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(Still your own foes), deliver you, as most
ACT IV. PRECEPTS AGAINST ILL FORTUNE. You were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me [craves With precepts, that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them.
ON COMMON FRIENDSHIPS.
O,world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
+ A small coin.
And scared the moon with splinters! Here I clip*
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 watch Till he be dieted to my request.
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, For that, Forgive our Romans.—0, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now by the jealous queent of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e'er since.—You gods! I prate, And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted: Sink, my knee, i’the earth; Of thy deep duty more impressions show Than that of common sons.
* A young goose.
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
CORIOLANUS'S PRAYER TOR HIS SON.
should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and Making the mother, wife, and child, to see [sorrow: The son, the husband, and the father, tearing His country's bowels out.
And to poor we, Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr’st us Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort That all but we enjoy.
* We must find An evident calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win: for either thou Must, as a foreign recreant, be led With manacles thorough our streets, or else Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;
* Gust, storm.
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
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.
Madam, so I did.
crack’d them, but To look
him: till the diminution