The man I fpeak of cannot in the world
Be fingly counterpois'd. At fixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he
fought
[tor,
Beyond the mark of others; our then dista-
Whom with all praife I point at, faw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The brittled lips before him: he beftrid
Ano'er-preft Roman, and i'the conful's view
Slew three oppofers: Tarquin's felf he met,
And truck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the fcene,
He prov'd beft man i' the field, and for his
meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil-age
Man-entered thus, he waxed like a fea;
And in the brunt of feventeen battles fince,
He lurch'dall fwords 'o the garland. For this
Before, and in Corioli, let me fay, [laft,
I cannot fpeak him home: he ftopp'd the flyers;
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: As weeds before
A veffel under fail, fo men obey'd, [tamp)
And fell below his ftem: his word (death's
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whofe every motion
Was tim'd with dying cries; alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted
With thunlefs deftiny; aidlefs came off,
And with a fudden reinforcement ftruck
Corioli, like a planet. Now all's his :
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready fenfe, then ftraight hisdoubled fpirit
Requicken'd what in fleth was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Kun reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
Iwere a pepetual spoil: and till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To cafe his breaft with panting.
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Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ig
More learned than the ears), waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy ftout heart,
Now humble, as the ripeft mulberry, [them,
That will not hold the handling: or, fay to
Thou art their foldier, and, being bred in
broils,
[fefs,
Haft not the foft way, which, thou doft con
Were fit for thee to ufe, as they to claim,
Inafking their good loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyfelf, forfooth, herafter theirs, so far
As thou haft power and perfon.
Coriolanus, his Abhorrence of Flattery.
Well, I must do 't:
Away, my difpofition, and poffefs me
Some harlot's fpirit! 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 afleep! the fimiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and fchool-boy's tears
take up
The glaffes of my fight! a beggar's tongue Make motion thro' my lips; and my arm' knees,
Who bow'd but in my ftirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms!-I will not do't-
Left I furceafe to honour my own truth,
And, by my body's action teach my mind
A moft inherent baseness.
His Mother's Refolution on his flubborn Pride.
At thy choice then:
To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dang'rous floutness: for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift."
Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it
But own thy pride thy felf." [from me;
His Deteftation of the Vulgar. [hate,
You common cry of curs! whose breath I
As reak o' th' rotten fens; whofe loves I
As the dead carcafes of unburied men, [prize,
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 defpair! have the power till
To banith your defenders: till at length
Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels
Making no refervation of yourfelves
Still your own foes), deliver you, as most
Abated captives, to fome nation
That won you without blows!
Precepts against Ill-fortune.
-You were us'd
To fay,extremities were the triers of fptrits;
That common chances common men could
That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike Shew'd mastership in floating. Fortune's blows, [ed, crave When moft ftruck home, being gentle woundA noble cunning. You were us'd to load me
With precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them.
Oh, world, thy flippery turns! Friends. now faft fworn. [heart, Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal, and exercife,
Are ftill together, who twin, 'twere, in love,
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour,
On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,
Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke
their fleep
To take the one the other by fome chance, Some trick, not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends,
And interjoin their iffues.
Martial Friendship.
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained, afh an hundred times hath broke,
And scarr'd the moon with splinters! here !
The anvil of my fword; and do contest [clip
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever, in ambitious ftrength, I did
Contendagainst thy valour. Know thou, first,
I lov'd the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I fee thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I firft my wedded mistress faw
Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I
tell thee
We have a power on foot; and I had purpofe
One more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lofe my arm for 't: thou haft beat me out
Twelve feveral times; and I have nightlysince
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyfelf and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat,
And wak'd half-dead with nothing.
The Seafon of Solicitation.
He was not taken well; he had not din'd: The veins unfill'd,our blood is cold,and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive; but whenwe have stuff'd Thefe pipes and thefe conveyances of blood, With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls Than in our prieft-like fafts: therefore I'll Till he be dieted to my request. [watch him Obftinate Refolution.
My wife comes foremoft; then the honour'd mould
Wherein this trunk was fram'd,and in her hand The grand-child to her blood-But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be obftinate.— [eyes,
What is that curt'fie worth or thofe dove's
Which can make gods forfworn! I melt, and
[bows,
Of stronger earth than others my mother
As if Olympus to a mole hill should
In fupplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of interceffion, which
Great nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volfces
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never
Be fuch a gofling to obey inftinet; but ftand,
As if a man were author of himfelf,
And knew no other kin.
-Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to full difgrace. Bell of my flesh, Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, For that, forgive our Romans.-O, a kifs, Long as my exile, fweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that ki I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e'er fince.-You gods! I prate, And the most noble mother of the world Leave unfaluted: fink, my knee i' th' earth; Of thy deep duty more impreflion thew Than that of common fons,
The noble fifter of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chafte as the icicle, That's curdled by the froft from purek fnow, And hangs on Dian's temple.
Coriolanus's Prayer for his Soa.
-The god of foldiers, With the confent of the fupreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness, that the may'ft prove
To fhame invulnerable, and flick i' the wars Like a great fea-mark, standing every flaw, And faving thofe that eye thee!
Coriolanus's Mother's pathetic Speech to ki Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living wom Are we come hither: fince that thy fight, which fhould
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts Forrow Conftrains them weep, and shake with fear and Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee The fon, the husband, and the father, tear His country's bowels out. And to poor we Thine enmity's most capital: thou barrits Our prayers to the gods, which is a com That all but we enjoy.
- We must find
An evident calamity, though we had th
Our with which fide fhould win for eit
Muft as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles along our ftreets; or elfe
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ru
And bear the palm, for having bravely
Thy wife and children's blood. For my
I purpofe not to wait on fortune, till
Thefe wars determine: if I cannot perfu
thee,
Rather to fhew a noble grace to both parts,
Than feek the end of one, thou shalt no four
March to alfault thy country, than to tre
(Truft to't, thou shalt not) on thy moth
That brought thee to this world. [wa
Peace after a Siegr..
Ne'er through an arch fo hurried the blo
tide,
As the recomforted thro'th' gates. Why has
The trumpets, fack buts, pfalteries, and fie
Tabors, and cymbals, and the thouting
Make the fun dance."
MBELINE. SHAKSPEARE.
Parting Lovers. hould
have made him
as a crow, or lefs, ere left
Don him; till the diminution
Nav, follow hires till he had melted from
pointed him as harp as myneedle:
The fmalinefs of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye and wept.
When fhall we hear from him?
Pif. Be alfur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Moft pretty things to fay: cre I could tell him, How I would think of him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and fuch; or I would make
Repairs itfelf by reft: our Tarquin thus
Did foftly prefs the ruthes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,
How bravelythou becom'ft thybed! fresh lily!
And whiter than the theets! That I might
touch!
The fhes of Italy fhould not betray Mine intereft, and his honour; or have charg'd [night, At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midTo encounter me with orifons, for then I am in heaven for him; orere I could Give him that parting kifs, which I had fet Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, [north, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the Stakes all our buds from growing.
But kifs; one kifs !-Rubies unparagon'd How dearly they do 't!-'Tis her breathing Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the that [taper Bows towards her; and would under-peep her To fee th' inclofed lights, now canopied [lids, Under thefe windows: white and azure, lac'd; With blue of Heaven's own tinét-but my defign?
To note the chamber:-Iwillwrite all down:Such,and fuch, pictures; there the window: fuch
Th' adornment of her bed;-the arras, figures, Why, fuch, and fuch:-and the contents the story.
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prifoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here: fhould I (damn'd then)
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the capitol, join gripes with
Made hard with hourly falfehood (as [hands
With labour), then lie peeping in an eye,
Bafe and unluftrous as the fmoky light
That's fed with flinking tallow it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell fhould at one time
Encounter fuch revolt.
Ah, but fome natural notes about her body,
Above, ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would testify t' enrich mine inventory: And be her fenfe but as a monument, O fleep, thou ape of death,lie dull upon her Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off; [Taking off her Bracelet. As flippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witnefs outwardly, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast As ftrongly as the confcience does within, bottom of a cowflip: Here's a voucher, A mole cinque fpotted, like the crimson drops Stronger than ever lawcould make : this fecret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en The treafure of her honour. No more.-To [what end? Why thould I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
Igen's Bed-chamber; in one part of it a large Which buys admittance: oft it doth; yea,and
ELEGANT
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stamp'd; fome coiner with his
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother feem'd
The Dian o' that time: fo doth my wife
The nonpareil of this.-O, vengeance! ven-
geance!
Me of my lawful pleasure fhe reftrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with
A prudency fo rofy, the fweet view on 't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn;-that 1
thought her
As chafte as unfunn'd fnow,
Could I find out
The woman's part in me!--for there's no mo-
[tion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving,
hers;
Luft, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges,
hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, dif-
[dain,
Nice-longings, flanders, mutability: [hers;
All faults that name,nay, that hell knows, why,
In part, or all; but, rather, all: for evento vice
They are not conftant, but are changing still;
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half fo old as that. I'll write against them,
Deteft them, curfe them :-yet 'tis greater
In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better,
A Wife's Impatience to meet her Husband.
O, for a horfe with wings!-Hear'ft thou,
Pifanio?
He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pifanio,
(Who long'ft, like me, to fee thy lord, who
long'ft-
O, let me bate-but not like me:-yet long'
But in a fainter kind:-O, not like me; [thick,
For mine's beyond, beyond)-fay, and fpeak
(Love's counsellor fhould fill the bores of
hearing
To the fmothering of the fenfe)-how far it is
To this fame bleffed Milford: And, by th' way
Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as
T' inherit fuch a haven: But first of all,
How may we steal from hence; and, for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-
going,
And our return, t' excufe: but firft, how get
[hence?
Why should excufe be born, or e'er begot?
We'll talk of thar hereafter. Pr'y thee, fpeak,
How many fcore of miles may we well ride
Twixt hour and hour?
Pif. One fcore 'twixt fun and fun,
Madam, 's enough for you;
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution,
and too much too.
Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding
[wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler thanthe fands
That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is
Go,bid my woman feign a hickness; fay, [fently
foolery.
A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit
She'll home t' her father: and provide me pre.
A franklin's housewife.
Pif. Madam, you 've beft confider. [here,
Imo I fee before me, man; nor here, nor
That I cannot look thro'. Away I pr'ythee;
Nor what enfues; but have a fog in them,
Acceffible is none but Milford way.
Do as I bid thee: there's no more to fay;
A Foreft, with a Cave, in Wales.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep houfe, with
Whofe roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys: this
Egate
Inftructs you how t' adore the heavens! and
bows you
Are arch'd fo high that giants may jet thro
To morning's holy office. The gates of mo
(narchs
Good-morrow to the fun-Hail thou fair
And keep their impious turbans on, without
We houfe i' the rock, yet ufe thee not fo hardly
As prouder livers do.
Guid. Hail, heaven!
Aro. Hail, heaven!
Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats.
Bel. Now for our mountain sport up to yea
Confider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,
'That it is a place which leffens, and fets of.
And you may then revolve what tales Ive
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:
told you,.
This fervice is not service, fo being done,
But being fo allow'd: To appehend thus,
Draws us a profit from all things we fee:
The fharded beetle in a fafer hold
And often, to our comfort, fhall we find
Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
Richer, than doing nothing for a bauble!
Is nobler, than attending for a check;
Prouder, than ruffling in unpaid-for filk:
Such gain the cap of him that makes them fire,
Yet keeps his book uncrofs'd; nolife to ours.
Guid. Out of your proof you fpeak; we,
Have never wing'd from view o' the neft; ne
poor unfledg'd
[know not
What air's from home. Haply, this life is bet
That have a fharper known; well correfpond
if quiet life be beft; sweeter to you,
With your fliffage: but,unto us, it is
A prifon for a debtor that not dares
A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;
(in
To ftride a limit.
Arv. What fhould we speak of
When we are as old as you? when we fhall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December,how,
In this our pinching cave, fhall we difcourie
The freezing hours away? We have feea
nothing:
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat:
We are beafly; fubtle as the fox, for prey:
Our valour is, to chafe what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prifon'd bird, And fing our bondage freely.
Did you but know the city's ufuries, [court,
And felt them knowingly: the heart o'e
As hard to leave, as keep; whofe top to climb
Is certain falling, or fo flipp'ry, that [war,
The fear's as bad as falling; The toil of the
A pain that only feems to feek our danger
I' the name of fame, and honour: which dies
i' the fearch;
And hath as oft a fland'rous epitaph,
As record of fair act; nay, many times
Doth ill deferve, by doing well; what's worfe,
Muft curt fie at the cenfure: O, boys, this story
The world mayread in me: my body's mark'd
With Roman fwords; and my report was once
Firft with the beft of note: Cymbeline lov'd me,
And when a foldier was the theme, my name
Was not far off: then was I as a tree [night,
Whole boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one
A ftorm, or robbery, call it what you will,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my
And left me bare to weather. [leaves,
Guid. Uncertain favour!
[you oft)
Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told
But that two villians, whofe falfe oaths pre-
Vail'd
[line,
Before my perfect honour, fwore to Cymbe-
I was confederate with the Romans: fo [years,
Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty
This rock, and thefe demefnes, have been
Where I have liv'd at honeft freedom; paid
More pious debts to heaven, than in all (tains;
The fore-endof mytime:-But up to the moun-
This is not hunter's language: he that ftrikes
The venifon firft, fhall be the lord o' th' feaft;
To him the other two fhall minifter;
And we will fear no poifon, which attends
In place of greater ftate.
How hard it is, to hide the fparks of nature! Thefe boys knowlittle, theyare fons to th'king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine: and though train'd [do hit I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them,
-No, 'tis flander, (tongue Whofe edge is harper than the fword: whofe Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the pofting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world: Kings, queens, and ftates,
Maids, matrons, nay, the fecrets of the grave, This viperous flander enters.
Falfe to his bed! What is it, to be falfe?
To lie in watch there, and to think on him
To weep 'twixt clock and clock-If fleep
charge nature,
To break it with a fearful dream of him,
And cry myfelf awake? That's falfe to's bed? ̧”
Woman in Man's Drefs.
In fimple and low things, to prince it, much
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom
The king his father call'd Guiderius, Jove!
When on my three-foot ftool I fit, and tell
The warlike feats I've done, his fpirits fly out
Into my ftory: fay--thus mine enemy fell;
And thus I fet my foot on his neck;-even then
The princely blood flows in his check, he
fweats,
[pofture
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in
That acts my words. The younger brother,
Cadwal,
(Once, Arviragus) in as like a figure [more. Strikes life into my fpeech, and thews much His own conceiving.
You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience; fear and nicenefs, (The handmaids of all women,or more truly Woman its pretty felf), into a waggish courage, Ready in gibes, quick-anfwer'd, faucy and As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you mus Forget that rareft treafure of your cheek, Expofing it (but O, the harder heart! Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch Of common killing Titan; and forget Your labourfome and dainty trims, wherein You made great Juno angry.
The Foreft and Cave.
Enter Imogen in Boy's Clothes.
Imo. I fee, a man's life is a tedious one: I've tir'd myfelf; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I fhould be fick, But that my refolution helps me.-Milford, When from the mountain-top Pifanio fhew'd thee,
Thou waft within a ken. O, Jove! I think, Foundations flythe wretched: fuch, I mean, Where they fhould be reliev'd. Two beggars
I could not mifs my way: will poor folks lie
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones fcarce tell true. To lafpe in
fulness
Is forer than to lie for need; and falfehood
Is worfe inkings than beggars.-My dear lord!
Thou art one o' the falfe ones: now I think on
thee,
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was At point to feck for food.-But what is this? [Seeing the Cari
Here is a path to it :-'tis fome favage hold
I were beft not call; I dare not call: yet faui
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty and peace breed cowards: hardnes
Of hardinefs is mother.
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