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! TIм. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other 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 GENEROSITY. FLAVIUS. 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. ΤΙΜΟΝ. 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 honourable,— 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 My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn Out of mine own; his days and times are past, Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him; A visage of demand; for, I do fear, 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 In forms imaginary, the unguided days, you When I am sleeping with my ancestors. 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, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, 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 unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The law against it!-But that her tender shame her?-No: Yet reason dares For my authority bears a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch, 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. 'Would yet he had liv'd! 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. Make me believe,-that thou art only mark'd Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, And hold their level with thy princely heart? |