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And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct,* come unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!-(Drinks.] O, true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.
THE painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Even such as they give out.
THE PLEASURE OF DOING GOOD.
0, 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 properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends! O, wbat a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's for. tunes!
A FAITHFUL STEWARD.
So the gods bless me,
When all our officest have been oppress'd
* Conductor. † Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.
# The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c
Il'ith rio ous feeders; when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine: when every room
Dath blaz’d with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy;
I have retired me to a wasteful cock,*
And set mine eyes at flow.
They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall,t want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honour.
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
And so, intendingt other serious matters,
Alter distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,
With certain half-capsll, and cold-moving nois,
They froze me into silence.
THE MISERABLE SHIFTS OF INGRATITUDE.
Ser. My honoured lord, -
[To Lucius. Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:-Cominend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent
uc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: How shall ! 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.
* A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.
t i. e. At an ebb. # Intending, had anciently the same meaning as attending.
§ Broken hints, abrupt remarks.
|| A half cap is a cap slightly moved, not put off.
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?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.
Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might hare shown myself honourable? how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a litile part, and undo a great deal of honour;-Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to doʻt; 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 honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.
Luc. I will look you out a good turn, Servilius.-
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed. (Exit.
Your words have took such pains, as if they la-
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were but newly born:
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe; and make his
His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
* “If he did not want it for a good use."
TIMON'S EXECRATION OF THE ATHENIANS.
SCENE.-Without the walls of Athens.
Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their stead! to general filths*
Convert o' the instant, green virginity!
Do't in your parent's eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
Aud cut your truster's throats! bound servants, steal'
Large handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed;
Thy mistress is o' the brothel! son of sixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And yet cor.fusion live-Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers beap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! lust and liberty!
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth;
That'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! breath insect breath;
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
* Common sewers.
ti. e. Contrarieties, whose nature it is to waste or de troy each other.
As we do turn our backs
From our companior, thrown into his grave:
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slij all away; ieave their false vows with him
Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor sell,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunnid poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.
Earth, yield me roots!
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison! What is bere?
Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gols,
I am no idle votarist.* Roots, you clear heaven!
Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul,
Wrong, right; base, noble;, old, young; cowari,
Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This vellow slave
Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs’d;
Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the wappen’ut widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To the April day again.1 Come, damned earth,
Thou co nmon whore of mankind, that put'st odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make ihee
Do thy right nature.
* No insincere cr inconstant supplicant. Gold will not serve me instead of roots.
# i. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness and freshe bess of youth.