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As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and scope;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this,

Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As,

force perforce, the age will pour it in,) Shall never leak, though it do work as strong As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

K. HENRY IV., PART II., A. 4, s. 4.

GOOD WILL SOMETIMES SUFFER UNDESERVEDLY.

WHITHER should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Is often laudable; to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas ! Do I put up that womanly defence, To say, I have done no harm ?

MACBETH, A. 4, s. 2.

GRANDEUR IN DEATH OF ROME

AND EGYPT. CLEOPATRA.

O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!-darkling The varying shore o'the world !--O Antony ! Antony, Antony !—Charmian, help; help, Iras ; Help, friends below ; let's draw him hither. ANTONY.

stand

Peace : Not Cæsar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony, But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

CLEO. So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony ; but woe 'tis so!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only
I here importune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips-
CLEO.

I dare not, dear, (Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not,

) Test I be taken : not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Cæsar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents,

have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes, And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demurring upon me.-But come,come, Antony,Help me, my women,—we must draw thee up;Assist, good friends. ANT.

O, quick, or I am gone. CLEO. Here's sport, indeed !-How heavy

weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight: Had I great Juno's

power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee

up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a

little, Wishers were ever fools ;-0, come, come,

come ;

:

And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast

liv'd: Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, , Thus would I wear them out.

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. CLEO. No, let me speak; and let me rail so

high, That the false housewife Fortune break her

wheel, Provok'd by my offence. ΑΝΤ.

One word, sweet queen: Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety.—0!

CLEO. They do not go together.
ANT.

Gentle, hear me; None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.

CLEO. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust; None about Cæsar. ANT. The miserable change now at

my

end, Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts, In feeding them with those my former fortunes, Wherein I liv’d, the greatest prince o’the

world, The noblest: and do now not basely die, Nor cowardly; put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish’d. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more.

[Dies. CLEO. Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a stye ?—0, see my women, The crown o’the earth doth melt:-My lord ! 0, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and

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Are level now with men : the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon. [She faints.

CHARMIAN. O madam, madam, madam!
Royal Egypt's Empress !
ČLEO. No more, but e'en a woman; and

commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.-It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but

nought; Patience is sottish; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us ?-How do you,

women ? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now,

Charmian? My noble girls !-Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take

heart :We'll bury him : and then, what's brave, what's

noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come,

away; This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 4, s. 13.

GREAT MEN NEVER DIE. EDWARD. Sweet duke of York, our prop to

lean upon ;

Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay !
O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain
The flower of Europe for

his chivalry ; And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him, For, hand to hand, he would have vanquish'd

thee!Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah, would she break from hence ! that this my

body Might in the ground be closed up in rest :

: For never henceforth shall I joy again, Never, O never, shall I see more joy. RICHARD. I cannot

I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning

heart: Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great

burden; For self-same wind, that I should speak withal, Is kindling coals, that fire all my breast, And burn me up with flames, that tears would

quench. To weep, is to make less the depth of grief : Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for

me!Richard, I bear thy name, I'll venge thy death, Or die renowned by attempting it. Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left

with thee; His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

RICH. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's

bird,

Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun :

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