Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you [Drinks the poifon, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die. [Dies. Timon T Timon of Athens. ACT I. SCENE II. PAINTING. HE painting is almoft the natural man : For fince difhonour trafficks with man's nature; He is but outfide: pencil'd figures are Ev'n fuch as they give out. SCENE V. The Pleafure of doing good. Oh, you gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of 'em? they would most resemble sweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have often wifh'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 fo many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ? ACT II. SCENE IV. A faithful Steward. So the gods blefs me, When all our offices have been oppreft With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken fpilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelfie, I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock (1), And fet mine eyes at flow. 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 forry-You are honourableBut yet they could have wisht-they know not Something hath been amifs-a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity- After distasteful looks, and these hard (2) fractions, Tim. You gods reward them! I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly. Thefe old fellows ACT III. SCENE VI. Against Duelling. Your Words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd To bring man-flaughter into form, fet quarrelling Upon (1) Cock, i. e. a cockloft, a garret and, a rafteful cock fignifies, a garret lying in waste, neglected, put to no ufe. Oxford editor. (2) Fractions] i, e. These breaks in fpeech; fuch as are expreft above. Upon the head of valour; which, indeed, The worst that man can breathe, (3) and make his His out-fides, wear them like his rayment, carelefly, ACT IV. SCENE I. Without the Walls of Athens. Timon's Execrations on the Athenians. Let me look back upon thee, O, thou wall, ; Do't in your parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast (3) And make, &c.] The first part of the fentence is explained by the latter, "He's truly valiant, &c. that can make his wrongs his outfides, i. e. wear them like his raiment carelefly. Degrees, Obfervances, cuftoms and laws, On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold Sciatica, SCENE II. A Friend for faken. As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave, With his disease of all-fhun'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone. (4) A dedicated, &c.] In Romeo and Juliet, at the beginning, he fpeaks prettily of a bud bit by an envious worm, Ere he can fpread his fweet wings to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. In the next line, the author feems to have had his eye on that trite and well-known line of Ovid's ; Nullus ad amiffas ibit amicus opes.. SCENE |