Stay not, begone:-live, and hereafter say-
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy conjurations,*

And do attach thee as a felon here..

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight.

*

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.

O, my love! my wife!

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy!
Forgive me, cousin!-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair! Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour!
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;

* I refuse to do as thou conjurest me ta do, i. e. depart.

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,

TIMON OF ATHENS.

ACT I.

PAINTING.

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.f

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 properer 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!

ACT II.

A FAITHFUL STEWARD.

So the gods bless me,

When all our offices have been oppress'd

* Conductor. ↑ Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.

The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c.

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; 1 have retired me to a wasteful cock,*

And set mine eyes at flow.

INGRATITUDE.

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.

ACT III.

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

sent

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.

*A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.

ti. e. At an ebb.

same meaning as attending.

Intending, had anciently the

§ Broken hints, abrupt remarks.

II 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 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 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.[Exit SERVILius. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed; And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed. [Exit.

AGAINST DUELLING.

Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd

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

wrongs

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."

ACT IV.

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,
And 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 confusion live!-Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap

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 infect 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 destroy each other. For libertinism.