Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, COMEDY OF ERRORS. THE ABBESS CHIDES ADRIANA FOR HER JEALOUS SUSPICIONS OF HER HUSBAND. Abb. Be quiet, people; Wherefore throng you hither? Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence : Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, And bear him home for his recovery. Abb. How long hath this possession held the man? Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, and sad, And much, much different from the man he was; But, till this afternoon, his passion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea? Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Stray'd his affection in unlawful love? A sin prevailing much in youthful men, Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these sorrows is he subject to? Adr. To none of these, except it be the last; Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home. Abb. You should for that have reprehended him. Adr. Why, so I did. Abb. Ay, but not rough enough. Adr. As roughly as my modesty would let me. Adr. And in assemblies too. Abb. Ay, but not enough. Adr. It was the copy of our conference: In bed, he slept not for my urging it; Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. Abb. And thereof came it that the man was mad : Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings: Unquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness? Thou say'st his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls: (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair ;) TIMON OF ATHENS. TIMON FLATTERED BY FALSE FRIENDS. 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect. Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 't is, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. CYMBELINE. IMOGEN PARTING WITH HER HUSBAND POSTHUMUS. Imo. My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing (Always reserved my holy duty) what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Post. My queen! my mistress! O lady, weep no more; lest I give cause Than doth become a man; I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. Who to my father was a friend, to me Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, Imo. Nay, stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; Post. How! how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, [Putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles I still win of you: for my sake, wear this ; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. [Putting a bracelet on her arm. Imo. O the gods! When shall we see again? PISANIO DELIVERS A LETTER TO IMOGEN WHICH HE Pis. Please you read ; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing Imo. [Reads.]"Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath been false to my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life I shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal." Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed, Pis. Alas, good lady! THE LAMENT OF ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE. WITH fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, SONG OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, To thee the reed is as the oak: Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! Quiet consummation have ; |