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you well.

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food ! Depart again : here, here will I remain

[Opens the tomb.

With worins that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Par. This is that banish'd haughty Mon-Will I set up my everlasting rest, tague,

49 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your It is supposed, the fair creature died;

last! And here is come to do some villanous shame

Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

(Comes forward. A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Here's to my love! [Drinks.] 0 true apotheRom. I must indeed; and therefore came I

cary! hither.

Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. 120 Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;

[Dies. Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,

Enter, at the otherend of the churchyard, FRIAR Put not another sin upon my head,

LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. By urging me to fury: 0, be gone!

Fri. L. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft By heaven, I love thee better than myself;

to-night For I come hither arm'd against myself:

Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,

there? A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Fri. L. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at my friend, thee, boy!

[They fight. 70 What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light Page. O Lord, they fight! I will go call the To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, watch.

[Exit. It burneth in the Capels' monument. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be mer- Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my ciful,

master, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. One that you

love. Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this Fri. L.

Who is it? face.

Bal.

Romeo. Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!

Fri. L, How long hath he been there? What said my man, when my betossed soul

Bal.

Full half an hour. 130 Did not attend him as we rode? I think

Fri. L. Go with me to the vault. He told me Paris should have married Juliet: Bal.

I dare not, sir: Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

My master knows not but I am gone hence; Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 80 | And fearfully did menace me with death, To think it was so? 0, give me thy hand, If I did stay to look on his intents. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

Fri. L. Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;

upon me: A grave? O, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, This vault a feasting presence full of light. I dreamt my master and another fought, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. And that my master slew him. [Laying Paris in the tomb. Fri. L.

Romeo! How oft when men are at the point of death

[Advances. Have they been merry! which their keepers call Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains 140 A lightning before death: 0, how may I 90 The stony entrance of this sepulchre? Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife ! What mean these masterless and

gory swords Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:

[Enters the tomb. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Romeo ! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? The lady stirs.

[Fuliet wakes. O, what more favour can I do to thee,

Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my lord ? Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain I do remember well where I should be, To sunder his that was thine enemy?

And there I am. Where is my Romeo ? 150 Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,

[Noise within. Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe

Fri. L. I hear some noise. Lady, come from That unsubstantial death is amorous,

that nest And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Thee here in dark to be his paramour?

A greater power than we can contradict For fear of that, I still will stay with thee: Hath thwarted our intents.

Come, come away. And never from this palace of dim night

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

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And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Among a sisterhood of holy nuns :

murder comes. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Come, go, good Juliet (Noise again), I dare no

Romeo's man; longer stay.

159 With instruments upon them, fit to open Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. These dead men's tombs.

[Exit Fri. Í.

Cap. 0 heavens! O wife, look how our What's herei a cup, closed in my true love's daughter bleeds! hand ?

This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo, his house Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :

Is empty on the back of Montague, O churí! drunk all, and left no friendly drop And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;

La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

a bell,
To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Thy lips are warm.
First Watch. [Within] Lead, boy: which way?

Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Ful. Yea, noise ? then I'll be brief. O happy Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,

dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger. To see thy son and heir more early down. 209 This is thy sheath (Stabs herself]; there rust, Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead lo-night; and let me die.

170 Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: [Falls on Romeo's body, and dies. What further woe conspires against mine age?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is Page. This is the place; there, where the in this, torch doth burn.

To press before thy father to a grave? First Watch. The ground is bloody; search Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for about the churchyard :

a while, Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. Till we can clear these ambiguities, Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;

And know their spring, their head, their true And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,

descent: Who here hath lain these two days buried. And then will I be general of your woes, 219 Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: And lead you even to death : meantime forbear, Raise up the Montagues : some others search: And let mischance be slave to patience. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Bring forth the parties of suspicion. But the true ground of all these piteous woes 180 Fri. L. I am the greatest, able to do least, We cannot without circumstance descry.

Yet most suspected, as the time and place

Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Re-enter some of the Watch, with BalTHASAR.

And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

Myself condemned and myself excused. Sec. Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found Prince. Then say at once what thou dost him in the churchyard.

know in this. First Watch. Hold him in safety, till the Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date prince come hither.

of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

230 Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; LAURENCE.

And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife : Third Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, | I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day sighs, and weeps:

Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death We took this mattock and this spade from him, Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this As he was coming from this churchyard side.

city, First Watch. A great suspicion: stay the For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. friar too.

You, to remove that siege of grief from her,

Betroth’d and would have married her perforce Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.

To County Paris: then comes she to me, 239 Prince. What misadventure is so early up, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean That calls our person from our morning's rest? To rid her from this second marriage,

Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others.

Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek A sleeping potion; which so took effect abroad?

190 As I intended, for it wrought on her La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo, The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, That he should hither come as this dire night, With open outcry, toward our monument. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Prince. What fear is this which startles in Being the time the potion's force should cease. our ears?

But he which bore my letter, Friar John, 250 First Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight Paris slain;

Return'd my letter back. Then all alone And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, At the prefixed hour of her waking, Warm and new kill'd.

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:

And by and by my master drew on him; But when I came, some minute ere the time And then I ran away to call the watch. Of her awaking, here untimely lay,

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.

words, She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, 260 Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And bear this work of heaven with patience: And here he writes that he did buy a poison But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal And she, too desperate, would not go with me, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. 290 But, as it seems, did violence on herself.

Where be these enemies? Capulet! MontaAll this I know; and to the marriage

gue! Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,

love. Unto the rigour of severest law.

And I for winking at your discords too Prince. We still have known thee for a Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. holy man.

270 Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand: Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's Can I demand. death;

Mon. But I can give thee more: And then in post he came from Mantua

For I will raise her statue in pure gold; To this same place, to this same monument. That while Verona by that name is known, 300 This letter he early bid me give his father, There shall no figure at such rate be set And threaten'd me with death, going in the As that of true and faithful Juliet. vault,

Cap. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie ; If I departed not and left him there.

Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it. Prince. A glooming peace this morning with Where is the county's page, that raised the it brings; watch?

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Sirrah, what made your master in this place? 280 Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Page. He came with flowers to strew his Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: lady's grave;

For never was a story of more woe And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Exeunt. 310

TIMON OF ATHENS.

DRAMATIS PERSONA.

TIMON, of Athens.
LUCIUS,
LUCULLUS,

flattering lords.
SEMPRONIUS,
VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends.
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain.
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.
FLAVIUS, steward to Timon.
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
An old Athenian.
FLAMINIUS,
LUCILIUS,

servants to Timon. Servilius,

CAPHIS,
PHILOTUS,
Titus,

servants to Timon's creditors.
Lucius,
HORTENSIUS,
And others,
A Page. A Fool. Three Strangers.
TIMANDRA,} mistresses to Alcibiades.

Cupid and Amazons in the mask.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Ban-

ditti, and Attendants.
Scene: A thens, and the neighbouring woods.

IO

He passes.

ACT I.

Pain. A picture, sir. When comes your book

forth? Scene I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house. Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.

Let's see your piece. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Pain.

'Tis a good piece. others, at several doors.

Poet. So'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Poet. Good day, sir.

Pain. Indifferent.
Pain.
I am glad you're well. Poet.

Admirable: how this grace 30 Poet. I have not seen you long: how goes the Speaks his own standing! what a mental power world?

This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Poet.

Ay, that's well known: One might interpret. But what particular rarity? what strange,

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Which manifold record not matches? See, Here is a touch ; is't good ? Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Poet.

I will say of it,
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. It tutors nature: artificial strife

Pain. I know them both ; th'other's a jeweller. Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord.
Jew.
Nay, that's most fix'd.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Mer. A most incomparable man, breathed, as Pain. How this lord is follow'd! it were,

Poet. The senators of Athens: happy man! To an untirable and continuate goodness:

Pain. Look, more!

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Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood Few. I have a jewel here

of visitors. Mer. O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, | I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, sir ?

Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for With amplest entertainment: my free drift that

Halts not particularly, but moves itself Poet. [Reciting to himself] 'When we for re- In a wide sea of wax: no levelld malice compense have praised the vile,

Infects one comma in the course I hold; It stains the glory in that happy verse

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Which aptly sings the good.”

Leaving no tract behind.

50 Mer.

'Tis a good form. Pain. How shall I understand you?
[Looking at the jewel. Poet.

I will unbolt to you.
Few. And rich: here is a water, look ye. You see how all conditions, how all minds,
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some As well of glib and slippery creatures as
dedication

Of grave and austere quality, tender down To the great lord.

Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune Poet.

A thing slipp'd idly from me. 20 Upon his good and gracious nature hanging Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

Subdues and properties to his love and tendance From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatShows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies

To Apemantus, that few things loves better Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Than to abhor himself; even he drops down 60

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else,

The knee before him and returns in peace

Enter an old Athenian.
Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain.

I saw them speak together. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Tim.

Freely, good father. 110 hill

Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. Feign's Fortune to be throned: the base o' the Tim. I have so: what of him? mount

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,

before thee. That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Tim. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius ! To propagate

their states: amongst them all, Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, Old Ath. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,

thy creature, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; By night frequents my house. I am a man Whose present grace to present slaves and serv- That from my first have been inclined to thrift; ants

71 And my estate deserves an heir more raised Translates his rivals.

Than one which holds a trencher. Pain, 'Tis conceived to scope.

Tiin.

Well; what further ? 120 This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount On whom I may confer what I have got: To climb his happiness, would be well express'd The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, In our condition.

And I have bred her at my dearest cost
Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on, In qualities of the best. This man of thine
All those which were his fellows but of late, Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
Some better than his value, on the moment 79 Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Myself have spoke in vain.
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

Tim.

The man is honest. Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: Drink the free air.

His honesty rewards him in itself;

130 Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these? It must not bear my daughter. Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change Tim.

Does she love him? of mood

Old Ath. She is young and apt: Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants Our own precedent passions do instruct us Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top What levity's in youth. Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Tim. [To Lucilius] Love you the maid? Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Pain. 'Tis common:

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be A thousand moral paintings I can show 90 missing, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of I call the gods to witness, I will choose Fortune's

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well And dispossess her all. To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen Tinn.

How shall she be endow'd, The foot above the head.

If she be mated with an equal husband?

Old Ath. Three talents on the present; in Trumpets sound. Enter LORD TIMON, address

future, all. ing himself courteously to every suitor; a

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath served me Messenger from VENTidius talking with him;

long: Lucilius and other servants following: To build his fortune I will strain a little, Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you? For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: Mess. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, debt,

And make him weigh with her. His means most short, his creditors most strait: Old Ath.

Most noble lord, Your honourable letter he desires

Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. To those have shut him up; which failing,

Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Periods his comfort.

promise. Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never I am not of that feather to shake off

may My friend when he must need me. I do know That state or fortune fall into my keeping, 150 him

Which is not owed to you ! A gentleman that well deserves a help:

(Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your him.

lordship! Mess. Your lordship ever binds him.

Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his

anon: ransom,

Go not away

What have you there, my friend? And being enfranchised, bid him come to me. Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

Your lordship to accept. But to support him after. Fare you well.

Tim.

Painting is welcome. Mess. All happiness to your honour! [Exit. The painting is almost the natural man;

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