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Dost thou love pictures; we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook:

And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

WOMAN'S TONGUE.

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ?

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THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
To honour peereth* in the meanest habit.

What is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?

Or is the adder better than the eel,

Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.

Fie, fie

THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND.

unknit that threatening, unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body

To painful labour, both by sea and land;

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;

Appeareth.

And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?-
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions* and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?

TEMPEST.

CALIBAN'S CURSES.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven feather from unwholesome fen,

Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

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Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

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This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first

*Gentle tempers.

Thou strokedst me, and madest much of me; wouldst Water with berries in't; and teach me how

[give me

To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night; and then I lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

MUSIC.

Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

SLEEP.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth,
It is a comforter.

DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND SWIMMING ASHORE.

I saw him beat the surges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with good arms in lusty stroke

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

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All the infections that the sun sucks up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor. pinch,
Fright me with virgin shows, pitch me i' the mire,

Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

For every trifle are they set upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moe* and chatter at me,

* Make mouths.

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