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That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like: they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery were Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands As plates* dropp'd from his pocket.

FIRM RESOLUTION. How poor an instrument May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me: Now from head to foot I am marble constant: now the fleetingt moon No planet is of mine.

CLEOPATRA'S SPEECH ON APPLYING THE ASP. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:Yare, yaret, good Iras; quick.--Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So, have


done? Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian ;—Iras, long farewell. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking.

+ Inconstant. # Mako hasto.

* Silver money.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may The gods themselves do weep!

[say, Cleo.

This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch,

[To the asp, which she applies to her breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied*! Char.

O eastern star!

Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast;
That sucks the nurse asleep?

O, break! O, break! Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,O 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 unparallel'd.




What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,

* Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.


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 hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great-
Deserves your hate: and your affections are [ness,
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust
With every minute you do change your mind; [ye?
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.



Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus,Come on, you cowards, you were got in fear, Though you were born in Rome: His bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes; Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Or all, or lose his hire.

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 extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done,

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.

Nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guardt, even there
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in his heart.



All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapturef lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malking pins Her richest lockram|| 'bout her reechy neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, win

dows, Are smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing * Privilege. + My brother posted to protect him.

# Fit. S Maid. || Best linen. Soiled with sweat and smoke.

In earnestness to see him: seld*-shown flamenst
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station I: our veild dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother,
As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,
Were slily

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 Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and Most dignifies the haver||: if it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, When with his Amazonian chin he drove The bristled** lips before him: hę bestrid An o'er-press'd Roman, and i'the consul's view Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats, When he might act the woman in the scenett, He prov'd best man i’the field, and for his meed #1 Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age Man entered thus, he waxed like a sea; And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since, He lurch'd S all swords o'the garland. For this last,

Priests. Common standing-place.

* Seldom.
§ Adorn'd.
** Bearded.


Possessor. Without a beard. ti Smooth-faced enough to act a woman's part.

SS Won.

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