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If she first meet the curled Antony,
[To the Asp, which she applies to her breast.
Char. 0, eastern star!
0, break! O, break! Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,0, Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :
[Applying another Asp to her Arm. What should I stay – [Falls on a Bed, and dies.
Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well. — Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies A lass unparalleld.
What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstones in the sun. Your virtue is,
* Unpolicied, to leave me to myself.
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum;
Vir. His bloody brow! 0, Jupiter, no blood !
Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Than gilt his trophy. The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood At Grecian swords' contending.
DOING OUR DUTY MERITS NOT PRAISE. Pray now, no more, my mother, Who has a charter* to her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done, As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country: He, that has but effected his good will, Hath overta'en mine act. AUFIDIUS'S HATRED TO CORIOLANUS.
Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
POPULARITY. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapturet lets her baby cry, While she chats bim : the kitchen malkini pins Her richest lockram $ 'bout her reechy || neck, (dows, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, winAre smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him: seld f-shown flamens ** Do press among the popular throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station tt: our veil'd dames Commit the war of white and damask, in Their nicely-gawded If cheeks, to the wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother, As if that whatsoever god, who leads him, Were slily crept into his human powers, And gave him graceful posture.
COMINIUS'S PRAISE OF CORIOLANUS IN THE SENATE.
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
My brother posted to protect him. + Fit. # Maid.
♡ Best linen || Soiled with sweat and smoke. | Seldom. ** Priests. tt Common standing-place. 11 Adorn’d. $$ Possessor.
The man I speak of cannot in the world
* Without a beard.
+ Bearded. Smooth-faced enough to play a woman's part. Reward. || Won. Stroke.
** Followed. It Wearied,
THE MISCHIEF OF ANARCHY.
My soul aches,
CHARACTER OF CORIOLANUS.
mouth: What his breast forges that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
HONOUR AND POLICY.
I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by the other lose, That they combine not there. CORIOLANUS'S ABHORRENCE OF FLATTERY.
Well, I must do't: Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn’d, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lull asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent* in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees, Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his That bath receiv'd an alms! I will not do't: Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, And, by my body's action, teach my mind A most inherent baseness.