them better. When you above perceive me like a crow,

"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 ! Draws us a profit from all things we see ; Glide' thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio, Aud 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 0, let me 'bate-but not like me:

:-yet long'st, Is nobler, 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 o' the nest; por 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 tine, from our hence- That have a sharper known; well correspondgoing,

(hence? With your stiff age ; but, unto us, it is Cing 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 : Pr’ythee, speak, To stride a limit. How many score of iniles may we well ride 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,


[breath And felt them knowingly: the heart o' the Out-venoms all the worms of Nile : whose As hard to leave, as keep; whose lop 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 Must curt'sy at the censure: 0, boys, this story charge nature, The world may read in me: my body's mark'd 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: Cymbeline 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,

Woman its pretty self), to a waggish courage, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, 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, Guid. Uncertain favor!

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,

[you oft) Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told Exposing it (but O, the harder heart! But that iwo rillains, whose false oaths pre- Of common kissing Titan; and forget

Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch vailla

Your laborsome and dainty trims, wherein Before my perfect honor, swore to Cymbeline,

You made great Juno angry.
I was confederate with the Romans : so
Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty

The Forest and Cave.

[world: 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 - 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 o’th' 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 Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean, In place of greater state.

Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars The Force of Nature. 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 train'd When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in thus meanly

fulness l' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts Is sorer than to lie for need ; and falsehood do hit

Is worse in kings 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 At 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 Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. And thus I set my foot 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,


Lalour. Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in

-Weariness That acts my words. The younger brother, Can snore upon the Aint, when resty sloth Cadwal,

Finds the down pillow hard. (Once, Arviragus) in as like a figure (more

Barmless Innocence. Strikes life into my speech, and shows much Imo. Good masters, harm me not: His own conceiving.

Before I entered here, I calld; and thought


told me,




[not I

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 reckon'd, but of those The leaf of eglanline, whom not to slander, Who worship dirty gods.

Out-sweetend not thy breath; the ruddock

would Braggart. 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 lie 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
To winter-ground thy corse-

[none, Fool-hardiness.

-Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension

Bel. Great griefs, I see, med’cine the less :

i ,

for Cloten Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment Is oft 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 Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough

princely; Their royal blood enchaf’d, as the rud'st wind, and though you took his life, as being our foe, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, Yet bury him as a prince. And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful

Guid. Pray you fetch him hither.
That an invisible instinct should frame them

Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
To royalty unlearn'd; honor untaught; When neither are alive.
Civility not seen from other; valor,
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop, Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

Funereal Dirge.
As if it had been sow'd!

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,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
Of what we blame him for!

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:
To have turn'd my leaping time into a cruich,
Than have seen this.

The sceptre, learning, physic, must Guid. O, sweetest, fairest lily!

All follow this, and come to dust. My brother wears thee not the one half so well, Gaid. Fear no more the lighuning flash, As wher thou grew'st thyself.

Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ;

Guid. Fear not slander, censure rash;
Bel. O, melancholy !
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find

Arv. Thou hast finishi'd joy and moan. 'The ooze, io show what coast thy sluggish crare

Imogen araking. 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? Atv. 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 bed fellow:-0 gods and goddesses ! Reposing on a cushion.


[Seeing the body. Guid. Where?

These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; Arv. O'the foor:

[put This bloody man, the careon't. I hope I dream; His arms thus leagued : I thought he slept; and For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, My clouted brogues from off any 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,


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