yet now my gathered heaps being spread abroad, I am by wonder changed: come in with me for showing me again the eyes of man! Alc. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, that art thyself a man? Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Alc. For thy part I do wish thou wert a dog, I know thee well; but then renew I could not, like the moon; Tim. Alc. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. 1458 Al THE W. SHAKESPEARE APOLOGY FOR THIEVERY HE world's a theatre of theft. Great rivers rob smaller brooks, and them the ocean. And in this world of ours, this microcosm, guts from the stomach steal, and what they spare the meseraicks filch, and lay i' the liver: Ro. where, lest it should be found, turn'd to red nectar, and hid in flesh, nerves, bones, muscles and sinews, Ha. I thought these parts had lent and borrow'd mutual. 1459 Be watchful, have as many eyes as Heaven, ADDRESS TO THE AUDIENCE J. TOMKIS HO is so patient of this impious world, Asper WHO that he can check his spirit, or rein his tongue? Who can behold such prodigies as these, to flatter vice and daub iniquity: but with an arméd and resolvéd hand I fear no mood stampt in a private brow, no broker's, usurer's, or lawyer's gripe, Tut, these are so innate and popular, that drunken custom would not shame to laugh in scorn at him, that should not dare to tax 'em. B. JONSON 1460 ANTIPHOLUS-ANGELO Ang: MASTER Antipholus? Ant. Ang. Ant. Ang. Ant. Ang. Ant. Ang. 1461 Ay, that's my name. I know it well, Sir: lo, here is the .chain; Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have: W. SHAKESPEARE WHOSE lodging's this? is't not the astrologer's? P. W R. P. R. P. His lodging! no: 'tis the learned phrontisterion of most divine Albumazar. Good Sir, if the door break, a better shall redeem it. How? all your land, sold at a hundred years' purchase, cannot repair the damage of one poor rap: to thunder at the phrontisterion of great Albumazar! Why man? what harm? R. Sir, you must know my master's heavenly brain grows to an embryo of rare contemplation, P. What of all this? R. Thus, one of your bold thunders may abortive, and cause that miscarry, that might have prov'd P. When may I speak with him? R. When 't please the stars. 1462 he pulls you not a hair, nor pares a nail, the horoscope. Sit down awhile an't please you, THE WORLD'S A STAGE LL the world's a stage, ALL J. TOMKIS and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first the infant, mewling and, puking in the nurse's arms: then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier; full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,' and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts is second childishness and mere oblivion: sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. W. SHAKESPEARE 1463 DIALOGUE BETWEEN A FATHER AND A SOPHIST F. S. TUTOR TO HIS SON HOU hast destroyed the morals of my son, THOU and turned his mind, not so disposed, to vice, unholy pedagogue! With morning drams, a filthy custom which he caught from thee, the great voluptuous law of Epicurus, Pleasure, the best of all good things on earth; and how but thus can pleasure be obtained? F. Virtue will give it him. S. F. 1464 And what but virtue is our philosophy? When have you met one of our sect flushed and disguised with wine? Not one, but all, a wise and perfect man! What is your science and, whilst your grey beards wag, the gaping guest R. CUMBERLAND ANTIPHOL US-DROMIO-MERCHANT Mer. lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. 'HEREFORE, give out, you are of Epidamnum, This very day, a Syracusian merchant is apprehended for arrival here; and, not being able to buy out his life, |