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Thy thoughts with nobleness, that thou mayst prove
To shame invulnerable, and stick i'th' wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that eye thee!

Coriolanus' Mother''s pathetic Speech to him.

Think with thyself,

How more unfortunate than all Irving women 0 Are we come hither; since thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with coinforts,

Constrains thejn weep, and shake with sear and sorrow;
Making the mother, wise, and child*va see,
The son, the husband, and the father tearing
.His country's bowels out; and to poor we
Thine enmityVmost capital; thou barr'st us
Our prayers to. the gods, which is a cointoit
That all but we enjoy. * * *
*..* * * We must sind,
An eminent calamity though we had
Our wish which side^fhou'd win. -For eitherj
•Must, as a foreign recreant, be led >
With manacles along our streets: or else^"
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin^
And bear the palm for having.brately she!
Thy wise and children's bloo)fci 'Hor my|
I purpose not to wait on fortune, -till
These wars determine; if ..j'can't .persuade thee
"Rather to shew a noble grace to both parts,


In the Two Nahk Kinsmen, Ascitt, lamenting the many miseries of their captivity, among the rest complains that they

sliould have

t No issue know th*m ;—

No figure of ourselves shall we e'er see,

To glad our eye, and like young eagles, teach 'em

Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and fay

Remember what your fathers were—and conquer.


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.

Scene IV. Peace after a Siege*

Ne'er thro' an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the re-comforted thro' th' gates. Why, hark you!
(15.) The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and sises,
Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Hemans
Make the fun dance.

(15) The, ice.J Shahespiar possibly might have this verse from the 3d chapter 01 Daniel, in view, when he wrote the above.

Jit wbat time ye hear the found of the cornet, Jlutc, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, .and.ail kinds of mujic, ye Jail dovin and wajhip tht golden image, &c

Or this from the last Psalm.

Prase hj?v tvith the found of the trumpet, praise him viith the psaltery and ha p: pra'sc hhn with the timbrel and dance, praise him with the Jlringtd injfr^v.cnti a,ul organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals, pra'fe him upon the high-founding cymbals. Let every thing that hath breath tora'fe the Lprd.


General Observation.

The tragedy of Coriolanus (says Johnson) is one of the most amusing of our author's performances. The old man's mesriment in Mencnim; the lofty lady's dignity in Vohmnia; the bridal modesty in Virgilia; the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a'very pleasing and interesting 'variety: and the various-revolutions of the hero's fortune fill the mmd with anxious curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustlt in the first act, and too little in the last.

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Parting Lovers.

Imo. H O U should'st have made him

JL As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him.

Pis. Madam, so I did.

Into. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crackt 'em, but

To look upon him; (1) till the diminution
Of space, had pointed him sharp as my needle;
Nay, followed him, 'till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept: but, good
When shall we hear from him? ,

Pis. Be aflur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to fay; ere I could tell him


(1) Till, tee.] There needs no alteration here: Imogen fays, "She wovild not have last to after-eye him, till he was as little as a crow, nay, she would have crackt her eye-strings to look ipon him, till the diminution of space [the lessening of the nace he took up] had pointed him sharp as a needle," (till the ace he took up seem'd not only small as a bird, but even sharp, a needle's point.)

How I would think of him at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and such; or 3'-could make him fwsat,

The she's 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,

T' encounter me with orisons, (for then

I am in heav'n for him ;) or e'er I could

Give him that parting kiss, (2) which I had set

Betwixt two charming-words, contes in my father,

And like the tyrannous breathing of the north,

Skakes all our buds from blowing *.

Scene VIII. The Baseness of Faljhood to a Wife,

Doubting things go-ill, qfl^n hurts more,
Than to be sure they do; for certainties
Or are past remedies ; -or tirnt^i.-JuSowing,
The remedy then borne, tUsepECjuo me
What both you spur and stop* i-i
lacb. (3) Had I this cheek*".',!

.'iiJ.Si. To

(2) Jffc&,:&c] ftfr. Win-burton, uijius. note on this passage, lit. flie.'two charming words

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To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch
Whose very touch wou'd force the seeler's foul
To th' 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; ioin gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falshood as with labour;
Then glad myself by peeping in an eye,
Base and unlustrious as the smoaky light
That's sed with stinking tallow: it were sit
That all the plagues of hell mould at one time
Encounter such revolt.


Imogens Bedchamber; in one Part of it, a large Trunk.

Imogen is discovered reading.

Imo. Mine eyes are weak

Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed
Take not away the taper, leave it burning:
And if thou canst awake by four o'th' clock,
I prithee call me—Sleep hath seized me wholly.

[Exit Lady.

To your protection I commend me, gods,


To be pnrtner'd
With tom-boys, hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield: with diseas'd ventures
That play with ail infirmities for gold,
Which rottenness lends nature! such boil'd stuff
As well might poison poison: be reveng'd, £3V.

These lines are well worthy the reflection of all those gent'eiuen, who style themselves Mai of Pleasure: if they would duly weigh the truth of them; their own pride sure would be the. first thing, to drum ibem, as 'Sbakcffear. fays, from their lascivious ports.

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