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SCENE IV. Romeo's last Speech over Juliet, in

the Vault.

(10) O, my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquerd; beauty's enlign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody feet? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his, that was thy 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 still will stay with thee ; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again : here, here will I remain, With worms that are thy chambermaids; oh here Will I set up my everlasting reft; And shake the yoke of inauspicious ftars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last !

(10) O my, &c.] I have given the reader this last speech of Romeo, rather to let him into the plot, and convince him of the merit of the alterations made in it, than for any fingular beauty of its own ; Romeo's surviving till Juliet awakens, is certainly productive of great beauties, particularly in the acting. And, indeed, this play of our author's hath' met with tetter fuccess, than any other which has been attempted to be altered : whoever reads Otway's Caius Marius, will soon be convinc'd of

and it is to be wish'd; none would presume to build upon Shakespear 's foundation, but fuch as are equal maiters with Otway.

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Arms, take your last embrace and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kifs
A dateless bargain to engrolling death!
Come, bitter condu& ! come, unfav'ry guide!
Thou desp'rate pilot, now at once run on
The dalhing rocks, my sea-fick, weary, bark :
Here's to my love! oh, true apothecary!

[Drinks the poifon, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

[Dies.

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Timon of Athens.

ACT I. SCENE II.

PAINTING.

H E painting is almost the natural ntan :

For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature; He is but outside: pencil'd figures are Ey'n such as they give out.

Scene V. The Pleasure of doing good. Oh, you gods, (think 1) what need we have any friends, if we should never havé need of 'em ? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have often with'd 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. Ś CEN E IV.

A faithful Steward.

So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been opprest.

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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 minftrelfie,
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock (1),
And set mine eyes at fiow.

SCENE V. The Ingratitude of Timon's Friends.

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 with-they know not
Something hath been amifs-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 (2) fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
They froze me into silence.

Tim. You gods reward them!
I pr’ythee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it feldom flows,
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind ;
And nature, as it grows again tow'rd earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dall and heavy.

ACT III.

SCENE VI. .

Against Duelling
Your Words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring man-flaughter into form, fet quarrelling

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(1) Cock, i. e. a cockloft, a garret : and, a wasteful cock fig. nifies, a garret lying in waste, neglected, put to no use. Oxford editor.

(2) Fractions) i, e. These breaks in speech ; such as are expreit above.

Upon the head of valour ; which, indeed,
Is valour mis-begot, 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, (3) and make his

wrongs
His out-fides, wear them like his rayment, carelesly,
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Without the Walls of Athens. Timon's Execrations on the Athenians. 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 fenate from the bench, And minister in their feads : to general filths Convert o'th' inftant, green virginity ! Do't in your parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast; Rather than render back, out with your knives, And cut your trufters 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'th' brothel. Son of fixteen, Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping fire, And with it beat his brains out! Fear and piety, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,

Degrees, (3.) And make, &c.] The first part of the sentence is explained by the latter, “ He's truly valiant, & co that can make his wrongs his outfides, i e. wear them like his raiment carelesly.

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