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Women are not, In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perThe ne'er-touch'd vestal.
FORTUNE FORMS OUR JUDGMENTS.
I see men's judgments are A parcel* of their fortunes: and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Mine honesty, and J, begin to squaret. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly :-Yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story.
WISDOM SUPERIOR TO FORTUNE.
VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN.
Good, my lord, But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seal our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.
* Are of a piece with them.
FURY EXPELS FEAR.
Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and, in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge* ; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.
ACT IV. .
A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS.
I look on you,
Tend me to night; May be, it is the period of your duty: Haplyt, you shall not see me more; or if, A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow You'll serve another master. As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, I turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death : Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for’t!
EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.
ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH
VICTORY. O thou day o’the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harnessg to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. * Ostrich. + Perhaps.
# Reward. § Armour of proof.
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me.
ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here; even here Do we shake hands. All come to this ?- The bearts That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'a, That overtopp'd them all.
The soul and body rivet not more in parting, Than greatness going off.
ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY.
Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these They are black vesper's pageants.
[signs; Eros. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a
thought, The rack| dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Ay, my lord.
• Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.
ť Split. The fleeting clouds.
It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave* Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine; Which, while it was mine, had annex'd unto't A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph.-Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH.
Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharg’d: What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was Antony! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her.
CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS ON THE DEATH OF
It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us?-How do
women? What, what? good cheer? Why, how now, CharMy noble girls!—Ah,women, women! look, (mian?
Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take heart :-
My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave*, A minister of her will: And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's. CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY.
Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;0, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! Dol.
If it might please you, — Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein
stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and The little O, the earth.
Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean:
rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quailt and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, * Servant.