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But when he meant to quail* and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping: His delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they lived in: In his livery
Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands
As platest 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, yare,f 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 Cesar, 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. --S0,--have you 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 tellist the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may
The gods themselves do weep!
Cleo.

say, * Crush. t-Silver money. # Inconstant. $ Make haste.

This proves me base:
If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demands 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, could'st thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cesar, ass Unpolicied !* Char.

O eastern star!
Cleo.

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

0, break! 0, 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 arn. 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 lics A lass unparallel'd.

CORIOLANUS.

ACT I.

A MOB.

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 hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues bim, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great

ness,

* Unpolitic to leave me to myself.

Deserves your hate, and your affections are
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

ye?
With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.

AN IMAGINARY DESCRIPTION OF CORIOLANUS

WARRING.

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! O, 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,
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.

AUFIDIOS'S HATRED TO CORIOLANUS.
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

* Privilege.

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Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
At home upon my brother's guard,* even there
Against the hospitable cannon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in his heart.

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ACT II,

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 him: the kitchen malkini pins
Her richest lockramg 'bout her reechy|| neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, wine

dows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him: seld T-shown flamens**
Do

press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station :ft our veilid dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawdedit cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phæbus 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
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 ali praise I point at, saw himn fight,
* My brother posted to protect him. | Fit. Maid.
Best Jinen. Il Soiled with sweat and smoke.

Seldom. ** Priests. ++ Common standing-placo 11 Adorn'd $$ Possessor.

When with his Amazonian chin* he drove
The bristledt lips before him: he 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 seats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupilage
Man entered thus, he waxed like a sea;
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
He lurch'd|| all swords o' the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: He stopp'd the fliers:
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp)
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion T
Was timed** with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny, aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli, like a planet: now all's his:
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense: then straight his doubled spirit
Requicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, tt
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
"Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting."

ACT HI.
THE MISCHIEF OF ANARCHY.
My soul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
* Without a beard.

| Bearded. * Smooth-faced enough to act a woman's part. § Reward. Il Won. IT Stroke. ** Followed. # Wearied.

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