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Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears, At duty, more than I could frame employment; Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves

Do on the oak-have with one winter's brush Hath to the marble mansion all above

Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare, Never presented !-0, a root-dear thanks ! For every storin that blows:--1, to bear this, Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn That never knew but better, is some burthen. leas,

(draughts, Thy nature did commence in sufferance; time Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish Haih made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, hate men ?

[ziven ? That from it all consideration slips !

They never flatter'd thee. What hast thou Timon's Discourse with Apemantus. If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected: Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung To some she-beggar, and compounded thee From change of fortune. Why this spade? this Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! begone. place?

If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? | Thou hadst been a knave and Aatterer. Thy flatt'rers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;

On Gold. Hug their

diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,

[Looking on the gold. By putting on the cunning of a carper. 'Twixt natural soni and sire! thou bright defiler Be thou a fatt'rer now, and seek to thrive Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! By that which hath undone thee: hinge thy Thou ever young, fresh, lor’d, and delicate knee,

wooer, And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus; That solder'st close impossibilities, Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid | And mak'st them kiss! 'that speak'st with every welcome

tongue, To knaves, and all approachers : 'tis most just To every purpose ! Oʻthou touch of hearts ! That thou turn rascal ; hadst thon wealth again, Think, thy slave man rebels: and by thy virtue Rascals should have't. Do not assume my Set them into confounding odds, that beasts likeness.

[self. May have the world in empire. Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away my

Timon to the Thieves. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being Why should you wanı? behold, the earth like thyself,

hath roots !

[springs A madman so long, now a fool: what, think'st Within this niile break forth an hundred That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, The oaks bear masts, the briers scarlet hips ; Will put thy shirt on warm ? will these moss'd The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush trees,

Lays her full mess before


Want! why That have outliv’d the eagle, page thy heels,

want? And skip when thou point'st out ? --will the i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on bere cold brook,

ries, water, Candied with ice, cawdle thy morning taste, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the crea- Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the

birds, and fishes;

[con, Whose naked natures live in all the spite

You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused That you are thieves profest ; that


work not trunks,

In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft To the conflicting elements expos'd,

In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Answer mere nature-bid thein flatter thee; Here's gold: go, suck the subtle blood o' the 0! thou shalt find

grape, Tim. Thou art a slave, whom fortune's ten- Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,

And so‘scape hanging: trust not the physician; With favor never clasp’d; but bred a dog. His antidotes are poison, and he slays Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, pro- More than you rob: take wealth and lives toceeded

gether; The sweet degrees that this brief world affords Do villany, do, since you profess to do't, To such as may the passive drugs of it Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: Freely command, thou wouldst have plung's The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction thyself

Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, In general riot; melted down thy youth And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen Who had the world as my confectionary, From gen’ral excrement: each thing's a thief ; The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough of men



der arm

them ;

Hare uncheck'd theft. Love not yourelves : | As any mortal body, hearing it, away;

[throats; Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Rob one another. There's more gold: cut

A Ring in a dark Pit. All that you meet are thieves: to Athens, go, Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Break open shops ; noihing can you steal, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole; But thieves do lose it.

Which, like a ta per


some monument, On his honest Steward.

Doth shine upon the dead inan's earthy cheeks, Forgive my gen'ral and exceptless rashness, And shows the ragged entrails of this pit. Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim

Young Lady playing on a Lute and singing. One honest man-mistake me not-but one; Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, No more, I pray—and he is a steward. And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind : How fain would I have hated all mankind, But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal, I fell with curses.

And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
Methinks, thou art more honest now than wise; That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
For, by oppressing and betraying me, O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Thou mightst have sooner got another service: Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,
For many so arrive at second masters, And make the silken strings delight to kiss
Upon their first lord's neck.

[life :
He would not then have touch'd them for his
Wrong and Insolence.
No breathless wrong

Or had he heard the heavenly harmony,
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease ; He would have dropt his knife, and fell asleep,

Which that sweet tongue hath made,
And pursy insolence shall break his wind
With fear, and horrid flight.

As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.

A Lady's Tongue cut out,

O, that delighưful engine of her thoughts, $ 35. TITUS ANDRONICUS.

That blabb’d them with such pleasing eloSHAKSPEARE.

quence, Mercy.

Is torn froun forth that pretty hollow cage; Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung Draw near them then in being merciful:

Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

A person in Despair compared to one'on a Rock, Thanks.

&c. Thanks, to men

For now I stand as one upon a rock, Of noble mind, is honorable mecd.

Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; (wave,

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by An Invitation to Love. The birds chant melody on every bushi;

Expecting ever when some envious surge

Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;

Tears compared to Dew on a Lily. The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

When I did name her brothers, then fresh And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:

tears Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit;

Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey-dew And—whilst the babbling echo mocks the Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. hounds,

Reflections on killing a Fly. Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly! As if a double hunt were heard at once

Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise:

mother! And after conflici-such as was supposid The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoy'd, And buz lamenting doings in the air !

How would he hang his slender gilded wings, When with a happy storm they were surpris’d, Poor harmless Ay! And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cavem That with his pretty buzzing melody, We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,

Came here to make us merry; and thou hast Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber! kill'd him! Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet melodi

Revenge. Be unto us as is a nurse's song [ous birds,

Lo, by thy side, where rape and murder stands; Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

Now give some surance that thou art revenge, Vale, a dark and melancholy one described. Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wlicels;

A barren detested vale, you see, it is : And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, The trees, tho' summer, yet forlorn and lean, And whirl along with thee about the globe. O'ercome with moss, and baleful misseltoe. Provide thee two proper palfries, black as jet, Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. And find out murderers in their guilty caves: And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, They told me, here, at dead time of the night, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Trot, like a servile footman, all day long; Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, Would make such fearful and confused cries, Until his very downfall in the sea.




great Jove,


§ 36. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Conduct in War superior to Action. SAAKSPEARE.

The still and mental parts, Love in a brave young Soldier.

That do contrive how many hands shall strike Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again :

When fitness calls them on; and know, by Why should I war without the walls of Troy, of their observant toil, the enemies' weight That find such cruel battle here within? Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,

Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity; Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.

They call this bed-work, mapp'ry, closet war :

So that the ram, that batters down the wall, The Greeks are strong and skilful to their For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, strength,

They place before his hand that made the engine; Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness va

Or those, that with the fineness of their souls liant;

By reason guide his execution. But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Adversity the Trial of Man. Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ;

Why then, you princes, Less valiant than the virgin in the night,

Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works, And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

And think them shames, which are indeed

nought else O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus

But the protractive trials of
When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, To find persistive constancy in men ?
Reply not in how many fathoms deep

The fineness of which metal is not found They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I'am mad

In fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward, In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, she is fair, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her But in the wind and tempest of her frown, voice:

Distinction, with a broad and pow'rful fan, Handlest in thy discourse_0, that her hand, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; In whose comparison all whites are ink,

And what hath mass, or matter, by itself, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft

Lies rich in virtue, and unmingled. seizure

Achilles described by Ulysses. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense

The great Achilles-whom opinion crowns Hard as the palm of ploughmen! This thou The sinew and the fore-hand of our host tell’st me,

Having his ear full of his airy fame, As true thou tellst me, when I say I love her; Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm, Lies mocking our designs : with him PatroThou lay'st in every gash that love hath given Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day [clus, The knife that made it.


Breaks scurril jests;

And with ridiculous and awkward action Success not equal to our Hopes.

(Which, slanderer! he imitation calls) The ample proposition that hope makes

Hepageants us. Sometime, great Againemnon, In all designs begun on earth below,

Thy topless deputation he puts on; Fails in the promis’d largeness : checks and And, like a strutting player—whose conceit disasters

Lies in his hamstring, and doch think it rich Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;

To hear the wooden dialogue and sound As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

Such to be pitied and o’erwrested seeming Tortive and errant from his course of growth. He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, On Degree.

'Tis like a chime a-mending: with terms unTake but degree away, untune that string, squar'd, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon

dropt, In inere oppugnancy. The bounded waters Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, The large schilles, on his prest bed lolling, And make a sop of all this solid globe: From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause ; Strength should be lord of imbecility, Cries" Excellent ! 'tis Agamemnon just! And the rude son should strike his father dead: Now play me Nestor-hem, and stroke thy Force should be right; or, rather, right and

beard, wrong

As he, being drest to some oration.” (Between whose endless jar justice resides) That's done-as near as the extremest ends Should lose their names, and so should justice Of parallels ; as like as Vulcan and his wife : too.

Yet good Achilles still cries" Excellent! Then every thing includes itself in power, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, PatroPower into will, will into appetite;

Arming to answer in a night-alarm." [clus, And appetite, a universal wolf,

And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age So doubly seconded with will and power, Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough and spit, Must make perforce a universal prey, And, with a palsy fumbling on his gorget, And last eat up itself.

Shake in and out the rivet:--and at this sport


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Sir Valor dies; cries—“O! enough, Patroclus, That were to enlard his fat-already pride,
Or give me ribs of steel ! I shall split all And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
In pleasure of my spleen.” And, in this fashion With entertaining great Hyperion.
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid !
Severals and generals of grace exact,

And say in thunder “ Achilles go to him." Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,


[ Aside. Success or loss, what is or is not, serves

Dio. And how his silence drinks up this As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.


[Aside. Respect.

Ajax. If I go to him with my armed fist I ask, that I might weaken reverence,

I'll pash him o'er the face.
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Aga. O no, you shall not go.
Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes

Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese The youthful Phoebus.

his pride: let me go to him. Doubt.

Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon The wound of peace is surety,

our quarrel. Surety secure ; but modest doubt is callid Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow! The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches

Nest. How he describes himself! [Aside. To the bottom of the worst.

Ajax. Can he not be sociable ?
Pleasure and Revenge.

Ulys. The raven chides blackness. [.Aside.

Ajax. I'll let his humors blood.
Pleasure, and revenge,

Åga. He'll be the physician that should be Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice

the patient.

[Aside. Of any true decision.

Ajar. An all men were o' my mind The Subtlety of Ulysses, and Stupidity of Ajax. Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the Ajax. He should not bear it so; engendering of toads.

He should eat swords first: shall pride carry it? Nest. Yet he loves himself: is it not strange? Nest. An 'twould, you ’d carry half. [Aside.

[Aside. Ulys. He would have ten shares. Aside. Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-mor- Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him Aga. What's his excuse ? [row. supple.

[hiin Ulys. He doth rely on none;

Nest. He is not yet thorough warm; force But carries on the stream of his dispose, With praises ; pour in; his ambition's dry. Without observance or respect of any,

[ Aside. In will peculiar, and in self-adınission.

Ulys. My lord, you feed too much on this Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, dislike, Untent his person, and share the air with us ? Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's Dio. You must prepare to fight without sake only, (ness; Achilles.

[him harm. He makes important: possest he is with great- Ulys. Why, 'tis this naming of him does And speaks not to himself, but with a pride Here is a man-but 'tis before his faceThat quarrels at self-breath : imagin'd worth I will be silent. Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Nest. Wherefore should you so ? That 'twixt his mental and his active parts, He is not emulous, as Achilles is. [liant. Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, Ulys. Know the whole world, he is as vaAnd batters down himself: what should I say? Ajax. A whoreson dog! that shall paller He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens thus with us! of it

Would he were a Trojan. Cry, No recovery."

Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax nowAga. Let Ajax go to him.

Ulys. If he were proud ? Dear lord, go you, and greet him in his tent: Dio. Or covetous of praise? "Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, Ulys. Ay, or surly borne ? At your request, a little froin himself.

Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ülys. V'Agamemnon, let it not be so ! Ulys. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes,

sweet composure:

[suck: When they go from Achilles : shall the proud Praise him that got thee, she that give thee lord

Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam, Thrice fam'd beyond all erudition;
And never suffers matter of the world

But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,
Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And ruminate himself-shall he be worshipp'd And give him half: and for thy vigor,
Of that we hold an idol more than he?

Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir’d; Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, contines
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit, Thy spacious and dilated parts : here's Nestor,
As amply titled as Achilles is,

Instructed by the antiquary times By going to Achilles :

He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;


as false

But pardon, father Nestor ; were your days, Upbraid my falsehood ! when they have said
As green as Ajax, and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him, As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
But be as Ajax.

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Ajar. Shall I call you father ?

Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her sonUlys. Ay, my good son,

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falseDio. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax.

hood, Ulys. There is no tarrying here ; the hart As false as Cressid. Achilles

Pride cures Pride. Keeps thicket : please it our great general

Pride hath no other glass To call together all his state of war;

To show itself, but pride: for supple knees Fresh kings are come to Troy; to-morrow, Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. friends,

Greatness contemptible when it declines. We must with all our main of pow'r stand fast, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with And here's a lord ; come knights from east to fortune,

[is, west,

Must fall out with men too: what the declin'd And cull their flow'r, Ajax shall cope the best. He shall as soon read in the eyes

of others, Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks Show not their mealy wings but to the summer: draw deep

[Exeunt. And not a man, for being simply man, An expecting Lover.

Hath any honor; but honor for those honors No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, That are without hiin, as place, riches, favor, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Prizes of accident as oft as merit; Staying for waftage. "O, be thou my Charon, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, And give me swift transportance to those fields, The love that leand on them is slippery too, Where I may wallow in the lily beds Do one pluck down another, and together Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Die in the fall. From Cupid's shoulders pluck his painted Honor : continued Acts necessary to preserve And Ay with me to Cressid'! [wings,

its Lustre. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, The imaginary relish is so sweet

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, That it enchants my sense; what will it be, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed Those scraps are good deeds past; which are Love's thrice-reputed nectar? Death, I fear


devour'd Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, As fast as they are made, forgot as soon Too subtle-potent, and too sharp in sweetness, As done: perseverance, dear my lord, For the capacity of my ruder powers; Keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang I fear it much; and I do fear besides

Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; In monumental mockery. Take the instant As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps

way, The enemy flying:

For honor travels in a strait so narrow, My heart beats thicker than a fer'rous pulse; Where one but goes abreast: keep then the And all my powers do their bestowing lose, For emulation hath a thousand sons, path ; Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring That one by one pursue ; if you give way, The eye of majesty.

Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Constancy in love protested.

Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by, Troilus. True swains in love shall in the And leave you hindmostworld to come

[rhymes, Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Approve their truths by Troilus; when their Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, O'er-run and trampled on; then what they do Want similes; truth tir’d with iteration

in present,

[yours: As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, Though less than yours in past, must o'er-top As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,

For time is like a fashionable host, [hand; As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre- That slightly shakes his parting guest by the Yet, after all comparisons of truth,

And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, As truth's authentic author to be cited, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, As true as Troilus, shall crown up the verse, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not And sanctify the numbers.

virtue scek

[wit, Cres. Prophet may you be!

Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, When time is old and hath forgot itself, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all When water-drops have worn the stones of To envious and calumniating time. Troy,

One touch of nature makes the whole world And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,


[gauds, And mighty states characterless are grated That all with one consent praise new-born To dusty nothing; yet let memory,

Though they are made and moulded of things From false to false, among false maids in love, And give to dust, that is a little gilt, [past;


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