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Apem. Where wouldst thou fend it?
Tim. To fauce thy dishes.

Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends. When thou waft in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mock'd thee for too much curiofity; in thy rags thou knoweft none, but are defpis'd for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee; eat it.

Tim. On what I hate I feed not.

Apem. Doft hate a medlar?

Tim. Ay, though it looks like thee.

Apem. An thou hadft hated medlers fooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now.

What man didft thou ever

know unthrift, that was belov'd after his means?

Tim. Who, without thofe means thou talk'ft of, did thou ever know belov'd?

Apem. Myfelf.

Tim. I understand thee, thou hadst fome means to keep a dog.

Apem. What things in the world canft thou neareft compare to thy flatterers?

Tim. Women neareft; but men, men are the things themfelves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Apem. Give it the beafts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Wouldft thou have thyself fall in the confufion of men, or remain a beaft with the beasts?

Apem. Ay, Timon.

Tim. A beaftly ambition, which the Gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert a lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would fufpect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accus'd by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dulnefs would torment thee; and ftill thou liv'dft but as a breakfaft to the wolf. If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee; and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine ownfelf the conqueft of thy fury. Wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horfe; wert thou a horfe, thou wouldst be feiz'd by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the fpots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All

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hy fafety were remotion, and thy defence abfence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not fubject to a beaft? And what a beaft art thou already, and feeft not thy loss in tranfformation!

Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou might't have hit upon it here. of Athens is become a foreft of beasts.

The commonwealth

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?

Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter. The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Ape

mantus.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to fpit upon! A. plague on thee!

Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe.

Tim. All villains, that do ftand by thee, are pure..
Apem. There is no leprofy but what thou speak'ft.
Tim. If I name thee:-I'll beat thee, but I should infect
my hands.

Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off!
Tim. Away, thou iflue of a mangy dog!

Choler does kill me that thou art alive :

I fwoon to see thee.

Apem. 'Would thou wouldst burst!

Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue; I am forry I shall lose

a stone by thee.

Apem. Beaft!

Tim. Slave!
Apem. Toad!

Tim. Rogue! rogue! rogue!

[Apemantus retreats backward, as going.

I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought
But even the mere neceffities upon it.

Then, Timon, prefently prepare thy grave;
Lie where the light foam of the fea may beat
Thy grave-ftone daily; make thine epitaph;

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That death in thee at others' lives may laugh.
O thou fweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold. 'Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whofe bluth doth thaw the confecrated fnow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible God, That fold'reft clofe impoffibilities,

And mak'ft them kifs! that speak'ft with every tongue,
To every purpose! Oh, thou touch of hearts!
Think thy flave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beafts
May have the world in empire.

Apem. 'Would 'twere fo;

But not till I am dead! I'll fay, thou haft gold: 'Thou wilt be throng'd to fhortly.

Tim. Throng'd to?

Apem. Ay.

Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee.

Apem. Live, and love thy mifery!

Tin. Long live fo, and fo die! I am quit.

More things like men——

—Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

[Exit Apemantus

N°. XXI.-CYMBELINE.

ACT II. SCENE II. A magnificent Bed-Chamber; in one part of it a large trunk.

Imogen is difcovered reading in her bed, a Lady attending.

IMOGEN.

WHO's there? my woman, Helen?

Lady. Please you, Madam.-
Imo. What hour is it?

Lady. Almoft midnight, Madam.

Imo. I have read three hours then; mine eyes are weak. Fold down the leaf where I have left. To-bed,

Take

Take not away the taper, leave it burning:
And if thou canft awake by four o' th' clock,
I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath feiz'd me wholly.

To your protection I commend me, Gods;
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,
Guard me, beseech ye.

[Exit Lady.

[Sleeps.

[Lachimo rifes from the trunk. Iach. The crickets fing, and man's o'erlabour'd sense

Repairs itself by reit: our Tarquin thus

Did foftly prefs the rushes, ere he waken'd

The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,

How bravely thou becom'ft thy bed! Fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! that I might touch!
But kifs, one kiss-Rubies unparagon'd,

How dearly they do't!-'Tis her breathing, that
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see the inclosed light, now canopy'd

Under these windows: white and azure, lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct.-But my defign's
To note the chamber-I will write all down,
Such, and fuch, pictures-there, the window-fuch
The adornment of her bed-the arras, figures-
Why, fuch and fuch-and the contents o' the ftory—
Ah, but fome natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables,
Would teftify, to enrich my inventory.

O Sleep, thou ape of Death, lie dull upon her!
And be her fenfe but as a monument,

Thus in a chapel lying!--Cóme off, come off.—-
[Taking off her bracelet.

As flippery as the Gordian knot was hard..
'Tis mine; and this will witnefs outwardly,
As ftrongly as the confcience does within,
To the madding of her Lord. On her left breaft
A mole cinque-fpotted, like the crimson drops.
I' the bottom of a cowflip. Here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make this fecret
Will force him think I've pick'd the lock, and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more-to what end?

Why

Why fhould I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading, late,
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down,
Where Philomel gave up--I have enough:--
To the trunk again, and fhut the fpring of it.
Swift, fwift, you dragons of the night! that dawning
May bare its raven eye: I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
One, two, three: Time, time!

[Clock ftrikes.

[Goes into the trunk ; the Scene closes

No. XXII.-CYMBELINE.

ACT HII. SCENE III. A Foreft with a Cave, in Wales.

Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

BELLARIUS.

A not to

Goodly day! not to keep houfe, with such
Whofe roof's as low as ours. See, boys! this gate

Inftructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you
To morning's holy office. Gates of monarchs
Are arch'd fo high, that giants may jet through,
And keep their impious turbants on, without
Good-morrow to the Sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!!
We house i' the rock, yet use thee not fo hardly
As prouder livers do,

Guid. Hail, heaven!

Arv. Hail, heaven!

Bel. Now for our mountain fport. Up to yond hill; Your legs are young: I'll tread these flats. Confider, When you, above, perceive me like a crow, That it is place which leffens and sets off. And you may then revolve what tales I told Of Courts, of Princes, of the tricks in war. This fervice is not fervice, fo being done, But being fo allow'd. To apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we fee:

you,

And

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