Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. Tim. 'Would, thou wert clean enough to spit upon.' A plague on thee! (24) Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Apem. There is no leprofie but what thou speak'st. Tim. If I name thee. I'll beat thee; but I fhould infect my hands. Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off! Tim. Away, thou iffue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me, that thou art alive: I fwoon to fee thee. Apem. 'Would, thou wouldst burst! Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I fhall lofe a stone by thee. . Apem. Bealt!. Tim. Slave! Apem. Toad! Tim. Rogue! rogue! rogue! [Apem. retreats backward, as going. I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought But ev'n the meer neceffities upon it. Then, Timon, prefently prepare thy grave; [Looking on the gold. "Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, (24) A Plague on thee! Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe. ] In the former Editions, this whole Verfe was placed to Apemantus: by which, abfurdly, he was made to curfe Timon, and immediately to fubjoin that he was too bad to curse. My Division entirely cures the Abfurdity; and makes Apemantus reply in Character. That That fouldreft clofe impoffibilities, And mak'ft them kifs! that fpeak'ft with every tongue, Apem. 'Would 'twere fo, But not 'till I am dead! I'll fay, thou haft gold: Apem. Ay. Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee. Apem. Live, and love thy mifery! Tim. Long live fo, and fo die! I am quit. hor them. Enter Thieves. Eat, Timon, and ab [Exit Apem. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is fome poor fragment, fome flender ort of his remainder. the meer want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is nois'd, he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief. Let us make the affay upon him; if he care not for't, he will fupply us eafily: if he covetously referve it, how fhall's get it? 2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid.' 1 Thief. Is not this he? All. Where? 2 Thief. "Tis his defcription. 3 Thief. He; I know him. All. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves. All. Soldiers; not thieves. Tim. Both too, and womens' fons. All. We are not thieves, but men that much do want, Why (25) you want much of meat.] Thus both the Player and poetical Editors have given us this Paffage; quite H 2 Sand 1 Why fhould you want? behold, the earth hath roots; Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fifhes; you work not Here's gold. Go, fuck the fubtle blood o'th' grape, More than you rob. Take wealth, and live together. Like workmen; I'll example you with thievery. Sand-blind, as honeft Launcelot fays, to our Author's Meaning. If these poor Thieves wanted Meat, what greater Want could they be curs'd with, as they could not live on grafs, and berries, and water? but I dare warrant, the Poet wrote; -you want much of meet. i. e. Much of what you ought to be: much of the Qualities be fitting you as humane Creatures. (26) The Sea's a Thief, whofe liquid Surge refelves The Moon into falt Tears.] The Sea melting the Moon into Tears, is, I believe, a Secret in Philofophy, which no body but Shakespeare's deep Editors ever dream'd of. There is another Opinion, which 'tis more reasonable to believe that our Author may allude to; viz. that the Saltness of the Sea is caused by feveral Ranges, or Mounds of Roch-Salt under Water, with which refolving Liquid the Sea was impregnated. This I think a sufficient Authority for changing Moon into Mounds: The Mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief, I give, and gold confound you how foever! Amen. [Exit. 3 Thief. H'as almost charm'd me from my profeffion, by perfuading me to it. 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy; and give over my trade. 1 Thief. Let us first fee peace in Athens; (27) 2 Thief. There is no time fo miferable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE, The Woods, and Timon's Cave. Enter FLAVIUS. H, you Gods! FLAVIU S. Is yon defpis'd and ruinous man my lord? Full of decay and failing? oh, monument And wonder of good deeds, evilly bestow'd! What Mounds: and I am still the more confirm'd, because Mr. Warburton, who did not know I had touch'd the Place, fent me up the very fame Correction. (27) Thief. Let us first fee Peace in Athens ; &c.] This and the concluding little Speech have in all the Editions been H 3 placed What change of honour defp'rate want has made? Those that would mifchief me, than those that do! Still ferve him with my life. My dearest master! Timon comes forward from his Cave. Tim. Away! what art thou? Fla. Have you forgot me, Sir? Tim. Why doft thou ask That? I have forgot all men. Then, if thou grantest that thou art a man, I have forgot thee. Fla. An honeft fervant, Tim. Then I know thee not: I ne'er had honeft man about me, all I kept were knaves, to ferve in meat to villains. Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Tim. What, doft thou weep? come nearer, then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft Flinty mankind; whofe eyes do never give But or through luft, or laughter. Pity's fleeping; Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping! Fla. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, T'accept my grief, and, whilft this poor wealth lafts, To entertain me as your fteward ftill. Tim. Had I a fteward placed to one Speaker: But, as Mr. Warburton very justly ob ferv'd to me, 'tis evident, the latter Words ought to be put in the Mouth of the first Thief, who is repenting, and leav ing off his Trade, So |