Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry,does forget that ever He heard the name of death. CORIOLANUS AT ANTIUM. Coriolanus. - Hear'st thou, Mars! Cor. Cor.-Measureless liar, thou hast Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forced to scold. Your judg ments, my grave lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impressed on him; that must bear My beating to his grave) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.— Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Volsces in Corioli: Alone I did it. - Boy! List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle rendered you in music: Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences; So that the air and practic part of life Must be the mistress to this theoric: Which is a wonder, how his grace should glean it, Since his addiction was to courses vain: His companies unlettered, rude, and shallow; His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports, And never noted in him any study, Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. SHAKSPEARE. ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD. THIS morning, timely rapt with holy fire, I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could most desire To honor, serve, and love, as poets use. I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great; I meant the Day-Star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of great |