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, Let me twine MARTIAL FRIENDSHIP. Mine arms about that body, where against And scar'd the moon with splinters. Here I clipt Sigh'd truer breath: but that I see thee here, thee, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose 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: The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch 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, 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 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 1 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 Are we come hither since that thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with com forts, 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 With manacles through our streets, or else 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. When shall we hear from him? • Conclude. Pisa. With his next vantage.* Be assur'd, madam, Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Mine interest, and his honour; or have charged him, I am in heaven for him: or ere I could THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE, Doubting things go ill, often hurts more Had I this cheek Iach. That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands * Opportunity. Meet me with reciprocal prayer. What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold |