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As flept within the shadow of your Power,
i Sen. Noble and young,
; 2 Sen, So did we woo (32) Transformed Timon to oar city's love By humble message, and by promis'd 'mends : We were not all unkind, nor all deserve The common stroke of war.
i Sen. These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such, That these great tow'rs, trophies, and schools should fall For private faults in them.
2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out: Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess (33)
So did we wood Transformed Timon to our City's Love
By humble Message, and by promis'd means :) Promis'd' Means must import a Supply of Substance, the recruiting his sunk for tunes; but that is not all, in my mind, that the Poet would aim at. The Senate had wooed him with humble Melage, and Promise of general Reparation for their Injuries and Ingratitude. This seems included in the Night Change which I have made and by promis'd’mends: and this Word, apoftrophe'd, or otherwise, is used in common with Amends.
(33) Shame, that they wanted Cunning in Excefs, Hath broke their Hearts.] i, e, in other Terms – -Shame, that
Hath broke their hearts. March on, oh, noble lord,
i Sen. All have not offended:
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
I Sen. Set but thy foot
Sen. Throw thy glove,
Alc. Then there's my glove; they were not the cunning'ft Men alive, bath been the Caufe of their Death. For Cunning in Excess muft mean this or nothing. O brave Editors! They had heard it said, that too much Wit in some Cafes might be dangerous, and why not an absolute Want of it? But had they the skill or Courage to remove one perplexing comma, the casy and genuine Sense would ; immediately arise. “ Shame in Excess (i. e. Extremity of " Shame) that they wanted 'Cunning (i. e. that they were not " wife enough not to banith you;) hack broke their Hearts."
Descend, and open your uncharged ports ;
Both. 'Tis moft nobly spoken.
Enter a Soldier.
[Alcibiades reads the epitaph.]
Pass by, and curfe tby fill, but flay not here thy gaite, These well express in thee thy latter fpirits : Tho' thou abhor'dft in us our human griefs, Scorn'dft our brains' flow, and those our droplets, which From niggard nature fall; yet rich conceit (34)
- yet rich Conceit
Hereafter more. -) All the Editors, in their Learning and Sagacity, have suffer'd an unaccountable Absurdity to pass them in this Passage. Why was Neptune to weep on Timon's Faults forgiven: Os, indeed, what Faults had Timon committed, except against his own Fortune and happy Situation in Life? But the Çomption of the Text lies only in the bad Pointing, which
'Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave:
On: faults forgiven. Dead Is noble Timon, of whose memory Hereafter more- -Bring me into your City, And I will use the Olive with my Sword; Make War breed Peace; make Peace stint War; make
each Prescribe to other, as each other's Leach.' Let our drums strike.
I have disengag'd, and restord to the true Meaning. Alcibie ades's whole Speech, as the Editors might have observ'd, is in Breaks, betwixt his Reflexions on Timon's Death, and his Ad. dresses to the Athenian Senators: and as soon as he has com. mented on the Place of Timon's Grave, he bids the Senate set forward ; tells 'em, he has forgiven their Faults; and promises to use them with Mercy,