Tent* in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up VOLUMNIA'S RESOLUTION ON THE PRIDE OF CORIOLANUS. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, CORIOLANUS'S DETESTATION OF THE VULgar. You common cryt of curse! whose breath I hate As reeks o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair; have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,) Making not reservation of yourselves, (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most Abated|| captives, to some nation That won you without blows! To ACT IV. PRECEPT AGAINST ILL FORTUNE. You were us'd say, extremity was the trier of spirits: That common chances common men could bear; *Dwell. † Own. Pack § Vapour. Subdued. That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves: A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me ON COMMON FRIENDSHIPS. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, On a dissention of a doit,* break out Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, And interjoin their issues. Let me twine MARTIAL FRIENDSHIP. Mine arms about that body, where against And scar'd the moon with splinters. Here I clipt The anvil of my sword; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath: but that. I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my wrapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,t Oy lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out§ A small coin. Embrace. Arm. § Full. Twelve several times, and I have nightly since ACT V. THE SEASON OF SOLICITATION. He was not taken well: he had not din'd:" To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd him Till he be dieted to my request. OBSTINATE RESOLUTION.. My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould' Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection: All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.→ What is that court'sey worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn?-I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others.-My mother bows, In supplication nod: and my young boy Great nature cries, Deny not-Let the Volces And knew no other kin. RELENTING TENDERNESS. Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, * A young goose. Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, CHASTITY. The noble sister of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st prove VOLUMNIA'S PATHETIC SPEECH TO HER SON CORIOLANUS. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see We must find An evident calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win: for either thou With manacles through our streets, or else I These wars determine:* if I cannot persuade thee PEACE AFTER A SIEGE. Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you: The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, CYMBELINE. ACT I. PARTING LOVERS. Imo. THOU shouldst have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him. Pisa. Madam, so I did. Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but To look upon him: till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good Pisanio, * Conclude. |