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Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
SCENE, a publick Street.
Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
friend, and an honourable gentleman.
Luc. Fye, no, do not believe it: he cannot want for mony.
2 Stran. But believe you this, my lord, that not long ago one of his men was with the lord Lucullus, to bore row fifty talents, nay, urg'd extremely for't, and shewed what neceffity belong’d to't, and yet was dony'd.
Luc. What a strange case was that ? now, before the Gods, I am asham'd on't. Deny'd that honourable man? there was very little honour shew'd in that. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as mony, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his ; yet had he mistook him, and sent him to me, I should ne'er have deny'd his occasion so many talents.
Enter Servilius. Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord, I have sweat to see his Honour. My honour'd lord
[T. Lucius, Luc. Servilius ! you are kindly met, Sir. Fare thee
well, commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
Ser. May it please your Honour, my lord hath sent
Luc. Ha! What hath he sent? I am so much endear'd to that lord ; he's ever sending : how shall I thank him, think'st thou? and what has he sent now?
Ser. H'as only sent his present occafion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use, with fifty talents.
Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my Lord.
Luc. Doft thou speak serioufly, Servilius ?
Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish my self against such a good time, when I might ha' shewn my self honourable ? how unluckily it hap'ned, that I should purchase the day before for a little (r2) dirt, and undo a great deal of honour ? Servilius , now before the gods, I am not able to do (the more beast, I say) - I was sending to use lord Timon my self, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had don't now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and, I hope, his Honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count
(12) That I should purchase the day before for a little pare, and undo a great deal of Honour ! ) Tho' there is a seeming plauGble Antirhefis, in the Terms, I am very well assurd, they are corrupt at the bottom. For a little Part of what? Hoe nour is the only Substantive that follows in the Sentence ; but Men don't purchase for Honour, tho' sometimes they may turn Purchasers out of oftentation. How much is the Antia thefis improv'd by the Sense which my Emendation gives ! " That I should be so unlucky to make this Purchase, for the “ Lacke of a little Dirt, and undo a great deal of Honour !" This Manner of expreffing contemptuously of Land, is very frequent with the Poets,
it one of my greatest afflictions, that I cannot pleasure
i Stran. Do you observe this, Hoftilius?
i Stran. Why, this is the world's foul ;
bounteous purse :
3 Stran. Religion groans at it.
i Stran. For mine own part,
(13) Is every Flatterer's Sport. ] This senseless Corruption has run through all the Editions; and, as I suppose, without Suspicion.
Enter a third Servant with Sempronius. Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't? 'bove all others ?--He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prison : All these three Owe their eftates unto him.
Ser. Oh, my lord, They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal ; For they have all deny'd him.
Sem. How? deny'd him ? Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him? And does he send to me? three! hum It shews but little love or judgment in him. Muft I be his fast refuge? his friends, like physicians, (14) Thriv'd, give him over ? must I take the cure On me? h'as much disgrac'd me in't ; I'm angry. He might have known my Place ; I see no sense fort, But his occasions might have wooed me first : For, -in my conscience, I was the first man That e'er received gift from him. And does he think to backwardly of me, That I'll requite it last? no : So it may prove an argument of laughter To th' rest, and ’mongst lords I be thought a fool : I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum, H’ad sent to me first, but for my mind's fake: I'd such a courage to have done him good. But now return, And with their faint Reply this Answer join; Who bates mine honour, shall not know
coin. [Exit. (14)
his Friends, like Physicians Thriv’d, give him over ?) I have restor'd this old Reading, only amended the Pointing which was faulty. Mr. Pope, surpecting the Phrase, has Substituted Three in the room of thriv'd, and so disarm’d the Poet's Satire. Physicians thriv'd is no more than Physicians grown rich : Only the Adje&tive Passive of this Verb, indeed, is not so common in Use; and yet it is a familiar Expression, to this day, to say, Such a One is well thriven on his Trade,
Ser. Excellent! your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politick; he cross'd himself by't ; and I cannot think, but in the end the villanies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord ftrives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked : like those that under hot, ardent, zeal would set whole Realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politick love. This was my lord's best hope ; now all are filed, Save the Gods only. Now his friends are dead ; Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure their master. . And this is all a liberal course allows ; Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.
[Exit. SCEN E changes to Timon's Hall. Inter Varro, Titus, Hortensius, Lucius, and other fere
vants of Timon's creditors, who wait for his com,
ing out. Par. WELL met, good morrow, Titus and Hor,
Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.
Luc. I think, one business does command us all.
Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour ?
Phi. Labouring for nine.
Lua Not yet.