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ACT II.

Scene I. A room in Potonius' house .

Enter P OLONIUS and R EYNALDO .

Pol. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
Rey. I will, my lord.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make inquire
Of his behaviour.
Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,

ACT I.

Scene I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle .

F RANCISCO at his post. Enter to him B ERNARDO .

Ber. Who 's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. Bernardo?
Ber. He.
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart,
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

ACT V.

Scene I. The woods. Before Timon's cave. .

Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON watching them from his cave .

Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
Poet. What 's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold for true, that he 's so full of gold?
Pain. Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phyrnia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.

ACT IV.

Scene I. Without the walls of Athens .

Enter Timon .

Tim. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads! to general filths
Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,

ACT III.

Scene I. A room in Lucullus' house .

FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him .

Serv. I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
Flam. I thank you, sir.

Enter LUCULLUS .

Serv. Here 's my lord.

ACT II.

Scene I. A Senator's house .

Enter Senator, with papers in his hand .

Sen. And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,

ACT I.

Scene I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house .

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors .

Poet. Good day, sir.
Pain. I am glad you 're well.
Poet. I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Poet. Ay, that 's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.

ACT V.

Scene I. Mantua. A street .

Enter ROMEO .

Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead —
Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think! —
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

ACT IV.

Scene I. Friar Laurence's cell .

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS .

Fri. L. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
Fri. L. You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,

ACT III.

Scene I. A public place .

Enter MERCUTIO , BENVOLIO , Page and Servants.

Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let 's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not escape a brawl:
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says " God send me no need of thee!" and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.