But when he meant to quail* and shake the orb, Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As platest dropp'd from his pocket. FIRM RESOLUTION. How poor an instrument May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon CLEOPATRA'S SPEECH ON APPLYING THE ASP. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have I give to baser life.-So,-have you done? If thou and nature can so gently part, Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I say, * Crush. + Silver money. + Inconstant. ¿ Make haste. may The gods themselves do weep! Cleo. This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demands of her; and spend that kiss, Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou speak! 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 wild 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, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great ness, *Unpolitic to leave me to myself. Deserves your hate. and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind; AN IMAGINARY DESCRIPTION OF CORIOLANUS Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; 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 charter* to extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done, As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd As you have been; that's for my country: He, that has but effected his good will, Hath overta'en mine act. AUFIDIUS'S HATRED TO CORIOLANUS. Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol, * Privilege. |