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Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The flapes of beafts upon them. Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd God,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain,
As I feem now: their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer;
Nor in a way to chaste : fince my defires
Run not before mine honour; nor my lufts
Burn hotter than my faith.

Miftrefs of the Sheep-fbearing.

Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd,

upon

This day, the was both pantler, butler, cook ;
Both dame, and fervant; welcom'd all; ferv'd all;
Would fing her fong,and dance herturn: now here,
At upper end o' the table, now, i' the middle;
On his fhoulder, and his: her face o' fire
With labour; and the thing, fhe took to quench it,
She would to each one fip: you are retir'd,
As if you were a fcafted one, and not
The hoftefs of the meeting. Pray you, bid
These unknown friends to us welcome; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your bluthes; and prefent yourself
That which you are, mistress o'the feaft. come on,
And bid us welcome to your theep-fhearing,
As your good flock thall profper.

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Per. Out, alas!

Would blow you through and through. Now,
You'd be fo lean, that blasts of January
my fairest friend,

I would I had fome flowers o' the fpring, that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin-branches yet
For the flow'rs now, that, frighted, thou let 'st fall
Your maiden-heads growing:-0, Proferpina,
From Dis's waggon! daffodils

That come before the fwallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But fweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primrofes,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his ftrength, a malady
Molt incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-lis being one! O, thefe I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my fweet friend,
To firow him o'er and o'er.

Flo. What? like a corfe?

Por. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a corfe: or if not to be buried, but quick, and in mine arms.

A Lover's

A Lover's Commendation.

What you do, Still betters what is done. When you fpeak, fweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you fing, I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms; Pray fo; and, for the ord'ring your affairs, Tofing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the fea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, And own no other function: each your doing, So fingular in each particular, Crowns what you're doing in the prefent deeds, That all your acts are queens.

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They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it; He looks like footh: He fays, he loves my daughter; I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll ftand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kifs to chuse, Who loves another beft.

Prefents little regarded by real Lovers.
Pol. How now, fair fhepherd ?
Your heart is full of fomething that does take
Your mind from feafting. Sooth, when I was
young,

And handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my the with knacks: I would have

ranfack'd

The pedlar's filken treasury, and have pour'd it
To her acceptance; you have let him go,
And nothing marted with him. If your lafs
Interpretacion fhould abuse; and call this,
Your lack of love, or bounty; you were straited
For a reply, at least, if you make care
Of happy holding her.

Flo. Old Sir, I know,

She prizes not fuch trißes as thefe are:

The gifts, the looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd

Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my
love
Before this ancient Sir, who, it should feem,
Hath fometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this hand,
'As foft as dove's-down, and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the faun'd fnow,
That's bolted by the northern blaf twice o'er.

Tender Affection.

Were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye fwerve; had force, and knowledge

More than was ever man's-I would not prize them Without her love: for her, employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them, to her fervice, Or to their own perdition.

A Father the best Guest at his Son's Nuptials. Is, at the nuptials of his fon, a guest, Methinks, a father That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable

Of reafonable affairs? Is he not ftupid [hear? Know man from man? difpute his own eftate? With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, But what he did being childish?

Fla. No, good Sir!

He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Than mott have of his age.

Pol. By my white beard,

You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong
Something unfilial: reason, my fon,

Should choose himself a wife; but as good reafon,
The father (all whofe joy is nothing elfe
In fuch a bufinefs.
But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome counfel

Rural Simplicity.

I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,
I was not much afeard: for once, of twice,
The felf-fame fun, that shines upon his court,
Looks on alike.
Hides not his vifage from our cottage, bur

Selfifh old Man. O, Sir,

You have undone a man of fourscore three
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yca,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie clote by his honeft boncs: but now
Some hangman muft put on my throw d, and lay me
Where no
prieft fhovels in duft.

Profperity the Bond, Affliction the Loofer, of Love.
Profperity's the very bond of love,
Whole freth complexion and whofe heart together
Affliction alters.

Self-Conceit.

Ant. How blessed are we, that are not simple

men!

Yet nature might have made me as these are;
Therefore I will not difdain.

Self-reproach, and too fevere Reproof.
Cle. At the laft,

Do, as the Heavens have done; forget your evils; With them, forgive yourself.

Leo. Whilft I remember

Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them; and so still think of
The wrong I did myfelf: which was fo much,
That heirlefs it hath made my kingdom; and
Deftroy'd the fweet'ft companion, that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.

Pau. True, too true, my lord:

If, one by one, you wedded all the world,

Or, from the all that are, took fomething good,
To make a perfect woman; the, you kill'd,
Would be unparallel'd.

Leo. I think fo. Kill'd!

She I kill'd! I did fo; but thou ftrik'ft me
Sorely, to fay I did; it is as bitter

Upon thy tongue, as in my thought: now, good
Say fo but feldom.

Cle. Not at all, good lady:

[now,

You might have fpoke a thousand things, that
would

Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd
Your kindnefs better.

Love more rich for what it gives.

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HIS captain's heart,

Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burk
The buckles in his breaft, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipfy's luft.

Love, the Nobleness of Life.

Of the ranged empire fall! here is my fpace;
Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beaft as man: the noblenefs of life
Is, to do thus; when fuch a mutual pair,
And fuch a twain can do't; in which, I bind

Leo. I might have look'd upon my queen's full On pain of punishment, the world to weet,

eyes;

Have taken treasure from her lips

Pau. And left them

More rich, for what they yielded.

A captivating Woman.

-This is a creature,

Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all profeffors elfe; make profelytes
Of who the but bid follow.

Anguifb of Recollection for a loft Friend.
Pr'ythee, no more; ccafe; thou know'ft,
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure,
When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy fpeeches
Will bring me to confider that, which may
Unfurnith me of reafon.

Effects of Beauty.
The bleffed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
Do climate here!

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We stand up peerlets.

Lover's Praife.

Fie, wrangling queen!

Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whofe every pattion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!

Great Minds refpe&t Truth.

Mef. The nature of bad news infects the teller.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-

On :

Things, that are paft, are done, with me-'tis thus;
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.

Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;
Name Cleopatra as fhe's call'd in Rome:
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrafe; and taunt my faults
With fuch full licence, as both truth and malice
Have pow'r to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds
When our quick winds lie ftill; and our ills told us,
Is as our caring.

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Sir, you and I have lov'd-but there's not it;-
That you know well: fomething it is I would-The
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all-forgotten..

Cleopatra's Wifes for Antony on parting.
Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpity'd folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your fword
Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth fuccefs
Be ftrew'd before your feet!

Antony's Vices and Virtues.

Lep. I must not think

There are evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, feem as the fpots of heaven, More fiery by night's blacknefs; hereditary, Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change, Than what he chooses.

Caf. You are too indulgent. Let us grant,

is not

it

Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to fit
And keep the turn of tipling with a flave;
To reel the streets at noon, and ftand the buffet
With knaves that fimell of fweat: fay, this be-

comes him,

(As his compofure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemith) yet muft
Antony

No way excufe his foils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightnefs. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuoufnefs,
Full furfeits, and the drynefs of his bones,
Call on him for't: but to confound fuch time,
That drums him from his fport, and fpeaks as loud
As his own ftate, and ours-tis to be chid
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their prefent pleasure,
And fo rebel to judgment.

Antony,

Leave thy lafcivious waffels. When thou once
Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou flew'ft
Hirtius and Panfa, confuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'ft againft,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than favages could futler: Thou didft drink
The ftale of horfes, and the gilded puddle
Which beafts would cough at. Thy palate then
did deign

The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge;
Yea, like the ftag, when fnow the pafture fheets,
The barks of trees thou browfedft; on the Alps,
It is reported, thou didst eat ftrange flesh,
Which fome did die to look on and all this
(It wounds thine honour that I fpeak it now)
Was borne fo like a foldier, that thy check
So much as lank'd not.

demi Atlas of this carth, the arm And burgonet of man. He's fpeaking now, Or murmuring, "where's my ferpent of old Nile:" For fo he calls me; now I feed myfelf With moft delicious poifon : think on me That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time! Broad-fronted Cæfar, When thou waft here above the ground, I was A morfel for a monarch; and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in brow; There would he anchor his afpect, and die With looking on his life.

my

Meffengers from Lovers, grateful.

How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee.

Antony's Love and Difpofition.

Ale. Good friend, quoth he,

Say, "the firm Roman to great Egypt fends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty prefent, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms: all the eaft,
Say thou, fhall call her miftrefs." So he nodded,
And foberly did mount an arm-gaunt fteed,
Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have
Was beatly dumb'd by him.
[fpoke

Cle. What, was he fad, or merry?
Ale. Like to the time o' th' year, between the

extremes

Of hot and cold; he was nor fad nor merry.

Cle. O well-divided difpofition!—Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him,

He was not fad; for he would fhine on those
That make their looks by his : he was not merry;
Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy: but between both:
O heavenly mingle-Be'ft thou fad or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;
So does it no man elfe.

The Vanity of human Wishes.

Pom. If the great gods be juft, they fhall affift The deeds of justeft men.

Men. Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are fuitors to their throne; The thing we fue for. [decay

Beg often our own harms, which the wife pow's
Men. We, ignorant of ourselves,
Deny us for our good; fo find we profit,
By lofing of our prayers.

Pompey's for Antony's Captivity in Pleafure.

Pont. I know, they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love,

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Defcription of Cleopatra's failing down the Cydnus.

The barge fhe fat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the fails, and fo perfumed, that The winds were love-fick with them: th' oars were filver;

Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made The water which they beat, to follow fafter, As amorous of their strokes. For her own perfon, It beggar'd all defcription: the did lic In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tilfuc), O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee The fancy out-work nature. On each fide her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids, 1 With divers-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem To glow the delicate checks which they did cool, And what they undid, did.

Agr. O rare for Antony!

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes, And made their bends adornings. At the helm, A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle Swell with the touches of thofe flow'r-foft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe Of the adjacent wharfs. The city calt Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did fit alone, Whistling to th' air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.

Cleopatra's infinite Power in pleafing. Age cannot wither her, nor custom tale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed; but the makes hungry, Where moft the fatisfies. For vileft things Become themfelves in her, that the holy prieits Blefs her when the is riggish.

The unfettled Humour of Lovers. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me fome music; mufic, moody food Of us that trade in love.

Omnes. The music, ho!

Enter Mardian the Eunuch.

Cleo. Let it alone: let's to billiards: come, Charmian.

Char. My arm is fore, beft play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman; come--you'll play with me, fir? Mar. As well as I can, madain.

Cleo. And when good will is fhew'd, tho' it

come too short,

The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
My mufic playing far off, I will betray
Give me mine angle-we'll to the river: there,
Tawny-finn'd fithes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their flimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And fay, Ah ha! you're caught.

Char. 'Twas merry, when

You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a falt-fifh on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

Cleo. That time !-O times!

I laught him out of patience; and that night
I laught him into patience and next morn,

Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilft
I wore his fword Philippan.

Ambition, jealous of a too fuccessful Friend,
O Silius, Silius!

[not

I have done enough: a lower place, note well,
May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away.
Oltarvia's Entrance, what it should bave been.
Why have you ftol'n upon us thus? You come
Like Cafar's fifter: the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an ufher, and
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
Long cre fhe did appear: the trees by th' way
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the duft
Should have afcended to the roof of heaven,
Rais'd by your populous troops. But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The oftentation of our love, which, left un fhewn,
Is often left unlov'd: we thould have met you
By fea, and land; fupplying ev'ry flage
With an augmented greeting.

Women. Women are not

In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjurę The ne'er-touch'd veftal.

Fortune

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