LOATHED LIFE. sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me ; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts DEPARTING GREATNESS. The soul and body rivet not more in parting, ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY. A forked mountain or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with, ajr: Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. Ant. My good knave, E Even such a body: here 1 am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. *Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed. The fleeting clouds. + Split. § Servant. Whose heart, I thought, I had, for she had mine; Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH. Then in the midst a tearing groan did break was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS ON THE DEATH OF It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; 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. ACT V. DEATH. My desolation does begin to make To do that thing that ends all other deeds; CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY. But such another man! Dól. If it might please you, Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein / stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail + and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. * Servant. + Crush. + Silver money. FIRM RESOLUTION. How poor an instrument May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. CLEOPATRA'S SPEECH ON APPLYING THE ASP. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have · To praise my noble act; I hear him mock I give to baser life.-So, have you done? Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch, [To the asp, which she applies to her breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate * Inconstant. Make haste. Be angry, and dispatch, O, could'st thou speak! Char. Cleo. O eastern star! Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Char. What should I stay [Applying another asp to her arm. [Falls on a bed, and dies. Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. CORIOLANUS. ACT I A MOB. WHAT would you have, you curs, That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, * Unpolitic, to leave me to myself. |