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I feel my heart new opened: 0, how wretched
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE CYDNUS.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
* Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish.
CHIARACTER OF CORIOLANUS. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his
mouth; What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent, And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
SCENE.-A Bedchamber ; in one part of it a trunk.
Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. Mine eyes are weak :-
[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 * It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes.
The chastity he wounded.—Cytherea,
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
Such and such pictures ;—there the window :—such
[Taking off her bracelet.
As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard ! , 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I’ the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make : this secret Will force him think I have pick’d the lock, and ta’en The treasure of her honour. No more.-To what end? Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The Tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down, Where Philomel gave up :- I have enough : To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night! that dawning May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
[Goes into the trunk.
IMPATIENCE OF A WIFE TO MEET HER HUSBAND.
May plod it in a week, why may not I
One score, 'twixt sun and sun,
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 sands That run i' the clock's behalf,—but this is foolery :Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say She'll home to her father : and provide me, presently, A riding suit: no costlier than would fit A franklin'st housewife. Pisa.
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 wåy.
[Exeunt. * Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible. A freeholder.