CURIUS

Hail the third Cornelius. Lecca? As at Atreus feast! Look forth. Len. It still grows greater. BES. Go on, brave Sergius. Freedom we all stand for. So do I. How pretty Solennesse! So harsh, and short? Then, make my gown off, for the'encounter. I'll put you into't. What! do you coy it? I would you were. You think, this state becomes you? By Hercules, it do's not. Look i'your glass, now, And see, how sciruely that countenance shows; You would be loath to own it. Faith, but you must; and slack this bent brow; And shoot less scorn: There is a Fortune coming Towards you, Dainty, that will take thee, thus, And set thee aloft, to tread upon the head Of her own statue here in Room. How! This's handsome! And somewhat a new strain! I have known it otherwise, Between the parties, though. No, my Mistress? Hear me, You over act when you should underdo. A little call your self again, and think. If you do this to practice on Me or find At what forced distance you can hold your servant; That' it be and artificial trick, to inflame, And fire me more, fearing my love may need it, As, heretofore, you have done; why, proceed. Yes, when you'd feign Your husbands jealousy, your servants watches, Speak softly, and run often to the door, Or to the windore, form strange fears that were not; As if the pleasure were less accountable, That were secure. And, when you might better have done it, at the gate, To take me in at the casement. Yes, you my Lady. And, then, being abed with you, To have your well taught waiter, here, come running, And cry, her Lord, and hide me without cause, Crushed in a chest, or thrust up in a chimney. When he, tame, Crow, was winking at his Farm; Or, had he been here, and present, would have kept Both eyes, and beak sealed up, for six sesterces. How now! Nay, then I must stop your fury, I see; and pluck The tragic visor off. Come, Lady Cypris, Know your own virtues, quickly. I'll not be Put to the wooing of you thus, afresh, At every turn, for all the Venus in you. Yield, and be pliant; or by Pollux —How now? Will Lais turn a Lucrece? Fulvia, you do know The strengths you have upon me; Do not use Your power too Like a Tyrant: I can bear, Almost until you break me. By all the Gods, that Senate will smart deep For your upbraidings. I should be right sorry To have the means so to be venged on you, (At least, the will) as I shall shortly on them. But, go you on still: Fare you well, deer Lady; You could not still be faire'vnlesse you were proud. You will repent these moods, and ere't be long, too. I shall have you come about, again. Yes, and I know so. By the fair Entrails of the Matrons chests, Gold, Pearl, and Jewels, here in Room, which Fulvia, Will then (but late) say that she might have shared. And, grieving, miss. But, when you see the universal flood Run by your coffers; that my Lords, the Senators, Are sold for slaves, their Wives for bondwomen, Their Houses, and fine Gardens given away, And all their goods, under the Spear, at outcry, And you have none of this; but are still Fulvia, Or perhaps less, while you are thinking of it: You will advise then, Coyness, with your cushion, And look of your fingers; say, how you were wished; And so, he left, you. How now, melt you? Yes, And then it's kindly. I would have my Love Angry, sometime, to sweeten off the rest Of her behaviour. By my loved soul, I love thee, Like to it; and it's my study, More then mine own revenge, to make thee happy. Thou shalt, if thou'lt be gracious. And wilt thou kiss me, then? And print them deep? And often? Why, now my Fulvia looks, Like her bright name, And is her self. I, these sounds Become a Mistress. Here is harmony. When you are harsh, I see, the way to bend you Is not with violence, but service. Cruel, A Lady is a fire, gentle, a light. All, That I can think, sweet Love, or my breast holds, I'll pour into thee. I'll tell thee; Catiline shall now be Consul: But, you will hear more, shortly. I'll speak it, in thine arms; Let us go in. Room will be sacked, her wealth will be our prize; By public ruin, private spirits must rise. Do you know it? Oh you are . Speak not so loud. Most noble Consul, I am yours, and ers; I mean my Countries: you' have formed me new. Inspiring me, with h what I should be, truly. And I entreat, my faith may not seem cheaper For springing out of penitence. And constant Sir. We lose occasion, daily. If he do not, He is not worthy the great destiny. and Asia too, Now Pompey is returning. No? whose is not? I would there were more Rome's then one, to ruin. Nay then more e Gods, & Nature's If they took partly. Every slave a master. Made from their hope Of liberty. Then we shall kill them bravest. Make the Earth and Altar. When Husbands, Wives, Grandsires, and Nephews, Servants, and their Lords, Virgins, and Priests, the Infant, and the Nurse Go all to hell, together, in a fleet. What shall I do? For that, trust me, and Cethegus. Remove him first. In good faith, She's very ill, with sitting up. Make hast, and bid him get his guards about him. For Vargunteius, and Cornelius Have undertaken it, should Cethegus miss: Their reason, that they think his open rash esse Will suffer easier discovery, Then their attempt; so veiled under friendship. I'll bring you to your Coach. Tell him, beside, Of Caesars coming forth, here. He needs not her, nor them. Go but on, Sergius. " A valiant man is his own Fate, and Fortune. Nor I.