Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but nought; Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women? And make death proud to take us. Come, away; ACT V. My desolation does begin to make To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Cleopatra's Dream, and Description of Antony. Cleo. I dream'd there was an emperor Antony;O, 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. Dol. [lighted Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his reard arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied *Servant. As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; Firm Resolution. How poor an instrument May do a noble deed! He brings me liberty. Of woman in me: now from head to foot I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine. Cleopatra's Speech on applying the Asp. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare,§ good Iras; quick-Methinks I hear Antony call; see him rouse himself To praise my noble act: I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men *Crush. Silver-money. Inconstant. § Make haste. Which hurts and is desired. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world [say, Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain: that I may The gods themselves do weep! Cleo. This proves me base; If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Char. Cleo. O eastern star! Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Char. [Applying another asp to her arm. What, should I stay- [Falls on a bed and dies. Char. In this wide world?-So, fare thee well.— Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. CORIOLANUS. ACT I. A Mob. WHAT Would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, * Unpolitic, to leave me to myself. The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is To make him worthy whose offence subdues him, An imaginary Description of Coriolanus warring. Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter ! no blood! Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man Than gilt his trophy. The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood At Grecian swords' contending. Doing our Duty merits not praise. Pray now, no more: my mother, Who has a charte* to extol her blood, * Privilege. When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done Aufidius's Hatred to Coriolanus. Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick; nor fane, nor Capitol, Wash my fierce hand in his heart. ACT II. Popularity. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him your prattling nurse Into a rapturet lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malkin‡ pins Her richest locram§ 'bout her reechy|| neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed In earnestness to see him: seld shewn flamens** Their nicely-gawded‡‡ cheeks, to the wanton spoil *My brother posted to protect him. + Fit. Soiled with sweat and smoke. †† Common standing-place. + Adorned. |