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Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, For that, Forgive our Romans.—0, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now by the jealous queent of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e’er since.-You gods! I prate, And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted: Sink, my knee, i'the earth; Of thy deep duty more impressions show Than that of common sons.
The noble sister of Publicola,
A young goose.
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
CORIOLANUS'S PRAYER TOR HIS SON.
CORIOLANUS. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which
should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and Making the mother, wife, and child, to see (sorrow: The son, the husband, and the father, tearing His country's bowels out.
And to poor we, Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort That all but we enjoy.
We must find
* Gust, storm.
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
PEACE AFTER A SIEGE.
Ne’er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, (you; Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance.
Imo. Thou shouldst have made him
Madam, so I did.
crack'd them, but
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.--But, good Pisanio,
Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage*.
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him The she's of Italy should not betray [swear Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisonst, for then I am in heaven for him: or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in
my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing.
THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE.
Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Had I this cheek
What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.
With labour); then lie peeping in an eye,
SCENE. A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk. Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Mine eyes are weak :Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed: Take not away the taper, leave it burning: And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, I pr’ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.
[Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye!
[Sleeps. Iachimo, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes*, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded.—.Cytherea, How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't.—'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o’the taper Bows toward her; and would underpeep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd
* It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes.