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 OBSTINATE RESOLUTION. 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 Hath an aspect of intercession, which 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, For that, 'Forgive our Romans.'—O, 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 Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove Like a great sea mark, standing every flaw,t VOLUMNIA'S PATHETIC SPEECH TO HER SON, Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should The son, the husband, and the father, tearing * Juno. † Gust, storm. Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us An evident calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win: for either thou With manacles through our streets, or else These wars determine:* if I cannot persuade thee, Than to seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner PEACE AFTER A SIEGE. Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Cymbeline. ACT I. PARTING LOVERS. Imo. THOU shouldst have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left * Conclude. Imo. I would have broke my eye-strings; crack'd To look upon him; till the diminution [them, but Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept.-But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him? Pisa. With his next 'vantange,* Be assured, 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 on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour; or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisons,† for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set THE BASENESS OF FALSEHOOD TO A WIFE. Doubting things go ill, often hurts more What both you spur and stop.‡ Had I this cheek Iach. * 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. Imo. Mine eyes are weak: Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed: To your protection, I commend me, gods! [Exit Lady. [Sleeps. Iachimo, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense 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! * It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes. |