Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; ACT V. The Season of Solicitation. He was not taken well; he had not dined: 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 Till he be dieted to my request. Obstinate Resolution. [him, 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 curt'sey worth? or those doves' eyes, In supplication nod: and my young boy Great nature cries, Deny not.'-Let the Volces And knew no other kin. Relenting Tenderness. Like a dull actor now, * A young goose. I have forgot my part, and I am out, 6 For that, Forgive our Romans.'-, a kiss 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 Volumnia's pathetic Speech to her Son, Coriolanus. 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 sor- * Juno. And to poor we, † Gust, storm. Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us * We must find An evident calamity, though we had 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 The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, [you Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. CYMBELINE. ACT I. Parting Lovers. Imo. THOU shouldst have made him Imo. I would have broke my eye-strings; crack'd The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Pisa. With his next 'vantage.* Be assured, madam, Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had I am in heaven for him; or ere I could The baseness of Falsehood to a Wife. Doubting things go ill, often hurts more Iach. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul * Opportunity. + Meet me with reciprocal prayer. What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold. To the oath of loyalty; this object, which ACT II. SCENE. A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk. Fold down the leaf where I have left to bed: [sense [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 *It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes |