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SCENE IV. Romeo's last Speech over Juliet, in the Vault.
(10) O, my love, my wife!
Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,
With worms that are thy chambermaids; oh here
(10) O my, &c.] I have given the reader this laft speech 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 this; and it is to be wifh'd, none would prefume to build upon Shakespear's 's foundation, but fuch as are equal mafters with Orway.
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.
H E painting is almost 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 Pleasure 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 fweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themfelves. 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 oppreft.
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
SCENE V. The Ingratitude of Timon's Friends.
They answer in a joint and corporate voice,
After diftafteful looks, and thefe hard (2) fractions,
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 rafteful cock fignifies, a garret lying in wafte, neglected, put to no ufe. Oxford editor.
(2) Fractions] i, e. These breaks in fpeech; fuch as are expreft
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
His out-fides, wear them like his rayment, carelefly,
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.