CLEOPATRA. Good now, play one scene of excellent dissembling; and let it look like perfect honour. CLEOPATRA. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 78. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Act 1, Sc. 5, L. 64. CLEOPATRA. My salad days, When I was green in judgment:— - cold in blood. MENECRATES. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 75. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. ENOBARBUS. Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 5. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of lutes kept stroke, and made son, It beggar'd all description: she did lie The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. ENOBARBUS. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 190. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale CLEOPATRA. Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 235. A hand that kings Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing. CLEOPATRA. Though it be honest, it is never good Act 2, Sc. 5, l. 29. To bring bad news: give to a gracious message An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. POMPEY. Act 2, Sc. 5, l. 85. Well, I know not face; Act 2, Sc. 6, l. 54. What harsh counts fortune casts upon my CLEOPATRA. Celerity is never more admir'd, Act 3, Sc. 7, l. 24. ANTONY. O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that Command me. ANTONY. Act 3, Sc. 11, l. 59. Fortune knows, We scorn her most when most she offers blows. ANTONY. Act 3, Sc. 11, l. 73. O, that I were Upon the hill of Basan to outroar The horn'd herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank ENOBARBUS. Act 3, Sc. 13, l. 126. When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. CLEOPATRA. Act 3, Sc. 13, l. 198. The odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. CLEOPATRA. Act 4, Sc. 15, l. 66. His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. CLEOPATRA. Act 5, Sc. 2, l. 82. Prythee, go hence; Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits CHARMIAN. Act 5, Sc. 2, l. 172. So, fare thee well. Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparallel❜d. Act 5, Sc. 2, 1. 313. CYMBELINE. FIRST GENTLEMAN. I do not think So fair an outward, and such stuff within Endows a man but he. Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 22. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this. N Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 130. IMOGEN. Ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set IACHIMO. Act 1, Sc. 3, 1. 34. He sits 'mongst men like a descended god: More than a mortal seeming. SONG. Act 1, Sc. 6, l. 168. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; Act 2, Sc. 3, l. 18. BELARIUS. O! this life Is nobler, than attending for a check; IMOGEN. Act 3, Sc. 3, l. 21. Society is no comfort to one not sociable. ARVIRAGUS. Act 4, Sc. 2, 7. 11. I'ld let a parish of such Clotens blood, Act 4, Sc. 2, l. 167. |