That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and Others.

Prince. Come, Montague: for thou art early up, 208

To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas! my liege, my wife is dead tonight;

Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? 212

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Being the time the potion's force should

To press before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,

Till we can clear these ambiguities,

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And know their spring, their head, their true descent;

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, And she, too desperate, would not go with

me,

But, as it seems, did violence on herself. All this I know; and to the marriage Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,

bear,

And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

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For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. 236
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her,—so tutor'd by my art,—
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come as this dire
night,

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lady's grave,

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And bid me stand aloof, and so I did;
Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's
words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison 288
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies?-Capulet! Montague!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, 292
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with
love;

The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself;

It must not bear my daughter.
Tim.

Your lordship to accept. Tim.

Painting is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside: these pencil'd figures are 160 Even such as they give out. I like your work; And you shall find I like it: wait attendance Till you hear further from me. Pain. The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; 164

We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my lord! dispraise? Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd, It would unclew me quite. Jew.

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Old Ath. She is young and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be
missing,

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I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.

Tim.
How shall she be endow'd,
If she be mated with an equal husband? 141
Old Ath. Three talents on the present; in
future, all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long:

lord,

You mend the jewel by the wearing it. Tim. Well mock'd.

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Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name.

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Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not

like Timon.

brains.

Tim. That's a deed thou 'lt die for.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by

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