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The gods themselves do weep!
This proves me base:
[ 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!
0, break! 0, break. Cleo. As sweet as balm, as sost 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.
A MOB. WHAT would you have, you curse, 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
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
* Unpolitic to leave me to myself.,
Deserves your hate: and your affections are
AN IMAGINARY DESCRIPTION OF CORIOLANUS
Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum;
Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood!
it more becomes a man,
DOING OUR DUTY MERITS NOT PRAISE.
Pray, now, no more: my mother,
AUFIDIUS'S HATRED TO CORIOLANUS.
prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your práttling nurse Into a rapturet lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malkinf pins Her richest lockrams 'bout her reechy|| neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, win
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
* My brother posted to protect him. + Fit. Maid. 6 Best linen. ill Soiled with sweat and smoke.
Idom. ** Priests. It Common standing-place.
n'd $$ Possessor.
When with his Amazonian chin* he drove
brunt of seventeen battles since,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
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 th’ other lose, That they combine not there.
THE METHOD TO GAIN POPULAR FAVOUR. Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them;) Thy knee bussing the stones (for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears,) waving thy head, Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, That humble, as the ripest mulberry, Now will not hold the handling: Or, say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils, Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast
person. 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 lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves