Apem. Where wouldst thou fend it? 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 thy 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. I would my tongue could rot them off! 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! Tim. Rogue! rogue! rogue! [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought Then, Timon, prefently prepare thy grave; 06 That That death in thee at others' lives may laugh. [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, 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.- 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: To your protection I commend me, Gods; [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, How dearly they do't!-'Tis her breathing, that Under these windows: white and azure, lac'd O Sleep, thou ape of Death, lie dull upon her! Thus in a chapel lying!--Cóme off, come off.—- As flippery as the Gordian knot was hard.. Why Why fhould I write this down, that's rivetted, [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 Inftructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you 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 |