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Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts,

Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow;
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
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;
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

These wars determine*: if I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country, than to tread,
(Trust to't, thou shalt not,) on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.


Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance.

* Conclude.




DOUBTING things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be sure they do: For certainties
Either are past remedies: or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born; discover to me
What both you spur and stop*

Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I (damn'd then),
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

That mount the Capitol: join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
With labour); then lie peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.

*What you seem anxious to utter, and yet withhold.

Imo. Away! I do condemn mine ears that have So long attended thee.


As little as a crow, or less, ere left

To after-eye him.



Thou should'st have made him

Madam, so I did.

[them, but

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd To look upon him; till the diminution

Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from

The smallness of a gnat to air; and then

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him?


With his next vantage *.

Be assur'd, madam,

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours,

Such thoughts and such; or I could make him swear
The shes of Italy should not betray

Mine interest, and his honour! or have charg'd him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons†, for then

I am in heaven for him: or ere I could

Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing.


SCENE. A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk. IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.


MINE eyes are weak :Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed:

* Opportunity.

+ Meet me with reciprocal prayer.

Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,
I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.
[Exit Lady.
To your protection I commend me, gods!
From fairies, and the tempters of the night
Guard me, beseech ye!

[Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Tach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus

Did softly press the rushes* ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,


How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily!
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss!-Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do't.-'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper
Bows towards her; and would underpeep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct +.-But my design?
To note the chamber:-I will write all down:-
Such, and such, pictures;-There the window:-Such
The adornment of her bed;-The arras ‡, figures,
Why, such, and such:-And the contents o' the story,-
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory:
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Thus in a chapel lying!-Come off, come off;-
[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

*It was anciently the custom to strew chambers with rushes. +i. e. The white skin laced with blue veins.

+ Tapestry.

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. The Scene closes.


"Tis gold

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man: What Can it not do, and undo?


Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are bastards all;
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where

When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; Yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife

The nonpareil of this.-O vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunn'd snow:

* Modesty.

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