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For Mhewing me again the eyes of man !
Alc. What is thy name ? is man so hateful to thee,
Tim. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
Alc. I know thee well :
Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. I will not kiss thee, then the Rot returns To thine own lips again.
Alc. How came the noble Timon to this change
Tim, As the moon does, by wanting light to give :
Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou art a man: if thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man !
Alc. I've heard in some sort of thy miseries.
Timan. Is this th’ Athenian minion, whom the world
Tim. Art thou Timandra ?
Make use of thy falt hours, fonfon the slaves
Timan. Hang thee, monster!
Alc. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Tim. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
Tim. How doft thou pity him, whom thou doft trouble? I'ad rather be alone.
Alc. Why, fare thee well,
Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it.
(19). To the Fubfast, and the Dier.) One might make a very long and vain Search, yet not be able to meet with this prepofterous Word Fubfast, which has notwithstanding pass’d currant with all the Editors. The Author is alluding to the Lues Venerea, and its Effects. At that time, the Cure of it was perform'd either by Guaiacun, or Mercarial Unâions : and in both Cases the patient was kept up very warm and closes that in the first Application the Sweat might be promoted ; and left, in the other, he should take Cold, which was fatal.
“ The Regimen for the Course of Guaiacum (says “ Dr. Friend in his Hiß. of Playfik, Vol. 2. p.380.) was at first " Atrangely circumstantial; and so rigorous, that the Patient “ was put into a Dungeon in order to make him sweat; and “ in that manner, as Fallopius expresses it, the Bones and the « very Man himself was macerated. ” And as for the VnEtion, it was sometimes continued for thirty seven days; (as he observes, P 375.) and during this time there was necessarily an, extraordinary Abstinence requir’d.
Tim. The Gods confound them all then in thy Conquests
A. Why me, Timon?
· Alc. Hast thou gold yet?
on thee! Both. Give us some gold, good Timon: haft thou
more? (20) That throʻ the Window-barn bore at men's Eyes.] I cannot for my Heart imagine, what Idea our wise Editors had of a Virgin's Breast thro' a Window-barn: which, I am satisfied, must be a corrupt Reading. In short, the Poet is alluding to the decent Cuftom in his time of the Women covering their Necks and Bosom either with Lawn, or Cyprus's both whick being transparent, the Poct beautifully calls it the WindowLawie
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
upon your A pox of wrinkles !
Both. Well, more gold what then? Believe, that we'll do any thing for gold.
Tim. Consumptions fow In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins, And mar mens' spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, That he may never more false Title plead, Nor found his quillets shrilly. Hoar the Flamen, That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself. Down with the nose, Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite away Of him, that his particular to foresee
(21) And to make whore a Bawd.] The Power of Gold, ina deed, may be suppos'd great, that can make a Whore forsake her Trade ; but what mighry Difficulty was there in making a Whore turn Bawd? And yet, 'ris plain, here he is describing the mighty Power of Gold. He had before thewn, how Gold can persuade to any, villany; he now shews that it has still a greater Force, and can even turn from Vice to the Practice, or, at least, the Semblance of Virtue. We must therefore read, to refore Sense to our Author,
And to make whole a Bawd i. e. not only make her quit her Calling, but thereby restore her to Reputation.
Smells grave you all!
Smells from the gen'ral weal. Make curl'd-pate ruffians
bald, And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Derive fome pain from you. Plague all ; That your activity may defeat, and quell The source of all erection. There's more gold. Do you
damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches
Both. More counsel with more mony, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief, first ; I've given
you earnest. Alc. Strike up the drum tow'rds Athens; farewel, Timon :: If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence, away.
[Exeunt Alcibiad. Phryn. and Timand,