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SCENE IV. Romeo's laft Speech over Juliet, in the Vault.
(10) O, my love, my wife!
Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,
And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars
From this world-weary'd flefh. Eyes, look your last!
(10) O my, &c.] I have given the reader this laft fpeech 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 furviving till Juliet awakens, is certainly productive of great beauties, particularly in the acting. And, indeed, this play of our author's hath met with better fuccefs, than any other which has been attempted to be altered: whoever reads Otrway's Caius Marius, will foon be convinc'd of and it is to be wifh'd, none would prefume to build upon Shakespear's foundation, but such as are equal mafters with Otway.
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you
[Drinks the poifon.
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die.
Timon of Athens.
ACT I. SCENE II.
THE painting is almoft the natural man
For fince difhoñour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but outfide: pencil'd figures are
SCENE V. The Pleasure of doing good.
Oh, you gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we fhould never have need of 'em? they would most resemble fweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have often wish'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 opprest
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
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 wifht-they know notSomething hath been amifs-a noble nature
May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pityAnd fo intending other serious matters,
After diftafteful looks, and thefe hard (2) fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
Tim. You gods reward them!
I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly.
Thefe old fellows
Your Words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd To bring man-flaughter into form, fet quarrelling
(1) Cock, i. e. a cockloft, a garret : and, a rafieful cock fig nifies, a garret lying in wafte, neglected, put to no ufe. Oxford
(2) Fractions] i, e. Thefe breaks in fpeech; fuch as are expreft
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
The worst that man can breathe, (3) and make his wrongs
His out-fides, wear them like his rayment, carelefly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
A C T IV.
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 faft;
(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, e. wear them like his raiment carelefly.