The Plays and Poems; With the Life and Portrait of the Poet - Complete in Seven Volumes Volume 5 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou 'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it? Apem. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he 's but a filthy piece ofwork. Pain. Y' are a dog. Apem. 0 they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. Tim. That 's a lascivious apprehension. /Ipem. So thou apprehend'stit. Take it forthylabour. Tim. How dost thou like thisjewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost: man a doit. Tim. What dost thou think 't is worth? Apem. Not worth my thinking.--How now, poet Poet. How now, philosopher Apem. Thou liest. Poet. Art not one? Apem. Yes. Poet. Then, I he not. Apem. Art not a poet? Poet. Yes. ' Apem. Then, thouliest: look in thylast work, where tlnu hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feign'd; he is so. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee forthy Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart. Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Tim. What trumpet 's that? Serv. 'T is Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.--Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me.--Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and when dinner 's done Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.--Enter ALcrnmnns, with his Company. Most welcome, Sir Apem. So, so, there.--Aches contract and starve your supple joints --That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, And all...