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And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak.

FLAVIUS. Assurance bless your thoughts! TIM. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,

That I account them blessings; for by these
Shall I try friends: You shall perceive, how you
Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there, ho!

Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other
Servants.

SERVANTS. My lord, my lord,

TIM. I will despatch you severally.-You, to lord Lucius,

To lord Lucullus you; I hunted with his Honour to-day;-You, to Sempronius; Commend me to their loves; and, I am proud,

say,

That my occasions have found time to use them Toward a supply of money: let the request

Be fifty talents.

FLAMINIUS.

As you have said, my lord. FLAV. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!

[Aside. TIM. Go you, sir, [to another Serv.] to the

senators,

(Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have

Deserv'd this hearing,) bid 'em send o'the instant

A thousand talents to me.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2.

THE MISFORTUNE OF OVER

FLAVIUS.

GENEROSITY.

I have heen bold, (For that I knew it the most general way,) To them to use your signet, and your name; But they do shake their heads, and I am here No richer in return.

TIMON.

Is't true? can it be? FLAV. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,

That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honour

able,

But yet they could have wish'd-they know not-but

Something hath been amiss-a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity;

And so, intending other serious matters,

After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2.

THE PANIC-STRICKEN CREDITOR.
GET on your cloak, and haste you to lord
Timon;

Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd
With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when-
Commend me to your master-and the cap
Plays in the right hand thus:-but tell him,
sirrah,

My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn

Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger;
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate aspéct,
A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 1.

THE PEER THE BEST JUDGE OF THE PRINCE'S METAL.

K. HENRY. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;

And he, the noble image of my youth,

Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do
shape,

In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten times, that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
WARWICK. My gracious lord, you look be-
yond him quite :

The prince but studies his companions,

Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language,

'Tis needful, that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use,
But to be known, and hated. So, like gross
terms,

The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers: and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;

Turning past evils to advantages.

K. HEN. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her comb

In the dead carrion.

K. HENRY IV., PART II., A. 4, s. 4.

THE PERPLEXITY OF GUILT.

THIS deed unshapes me quite, makes me un

pregnant,

And dull to all proceedings.

maid!

A deflower'd

And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The law against it!-But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might she tongue me!

her?-No:

Yet reason dares

For my authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather. He should have

liv'd,

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous

sense,

Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge,

By so receiving a dishonour'd life,
With ransome of such shame.

had liv'd!

'Would yet he

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would

not.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 4, s. 4.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF ROYAL HAPPINESS DISCUSSED BY THE KING AND HIS SON.

K. HENRY. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I

Must have some conference: But be near at

hand,

For we shall presently have need of you.

[Exeunt Lords.

I know not whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service I have done,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

Make me believe,-that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean
attempts,

Such barren pleasures, rude society,

As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

And hold their level with thy princely heart?
P. HENRY. So please your majesty, I would,
I could

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