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way !

Luc. You see, my lord, how amply you're belov'd.

Apem. Hoyday! what a sweep of vanity comes this
They dance, they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life ;
As this pomp Thews to a little oyl and root.
We make our felves fools, to disport our selves ;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spight and envy -
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one fpurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear, those, that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 'T has been done ;
Men shut their doors against the setting fun,

The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
Timon ; each fingling out an Amazon, and all
dance, men with anomen ; a lofty Arain or two to

the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind :
You've added worth unto't, and lively luftre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device.
I am to thank you for it.

Luc. My lord, you take us even at the best.

Apem. Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you.
Please you to dispose your selves.

All La. Moft thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt,
Tim. Flavius,
Flav. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet ? there is no
crossing him in's humour,
Else I should tell him well — i'faith, I should,
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When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then if he could : (8)
Tis pity, Bounty has not eyes behind ;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

Lucul. Where be our men?
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
Luc. Our Horses.

Tim. O my good friends !
I have one word to say to you ; look, my lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel, accept and wear it,

lord ! Luc. 'I am so far already in your gifts All. So are we all. [Ex. Lucius, Lucullus, &c.

Enter a fervant. Serv. My lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter Flavius, Fla. I beseech your Honour, vouchfafe me a word i it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! Why then another time I'll hear thee. I prythee, let's be provided to fhew them entertainment.

Flav. I scarce know how.

- he'd be cross'd then if he could :) The Poet does not mean here, that he would be cross'd, or thwarted in Humour ; bat that he would have his Hand cross'd, as we say, with Money, if he could. He is playing on the Word, and alluding to our old Silver-penny, used before K. Edward the first his Time, which had a cross on the Reverse with a Crease, that it might be more easily broke into Halves and Quarters, Half-pence and Farthings. From this Penny, and other subsequent Pieces that bore the like Impress, was our common Expression deriv'd, I kave not a Cross about me; i, e, not a piece of Money. I thought, this Note might not be unnecessary, because it serves to explain several other passages, where the Poet bas punn’d on this Terma


Enter another servant.
2 Serv. May it please your Honour, lord Lucius, out
of his free love, hath presented to you four milk-white
horses trapt in silver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the Presents
Be worthily entertain’d.

Enter a third servant.
How now! what news ?

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your Honour two brace of grey-hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him ; and let them be received, not without fair reward.

Flav. What will this come to ? he commands us to
provide, and give great gifts, and all out of an empty
coffer : Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
To fhew him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly so beyond his ftate,
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes for ev'ry word:
He is so kind, that he pays interest for’t :
His land's put to their books. Well, 'would I were
Gently put out of office, ere I were forc'd !
Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.

(Exit. Tim. You do your felves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of

i Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. He has the very soul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.




our love.

Tim. You may

my word, my

lord : I know no man can juftly

praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own; I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none so welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give ; Methinks, I could deal Kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, It comes in charity to thee; thy living Is 'mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou haft Lye in a pitcht field. Alc. I defie land, my lord. i Lord. We are so virtuously bound Tim. And so am I to you. 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd — Tim. All to you. Lights ! more lights, more lights.

3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep with you, lord Timon Tim. Ready for his friends.

(Exeunt Lords. Apem. What a coil's here, Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! I doubt, whether their legs be worth the sums That are giv’n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs ; Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen, I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst fin the faster. Thou giv't so long, Timon, (9) I fear me, thou wilt give away thy self in

proper (9) I fear me, thom wile give away thyself in paper portly.] 3. e. be ruin'd by his Securities entred into, But this Sense, as Mr. Warburton observes, is cold; and relishes very little of that Sale which is in Apemaniws's other Refe&ions. He proposes,

give away thy self in proper mortly. . c. io Person ; thy proper Self. This latter is an Expression


proper shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better mufick.

Apem. So thou wilt not hear me now, thou shals

not then. I'll lock thy heaven from thee : Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! [Exit.

we А с т II. SCENE, A publick place in the City.

Enter a Senator.


ND late, five thousand : to Varro and to Ifidore
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 ten more
Better than he ; why, give my horse to Timoni
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
Ten able horse. No porter at his gate, (10)

But of our Author's in the Tempest ;

And ov’n with such like Valont Men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
(10) Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me freight

An able horse,} The Stupidity of this Corruption will be very obvious, if we take the whole Context together. “ If I want « Gold, (says the Senator) let me Ateal a Beggar's Dog, and “ give is to Timon, the Dog coins mc Gold. If I would fell

“ my

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