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Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Upon a rapier's point !-Stav, Tybalt, stay!
[Sberbiows berself on tbe bed. Come death, and welcime! Juliet wills it so.
Jy and Mirib turned to their Contraries.
All ihings that we ordained festival,
Turn fiom their osce to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a faj burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to fullen dir_es change ; Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears; And all things change thein to the contrary.
Our bridal How'rs ferve for a buried corle, Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house; O'crcover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Romco's Description of, and Discourse witb, the With recky Thanks and yellow chapless fkulls;
Apothecar. And hide me with a dead man in his throud - We'l, Juliet, I willie with thee 10-night. Thingsthatiohearthemtold have made me tremble; Leto's fee for means:-0 inilchief! thou art swift And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! To live an unfaind wife to my sweet love. I do remember an apuhecary
| And hercabouts he diveils--whom lare I noted Juliet's Soliloquy on drinking the Potion.
In tatier'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Farewe-God knows, hcnsefall meet again! Culling of simples; m'agre were his looks, I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Sharp misery liad worn him to the bones : That almost freezes up the heitt of life:
And in his needy fhop a tortoile hung, I'll call them back again to comfort mc.
An alligator ftuft, and other skins Nuric!- what should he do here?
Of ill-thap'd whes; and about his shelves My dismal scene I needs must act alone :
A beggarly account of cmpty boxes, Come, phial --what if this mixture do not work Green carihen poes, bladders, and musty feeds, at all!
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Must I of force be married to the County?
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show. No, no! this fall forbid it - lic thou there.
Ncting this penury, to myfulf I faid
[Pointing 19 a disser. And if a man did need a poison now, What if it be a poison, which the friar
it hose falc is present death in Mantua, Subtly hath minifter'd, to have me dead; Here lives a caititt wretch would tell it him. Left in this marriage hc should be dishonour'd, O, this fame thought did but fore-run my need; Becaulc he married me before to Romeo? sod this fame neidy man must fell it me. I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not, As I remeniher, this thould be the house. For he hath ftill been tried a holy man: Being hviy-day, the beggar's shop is thut. I will not entertain so bad a thought.- Whui, ho! apothecary! How if, when I ain laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romco
Enter Apotkrcary. Come to redeem me? the e's a fearful point! Ap Who calls so loud ?
[poor; Shall I not then be fitted in the vault, [in, Rm. Come hither, man.-) see that thou arz. To whose foul mouth no healthiome wir breathes Hold, there is forty di cats : let me have And there die stranglei cre my Romco cunes? A dram of peilon ; fuch foon-speeding geer, Or, if I live, is it not very like
As wil dil;erle itielf through all the veins, The horrible conceit of death and night, That the life-weary tiker may fall dead; Together with the terror of the place And that the rrurk may be discharg'd of breath As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
As vinlently, as hasty powder tird
Ap. Such iro:tal drugshave; but Mantua's law
Need and opprefsion itarvethi in thy eyes ; Su e. rly waking-what with loathfome smells; L'pon thy back langs rigged initery; And ihii ks, like mandrakes toru out of the earth, ! The world is not thy friend. nor the world's law, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad The work asfords no law to make thee rich; O! if I wake, thull I not be dittraught, Then be rot poor, but break it, and take this. Invironed with all these bideous fears :
Ap. My poverty, but not my wil, consenis. And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? Rom. I pay thy soverty, and not ihy will. And pluck the mangled Tvvalı from his thious!: Ap. Put this in any did thing you will, And, in this rage, with ki me great kir mau's tone, And drink it eff'; and, if you had the strength As with a club, dath out iny delp’ate brains ? Of twenty men, it would dispatch you firaight. Obcok! methinks I fee my coulin's gholt hon. There is thy seld; wurie poiton to men's Sucking Out Rumeo, that did spit his body
[ Drinks ibe Poisor. fell :
Thy drugs are quick.--Thus ivana A:
§ 34. TIMON OF ATHENS. Par. Stop thy unhallow'd tvil, vile Montague;
THE painting is almost the natural man;
For since dithonour traffics with man's nature, Rom. I must indeed; and thereiore came I
He is but outside : these pencil'd figures are hither.
Even such as they give out.
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
Or a dog, that seems a-liceping;
Or a keeper, with my freedom ;
[Tay fight, Paris falls. Amen! Amen! lo fall to 't.
A fuithful Steward.
So the gods bless me,
When all our otfices have been opprest
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:
Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'dwith minftrelly;
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock,
And set mine eyes at flow.
The Ingratitude of Timon's Friends.
They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, Romeo's laft Speicb over Juliet in tbe Vault.
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot O my love! my wife!
Do what they would; are sorry—you are hoDeath, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
nourableHath had no power yet upon thy beauty : But yet they could have with d—they know notThou art not conquer'd; beauty's enlign yet
Something hath been amiss-a noble nature Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis And death's pate flag is not advanced there.
And, fo, intending other serious matters,
They fioze me into silence.
Tim. You gods, reward them!
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth, And never from this palace of diin night
Is fashion d for the journey, dull, and heavy.
[lefsly; The dating rocks thy fea-sick, weary bark I. His outsides; to wear them, like his raiment, care
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With fenators on the bench : this is it,
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; Timon's Execrations on tbe Albenians.
She, whom the spitalhouse and ulcerous fores Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices That girdleft in those wolves ! dive in the earth. To the April day again. Come, damned earth, And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incon
Thou common whore of mankind,that putt'It odds tinent!
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Obedience fail in children ! Naves, and fools,
Do thy right nature. Pluck the grave wrinkled lenare from the bench,
Timon to Alcibiades. And minifter in their steads! to generai filiis
Go on-here's gold-go on; Conyert o' the instant, green virginity! Do't in your parents eyes! Bankrupts, hold fast; Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poison
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Rather than render back, out with your knives, in the sick air: let not thy fword ikip one: And cut your trusters' throats! Bound servants, Pity not honour'd age for his white beard; Iteal!
He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron; Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
It is her habit only that is honest, And pill by law! Maid, to thy matter's bed;
Herself's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek Thy mistrets it o' the brothel ! Son of sixteen,
Make soft thy trenchant sword; forthose milk paps, Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy oid limping fire, that through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, With it beat out his brains! Piety and fear,
Are not within the leaf of pity writ; Religion to the gods, pe::ce, justice, truth,
But let them down horrible traitors. Spare not the Domeftic awe, night-reft, and neighbourhood,
babe, Instruction, manners, myftcries, and trades,
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Degrees, observances, cultoms, and laws,
mercy : Decline to your confounding contraries,
Think it a baluard, whom the oracle And yet confusion live! —Plagues incident to men, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Your potent and infectious fevers hcap
And mince it fans remorse. Sivcar againít objects; On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica, Put armour on thine ears and on thinc eyes, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, por As lamely as their manners. Luft and liberty
babes, Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth; Nor fight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: And drown themselves in riot! liches, blains, Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Sow all th’ Athcnian bosoms; and their crop Confounded be thyself! Speak not, begone. Be general leprosy! breath infect breath ; That their society, as their friendship, may
To the Courtezans. Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thce,
Cinsumptions low Buț nakedness, thou detestable town!
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, A Friend forsaker.
And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
That he may never more false title plead,
Nor sound his quillets fhrilly : hear the flamen
And not believes himle'f: down with the nose, Slink all away ; leave their falle vows with him, Down with it fat; take the biidge quite away Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor
fclf, Of him that, his particular to foresee, A dedicated beggar to the air,
Smells from the gen’ral weal: make curl'd-pate With his discale of all-thunn'd poverty,
ruffians bald, Walks, like contempt, alone.
And let the unscarrid braggarts of the war
Derive fome pain from you.
Timon's Reflections on the Earth.
Teems, and feeds all; v hofe felf-fame mettle, Wrong, right; base, noble ; old, young; coward, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft, valiant.
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods: The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, why, this
With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven, Will lug your priests and servants from your fides: Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : Yield him, who all thy human fons doth hate, This yeilow save
From forth thy plcnteous bosom, one poor root ! Wil knit and break religions; bless the accurs d; Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb! Make the noar leprosy ador'd; place thicves, Let it no more bring out ingratiful man!
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears, | That never knew but better, is some burthen. Teen with new monsters, whom thy upward face Thy nature did coinmence in fufferance ; time Hath to the marble mansion all above
Hath made thec hard in 't. Why shouldīt thou Never presented !-0, a root~icar thankst
hate men ? Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas, They never fatter d thee. What has thou given? Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorill draughts, If thou wilt curse thy father, that poor rag And morsels unētuous, greases his pure mind, Must be thy subject; who in spite put stuff That from it all consideration flips !
To fome the-beggar, and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! begone.
If thou hadít not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadit been a knave, and flatterer.
On Gold. From change of fortune. Why this spade? this O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce place?
[Looking on the gold.
May have the world in empire.
Tinion to the Thieves.
likeness. Why should you want ? behold, the earth hath Tim. Were I like thee, I 'd throw away myself. roots! Apm. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Within this mile break forth an hundred springs; thyself,
The oaks bear malts, the briers scarlet hips; A madman so long, now a fool : what, think's The bounteous hulwife, nature, on each bush That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? Will put thy sbírt on warm? will these moist trees, i Tbief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
water, And skip when thou point'it out :-will the cold As beasts, and birds, and fishes. brook,
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, Candied with ice, cawdle thy nurning taste,
and fishes; To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the crea- You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con,
That you are thieves profeft; that you work not Whose naked natures live in all the spice In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhouted trunks, In limited profeflions. Rascal thieves, To the conflicting clements expos'd,
Here's gold: go, fuck the subtle blood o’the grape, Answer mere nature-bid them flatter thee; Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, O! thou shalt hind
And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician; Tim. Thou art a flave, whom fortune's tender His antidotes are poiton, and he says
More than you rob: take wealth and lives to. With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog.
gether : Hadst thou, like us, from our first fivath, proceeded Do villany; do, since you profess to do 't, : The sweet degrees that this brief world affords Like workmen : I'll example you with thievery, To such as may the pallive d.ugs of it
The sun 's a thicf, and with his great attraction Freely command, thou wouldit have plung'd thy- Robs the vast fca; the moon 's an arrant thief, In general rior; melted down thy youth [self And her pale fire the soatches from the sun; In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge refolves The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd The moon into falt tears; the earth 's a thief, The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, That feeds and breeds by a composture folen Who had the world as my confectionary, [men From gen’ral excrement: each thing's a thicf; The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of The laws, yourcurb and whip, in their
rough pow'r At duty, more than I could frame employment; Have uncheck'dtheft. Love not yourselves; away; That numberless upon me fuck, as leaves Rob one another. There's more gold: cut throats; Do on the oak-have with one winter's brush All that you moct are thieves: to Athens, go, Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare, Break open Thops ; nothing can you ftcal, For every sterm that blows:-1, to bear this, But thieves do lose it.
WILT thou draw near them were oftere pudThat blabb'd them with such pleafing cloquence,
On his honeft Steward.
A Ring, in a dark Pit.
Doth thine upon the dead man's earthy checksy
Young Luy playing on a Lute and singing. I fell with curses.
Fair Philomcia, the but lost her tongue, Methiuks, thou art more honest now than wisc ; and in a redivus lampier few'd her mind : For, by oppreiling and betraying me,
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; Thou inight't have tvuner got another service :
d craftier Tereus haft thou met withal, For many to arrive at ficond masters,
And he hath cut those pretty fingers. off, Upon their tiist lord's neck.
That could have better few'd than Philomel.
O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble, like alpen leaves, upon a lute,
Or had he heard the heavenly harmony,
He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep,
As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.
A Lady's Tongue cut out.
O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, in being inerciful
Is torn fiom forth that pretty hollow cage; Swect mercy is nobility's true badge.
Where, like a sweet mielodious bird, it lung
Sivect varicd notes, enchanting every car!
A Perfon in Dffair compared to one on a Rock, &c. Of noble minds, is honourablt mced.
For now I ftand as one upon a rock,
Environ'd with a wilderness of fea;
Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, The trake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;
Expecting ever when fome envious furge I be green leaves quiver with the cooling wind. Will in his brinish bowels twallow him. And inake a chequerid fhadow on the ground : Tears compared to Dew on a Lily. Under thcir liveet shade, Aaron, let us fit; And-whilli the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey-dew
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Replying thrilly to the well-tund horns, As if a doulle hunt were heard at once
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. Let us fit down, and mark their yelling noise :
Reflections on killing a Fly. And after contiel--fuch as was suppos d
Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but killd a fly. The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoy'd, Tit. But how it that fly had a father and mother! When with a happy form they were furpris'd, How would he hang his sender, gilded wings, And curta w'd with a counsei-keeping care And buz lamenting doings in the air ! Wemy, cach wreathed in the order's arms, Poor harmleis fly! Our pattimes dune, prilets a gol!en slumber! That, with his pretty buzzing melody, Ti ble's hounds, and horns, and fiveet melodious Caine here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd Bu unto us as is a nurse's tong
[birds, him! et lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.
Vile, a dark and melancholy one defcribed. Lo, by thy si Je, where rape and murder stands, Á birren det fied vale, you fee, it is : Now give tome furance that thou art revenge, The trees, tho'summer, yet forlorn and lean, Srab them, or tear them on thy chariot whuels ; O'ercome with moss, ard baleful misleltoe. And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, Here never thines the fun; here nothing breeds, and whirl along with thee about the globe, L'oless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. Provide thee two proper palfrics, as black as jet, and, when they thew'd me this abhorred pit, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, They told ine, here, at dead time of the nigiit, And find out murderers in their guilty caves : A tiintifand fiends, a thousand hilling snakes, And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, I will disimount, and by the waggon wlieel Would make such fearful and confused cries, Trot, like a fervilc funtman, all day long; As any mortal body, hearing it,
Even from liyperion's riting in thic tali, Should straight ful mad, or ille die fude!enly. Until his very downtal in the fid.