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And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
TIMON OF ATHENS.
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.t
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, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
A FAITHFUL STEWARD.
• 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
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
, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence.
[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.
t i. e. At an ebb. § Intending, had anciently the same meaning as attending.
§ Broken hints, abrupt remarks.
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:-1 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.
[Exit 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
bour'd To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling Upon the head of valour; which, indeed, Is valour misbegnt, 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.
SCENE.-Without the walls of Athens.
Common sewers. ti. e. Contrarieties, whose nature it is to waste or destroy each other.
A FRIEND FORSAKEN.
Earth, yield me roots!
[Digging. Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate With thy most operant poison! What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods I am no idle votarist.*
Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul,
fair; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow 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’dt 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. Come, damned earth, Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Do thy right nature
* No insincere or inconstant supplicant. Gold will not serve me instead of roots.
fi e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness and freshness of youth.