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Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
Tim. 'Would, thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe.
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!
Apem, 'Would, thou would it burft!
Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I fall lofe a stone by thee.
Apem. Beait !.
[ Apem. retreats backward,o as going. I am sick of this false world, and will love nought But ev'n the meer necessities
[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,
Apem. 'Would 'twere fo,
Tim. Throng'd to?
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)
you want much of meat.] Thus both the Player and poetical Editors have given us this Passage; quite
Why should you want? behold, the earth hath roots ;
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,
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
The Mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief,
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.
Full of decay and failing ? oh, monument
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
What change of honour defp'rate want has made ?
from his Cave.
Tim. Why dost thou ask That? I have forgot all men,
Fla. An honeft servant,
Tim. Then I know thee not :
Fla. The Gods are witness,
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,