On Common Friendships. Oh, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, 'twere, in love, To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, And interjoin their issues. Martial Friendship. Mine arms about that body, where against tell thee We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Or lose my arm for't: thou hast beat me out Twelve several times; and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; We have been down together in my sleep, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, And wak'd half-dead with nothing. 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 Till he be dieted to my request. [watch him Obstinate Resolution. My wife comes foremost; then the honor'd Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Relenting Tenderness. prove To shame invulnerable, and stick i' the wars Coriolanus's Mother's pathetic Speech to him. 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 -We must find Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, [hark you; As the recomforted through the gates. Why The trumpets, sack buts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Imo. THOU shouldst have made him Pis. Madam, so I did. Imo. I would have broke my eye-strings ; crack'd 'em, but To look upon him: till the diminution Pis. Be assur'd, madam, Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think of him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I would make him swear, The shes of Italy should not betray him, To encounter me with orisons, for then And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, To the oath of loyalty; this object, which Imogen's Bed-chamber; in one part of it a large Trunk. Imogen is discovered reading. Imo. -Mine eyes are weak : Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed: Take not away the taper, leave it burning; And if thou canst awake by four o' th' clock, I pr'ythee call me-Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. [Exit Lady. To your protection I commend me, gods! From fairies, and the tempters of the night, Guard me, beseech ye! [Sleeps. Iachimo rises from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's, o'erlabor'd sense Repairs itself by rest: our Tarquin thus How dearly they do 't!-Tis her breathing that Bows towards her; and would under-peep her To see th' inclosed lights, now canopied [lids Under these windows: white and azure, fac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct-but my de sign? To note the chamber:-I will write all downSuch, and such, pictures; there the window : such Th' adornment of her bed ;—the arras, figures, Above ten thousand meaner moveables, As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, May bear the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; [He goes into the Trunk; the Scene closes. Gold. And that most venerable man, which I Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, As chaste as unsunn'd snow. - - Could I find out [tion The woman's part in me!-for there's no moThat tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, The woman's, flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; [dain, Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disNice-longings, slanders, mutability: All faults that name, nay, that hell knows, why, hers; In part, or all; but, rather, all: for even to vice A Wife's Impatience to meet her Husband. He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me O, let me 'bate-but not like me :-yet long'st, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing To the smothering of the sense)-how far it is Pis. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sand That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery. Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say, [sently Pis. Madam, you 're best consider. Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away I pr'ythee, Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way. A Forest, with a Cave, in Wales. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such [gate Whose roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys; this Instructs you how t'adore the heavens! and bows you [narchs To morning's holy office. The gates of moAre arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on, without Good-morrow to the sun-Hail thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Guid. Hail, heaven! Arv. Hail, heaven! [yon hill : Bel. Now for our mountain sport: up to Your legs are young! I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, "That it is place which lessens, and sets off. And you may then revolve what tales I've told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best Arv. What should we speak of We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey : Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat : Our valor is, to chase what flies; our cage We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, Did you but know the city's usuries, [court, And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph, And left me bare to weather. A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my [leaves, [you oft) Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honor, swore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans: so Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty [world: years, This rock, and these demesnes, have been my The Force of Nature. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are sons to th' king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they're mine; and though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, sweats, (Once, Arviragus) in as like a figure [more Strikes life into my speech, and shows much His own conceiving. A Wife's Innocency. False to his bed! What is it to be false? To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock?—If sleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry myself awake? That's faise to 's bed? Woman in Man's Dress. You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience; fear and niceness (The handmaids of all women, or more truly The Forest and Cave. Enter Imogen in Boy's Clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I've tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.— e.-Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Thou wast within a ken. O, Jove! I think, I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood My hunger's gone; but even before I was, At point to sink for food.-But what is this? [Seeing the Cave. Here is a path to it:-'tis some savage hold; Labour. -Weariness Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember He was paid for that: though mean and mighty rotting Together have one dust; yet reverence (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince. Guid. Pray you fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. Funereal Dirge. That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop, Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, As if it had been sow'd! Enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in his Arms. Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Aru. The bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, Than have seen this. Arv. Nor the furious winter's rages; As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Guid. O, sweetest, fairest lily! Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might eas'liest harbor in? Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy! How found you him? Aru. Stark, as you see; Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Guid. Where? Arv. O'the floor: [put His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept; and My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose Answer'd my steps too loud. [rudeness Imogen awaking. Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? I thank you by yond' bush? pray how far thither? Ods pitikins!-can it be six miles yet? I have gone all night-'faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But soft! no bedfellow:-O gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body. These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so: 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, |