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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 curt’sey worth, or those dove's eyes,
Which can make gods forsworn?-I melt, and am

Of stronger earth than others.—My mother bows;
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
Great nature cries, Deny not—Let the Volsces
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never
Be such a gosling* to obey instinct; but stand,
As if a man were author of himself,
And knew no other kin.


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.

+ Juno.

The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
That's curded by the frost from purest snow,
And hangs on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria!

The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i’the wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw*,
And saving those that eye thee!

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
An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win: for either thou
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles thorough our streets, or else
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;

* Gust, storm.

And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself

, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till
These wars determine*: if I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country, than to tread
(Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.


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.


ACT 1.




Imo. Thou shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.

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

* Conclude.

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.--But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?

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.


Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies: or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born; discover to me
What both you spur and stop..

Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (damn'd then),
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
* Opportunity. + Meet me with reciprocal prayer.

What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.

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With labour); then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That’s fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.


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.


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