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Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia is Cas. Ha! Portia ?

[dead. Bru. She is dead.

Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you O insupportable and touching loss! [so?Upon what sickness ? Bru.

Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong ;—for with her

death That tidings came.- With this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

Cas. And died so?
Bru. Even so.
Cas. O ye immortal gods!

Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl

of wine :In this I'll bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge: Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love. [Drinks.



There is a tide in the affairs of

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.



Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble

That ever Brutus will


bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why, then, lead on.—0, that a man might

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known.

MELANCHOLY, THE PARENT OF ERROR. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not! O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

This was the noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy

He, only, in a general honest thought,

of great

And common good to all, made one of them,
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!


ACT 1.

Let it be so,—Thy truth then be thy dower :
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun;
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operations of the orbs,
From whence we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity* and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee from thist, for ever. The barbarous

Or he that makes his generation messes

gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter,

BASTARDY. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: Wherefore should I Stand in the plagues of custom; and permit The curiosityll of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? wherefore base ?

* Kindred. + From this time. His children. $ The injustice.

|| The nicety of civil institution.



dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base ? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality, Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, Got 'tween asleep and wake?


ASTROLOGY RIDICULED. This is the excellent foppery of the world! that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity: fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers*, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail; and my nativity was under ursa majort; so that it follows, I am rough and lecherous.-Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled at my bastardizing.


Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster!

* Traitors.

of Great Bear, the constellation so named.

A FATHER'S CURSE ON HIS CHILD. Hear, nature, hear; Dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful! Into her womb convey sterility! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate* body never spring A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen; that it may live, And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her! Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth ; With cadentt tears fret channels in her cheeks; Turn all her mother's pains, and benefits, To laughter and contempt; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child !


FLATTERING SYCOPHANTS. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain [these, Which are too intrinse tunloose! smooth every That in the natures of their lords rebels ; [passion Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; Reneges, affirm, and turn their halcyon | beaks With every gale and vary of their masters, As knowing nought, like dogs, but following:

* Degraded. + Falling.

+ Perplexed.

§ Disowned. || The bird called the king-fisher, which, when dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his bill to the point from whence the wind blows.

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