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Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison ?
O! may diseases only work upon't :
And when he's fick to death, let not that part
Of nature, my lord paid for, be of power
To expel fickness, but prolong his hour!

[Exit.

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SCENE, a publick Street.

Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
Luc. HO, the lord Timon ? he is my very good

friend, and an honourable gentleman.
1 Stran. We know him for no less, tho' we are but
strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord,
and which I hear from common rumours, now lord Ti..
mon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate
shrinks from him.

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. How?
2 Stran. I tell you, deny'd, my lord.

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

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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.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half fo faithfully.

Luc. Doft thou speak serioufly, Servilius ?
Ser. Upon my foul, 'tis true, Sir.

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,

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it one of my greatest afflictions, that I cannot pleasure
such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will
you befriend me fo far, as to use my own words to
him?
Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.

[Exit Servilius.
Luc. I'll look ye out a good turn, Servilius
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once deny'd, will hardly speed. [Exit.

i Stran. Do you observe this, Hoftilius?
2 Stran. Ay, too well.

i Stran. Why, this is the world's foul ;
Of the fame piece is every fatterer's spirit : (13)
Who can call him his friend,
That dips in the same dish ? for, in my knowing,
Timon has been to this lord as a father,
And kept his credit with his

bounteous purse :
Supported his estate ; nay, Timon's mony
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks,
But Timon's Silver treads upon his lip;
And yet, oh, see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape !
He does deny him in respect of his)
What charitable men afford to beggars.

3 Stran. Religion groans at it.

i Stran. For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life;
Nor any of his bounties came o'er me,
To mark me for his friend. Yet, I protest,
For his right noble mind, illuftrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart; but, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispence,
For policy fits above conscience.

[Exeunt.

(13) Is every Flatterer's Sport. ] This senseless Corruption has run through all the Editions; and, as I suppose, without Suspicion.

Enter

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

my

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.

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.
Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?

Luc. I think, one business does command us all.
For mine is mony.
Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

Enter Philo.
Luc. And Sir Philo's too.
Phi. Good day, at once.

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour ?

Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much?
Phi, Is not my lord seen yet?

Lua Not yet.

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