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As will disperse itself through all the veins,
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,
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
THE CONTEST OF ROMEO AND PARIS.
Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;
these gone ;
Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say-
Par. I do defy thy conjurations*,
Par. 0,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?-0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
ROMEO'S LAST SPEECH OVER JULIET IN THE TOMB.
0, 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 conquerd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy checks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, 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 stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here will I remain
* I refuse to do as thon conjurest me to do; i. e. depart.
With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, here
Timon of Athens.
The painting is almost the natural man ;
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 pro
† Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.
perer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? 0, what a precious comfort ’tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
A FAITHFUL STEWARD.
So the gods bless me,
'They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall f, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honour
able, 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
pityAnd so, intendings 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 calinary 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 bints, abrupt remarks.
A balf cap is a cap slightly moved, not pat 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 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.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
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 atflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honour:
* « If he did not want it for a good use,”