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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't.

Tim. If I name thee. I'll beat thee; but I should infect my hands.

Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off!

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive:
I fwoon to see thee.

Apem, 'Would, thou would it burft!

Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I fall lofe a stone by thee.

Apem. Beait !.
Tim. Slave!
Apem. Toad !
Tim. Rogue ! rogue! rogue !

[ Apem. retreats backward,o as going. I am sick of this false world, and will love nought But ev'n the meer necessities

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
Lye where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily ; make thine epitaph ;
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
Othou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold. "Twixt natural son and fire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! 'Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whofe Blush doth thaw the consecrated snow, That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible God,

(24) 4 Plague on thee!

Apem. Thou art too bad. to curfe. ] In the former Editi. ons, this whole Verse was placed to Apemantus : by which, absurdly, he was made to curse Timon, and immediately to fubjoin that he was too bad to curse.. My Division entirely cures the Absurdity; and makes Apemantus reply in Character.



That fouldreft clofe impoffibilities,
And mak'it them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose! Oh, thou Touch of hearts !
Think, thy favë man rebels ; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beafts
May have the world in empire.

Apem. 'Would 'twere fo,
But not 'till I am dead! I'll fay, thou hast gold :
Thou wilt be throngd to shortly.

Tim. Throng'd to?

Apem. Ay.
Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.
Apem. Live, and love thy misery !
Tim. Long live so, and so die ! I am quit.

Apem. Mo things like men Eat, Timon, and abkor them.

[Exit Apem. Enter Thieves. i Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is some poor fragment, some Nender 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 assay upon him ; if he care not for’t, he will supply us easily: if he covetously referve it, how shall's get it?

Ź Thief. True ; for he bears it not about him : 'tis hid.' 1 Thief. Is not this he? All. Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. 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, Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meet. (25)

Why (25)

you want much of meat.] Thus both the Player and poetical Editors have given us this Passage; quite

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Why should you want? behold, the earth hath roots ;
Within this mile break forth an hundred springs ;
The oaks bear masts, the briars scarlet hips :
The bounteous huswife nature on each buih
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want ?

i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fifhes; You must eat men,

Yet thanks I must you con,
That you are thieves profest : that you work not
In holier Mapes ; for there is boundless theft
In limited professions. Rascals, thieves,
Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o’th' grape,
'Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
And so 'scape hanging. Trust not the physician,
His antidotes are poiion, and he slays
More than you rob. Take wealth, and live together.
Do villany, do, since you profess to do't,
Like workmen ; I'll example you with thievery.
The Sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast Sea. The Moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the Sun.
The Sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves (26)


Sand-blind, as honeft Launcelot says, 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 grass, and berries, and water? but I dare warrant, the Poet wrote;

-you want much of meet. i. e. Much of what you ought 10 be: much of the Qualities bee fitting you as humane Creatures.

(26) The Sea's a Thief, whose liquid Surge refelves

The Moon into falt Tears.] The Sea melting the Moon into Tears, is, I believe, a Secret in Philosophy, which no body but Shakespeare's deep Editors ever dream'd of. There is another Opinion, which ’ris more reasonable to believe that our Author may allude to ; viz. that the Saltness of the Sea is Caused by several Ranges, or Mounds of Roch-Salt under Water, with which resolving 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,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stoln
From gen’ral excrements : each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have unchéck'd theft. Love not your selves, away,
Rob one another, there's more gold ; cut throats ;
All that you meet are thieves : to Athens go,
Break open shops, for nothing can you steal
But thieves do lose it: steal not less for what
I give, and gold confound you howsoever ! Amen. [Exit.

3 Thief. H’as almost charm'd me from my profession, by persuading me to it.

i 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..

i Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens ; (27)

2 Thief. There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true.


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H, you Gods!
Is yon despis’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 ftill the more confirm'd, because Mr. Warburton, who did not know I had touch'd the Place, sent me up the very same Corre&ion.

(27) 1 Thief. Let us first see Peace in Athens ; doc.) This and the concluding little Speech have in all the Editions been


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What change of honour defp'rate want has made ?
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
Who can bring noblest minds to baseft ends?
How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
When man was wisht to love his enemies :
Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief me, than those that do !
H'as caught me in his eye, I will present
My honest grief to him ; and, as my lord,
Still serve 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 dost thou ask That? I have forgot all men,
Then, if thou grantest that thou art a man,
I have forgot thee.

Fla. An honeft servant,

Tim. Then I know thee not :
I ne'er had honest man about me, all
I kept were knaves, to serye in meat to villains.

Fla. The Gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord, than mine eyes


Tim. What, doft thou weep? come nearer, then I

love thee,
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft
Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give
But or through luft, or laughter. Pity's sleeping ;
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 still.

Tim. Had I a steward

placed to one Speaker : But, as Mr. Warburton vexy juftly obferv'd to me, "ris evident, the latter Words ought to be put in the

Mouth of the firk Thief, who is repenting, and leaving off his Trade,


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