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As bondage e'er of freedom: here's
hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in’t; And now
farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer.
A thousand! thousand!
A GUILTY CONSCIENCE,
0, it is monstrous! monstrous!
Methought, the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper.
CONTINENCE BEFORE MARRIAGE.
If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion* shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
shall hate it both.
A LOVER'S PROTESTATION,
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.
PASSION TOO STRONG FOR VOWS.
Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious
Or else, good night, your vow!
VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE.
These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherits shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,*
Leave not a rackt behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little lif:
Is rounded with a sleep.
DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project; Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up
their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm’d their ears, That, call-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and
thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them l' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall.
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eavest of reeds. COMPASSION AND CLEMENCY SUPERIOR TO REVENGE.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
+ A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probablo that the author wrote track.
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply.
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole Grift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further.
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though you be) I have bedimm'd
The noon-tide sun, callid forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and risted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt. the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them forth
By my so potent art.
The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.
O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir,
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act: blood.
Thou’rt pinch'd for’t now, Sebastian. Flesh and
You brother mine, that entertained ambition,
Expell'd remorse* and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd our king; I do forgive thee,
Vonatural though thou art!—Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lîe foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back, I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
IF Music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.-
That strain again; it had a dying fall:
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.
NATURAL AFFECTION ALLIED TO LOVE.
0, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft,
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
* Pity, or tenderness of heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king!
I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
To a strong mast, that lived upon the
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the wave, -
So long as I could see.
A BEAUTIFUL BOY.
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years
say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
Oh. Why, what would you?
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons* of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night
Holla your name to the reverberatet hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! 0, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
should pity me.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnants enemy does much.
How easy is it, for the proper-salses
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
* Cantos, verses.
# Dexterous, ready fiend. § Fair deceiver.