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As will disperse itself through all the veins,
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
THE CONTEST OF ROMEO AND PARIS.
Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say—
And do attach thee as a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee,
Par. O,I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face ;Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?-O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
ROMEO'S LAST SPEECH OVER JULIET IN THE TOMB.
Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
* I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do; i. e. depart.
With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes look your last!
Timon of Athens.
THE painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
THE PLEASURE OF DOING GOOD.
O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or pro
+ Pictures have no bypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.
perer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
A FAITHFUL STEWARD.
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices* have been oppress'd
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cockt,
And set mine eyes at flow.
'They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall ‡, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honourable,
But yet they could have wish'd-they know not-but Something hath been amiss-a noble nature
May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity
And so, intending§ other serious matters,
After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions ||, With certain half-caps ¶, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence.
*The apartments alloted to culinary offices, &c.
A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.
i. e At an ebb.
Intending, had anciently the same meaning as attending. || Broken hints, abrupt remarks.
¶ A balf cap is a cap slightly moved, not put off.
THE MISERABLE SHIFTS OF INGRATITUDE.
Ser. My honoured lord,—
[To LUCIUS. Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir, Fare thee well:-Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath
Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
Luc. I know his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord. If his occasion were not virtuous*,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might have shown myself honourable? how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour ;-Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the more beast, I say:—I was sending to use lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope, his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind: And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honour
* "If he did not want it for a good use."