In the next scene Antonio says: "These griefs and losses have so 'bated me, Well, jailer, on. Pray God, Bassanio come To see me pay his debt, and then I care not." After Bassanio's departure with the money, Lorenzo says to Portia : "Madam, knew you to whom you show this honor, How dear a lover of my lord your husband, I know you would be prouder of the work She replies, most becomingly : "I never did repent for doing good, That do converse and waste the time together, Being the bosom lover of my lord, Must needs be like my lord." In the trial scene, ere the fatal sentence falls, the disguised Portia asks Antonio : "Come, merchant, have you anything to say? "Ant. But little; I am armed, and well prepared. Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you: To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, Say, how I loved you; speak me fair in death: Whether Bassanio had not once a love. Repent not you that you shall lose your friend, “Bass. Antonio, I am married to a wife, When all has turned out happily, the three journey together to Belmont. On her threshold Portia meets them, saying, "You are welcome home, my lord." "Bass. I thank you, madam: give welcome to my friend. This is the man, this is Antonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound. "Por. You should in all sense be much bound to him, For, as I hear, he was much bound for you. "Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of. "Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy." The friendship of Cassius and Brutus is very famous, and equally admired in the closet and on the stage. "Cass. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have : "Cass. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? But by reflection by some other things. "Cass. 'Tis just. . . . . . Therefore prepare to hear. ..... And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if you know To all the rout, then hold me dangerous." This whole interview, in the second scene of the first act, is superb in genius and eloquence. Though it has not been so popular, it is not a whit inferior in merit to the celebrated tent-scene, where the friends quarrel. Of this latter scene the conclusion can never fail to move even the most ordinary reader. "Cass. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, "Bru. I do not like your faults. "Cass. Come Antony, and young Octavius, come, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better "Bru. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; "Cass. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him? "Cass. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Before the fatal battle they talk over the issue. "Cass. If we do lose this battle, then is this “Bru. Think not that Brutus will go bound to Rome : "Cass. Forever, and forever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, we 'll smile indeed : If not, 't is true this parting was well made." In the midst of the battle, Brutus, coming upon the dead body of his friend, cries: "The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.” The friendship of Antony for Cæsar, and of Cæsar for Brutus also, are depicted in this play with an affecting truthfulness of tone and grandeur of rhetoric unparalleled by any other author. "O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, "O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? "Bear with me: Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabbed ; For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him! For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart; Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.” "Timon of Athens " is, in the form of drama, a dissertation on false friendship. It is a terrible reading of human nature, a dire leaf out of life, an appalling revelation of a certain style and phase of character and experience. Never before or since has so tremendous a sermon been preached on flattery, ingratitude, the poisoning of a generous soul into misanthropy. In it is Crowned is he with youth and grace, state and wealth: servants, rivals, aspirants, all "Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Judging them from himself, the noble-hearted Timon deems all his parasites sincere lovers of his person and devoted courtiers of virtue; and he heaps gifts and favors on them with unstinting hand. When one of them assures him that they wish nothing so much as that he would once use their hearts that they might approve their zeal, he thus eloquently replies.: "O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you. How had you been my friends else? Why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to my |