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Enter Servant. Ser. Please you, my Lord, there are certain Lao dies molt desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Ser, There comes with them a forerunner, my Lord, which bears that office to signify their pleasures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. Enter CUPID with a Masque of Ladies, as Amazons.

Gup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all' That of his bounties taste! the five best senses

Acknowledge thee their patron, and do come
Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bofom ;
Th'ear, talte, touch, smell, pleased from thy table

rise, (7) - These only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind

admittance. Let music make their welcome. Luc. You see, my Lord, how amply you're be.

loved. Apem. Hoyday, what a sweep of vanity comes They dance, they are mad women. [this way! Like madness is the glory of this life; As this pomp shews to a little oil and root.

(5) There taste, touch, all. pleased from thy table rise They only rowe -] The incomparable emendation, with which the text is here supplied, I owe to my ingenious friend Mr Warburton. The five senses, as he observes, are talked of by Cupid, but only three of them made out; and those in a very heavy, unintelligible manner. But now you have them all, and the Poet's sense compleat, viz. The five fenfes, Timon, acknowledge thee their patron; four of them, the hearing, the touch, the talte, and smell, are all regaled at your beard; and these ladies come with me to entertain yous fight, in presenting a maique.

We make ourselves fools, to difport ourselves;
And ipend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous {pight and envy -
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friend's gift?--
I should fear thote that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done ;
Men thut their doors against the setting fun.
[The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring

of Timon; -each singling out an Amazon, and
all dance, Men with Women; a lofty strain or

two to the Hautboys, and cease.] Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,

fair Ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind:
You've added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertained me with mine own device.
I am to thank you for it.

Luc. My Lord, you take us even at the best.

Apem. Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you. Plea'e you to dispose yourselves.

All La. Molt thankfully, my Lord. [Exeunt.
Tim. Flavius?
Flav. My Lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there
is no crolling him in's humour,
Else I should tell him--well-i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be crossed then if he could:(8)

(8) ----he'd be crossed then if he could :] The Poet does not mcan here, that he would be crosed, or thwarted in humour,

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ΤΙ Μ Ο Ν Ο F' Α Τ Η Ε Ν S.
*Tis pity bounty has not eyes behind ;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

Luc. Where be our men?
Ser. Here, iny Lord, in readiness.
Lucur. Our horfes.
Tim. O my good friends !
I have one word to say to you; look, iny Lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel, accept, and wear it,
Kind my Lord !

Luc. I am so far already in your gifts,
All. So are we all. [Exe. Lucius and Lucullus.

Enter a Servant.
Ser. My Lord, there are certain nobles of the
Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you.

but that he would have his hand crossed, as we say, with money, if he could. He is playing on the word, and al. luding to our old silver penny, used before King Edward I.'s time, which had a cross on the reverse, with a creafe, that it might be more easily broke into halves and quarters, half pence and farthings. From this penny, and other subsequent pieces that bore the like impress, was our common expreflion derived, I have not a cross about me; į. . not a piece of money. I thought this note pright not be unnecefiary, because it serves to explain several other passages, where the Poet has punned on this term. For instance, in the second part of Henry IV. Falstaff asking the Lord Chief Justice to lend him a thousand pounds, he replies;

Not a penny, not a penny; you are tou impatient to bear
crolles.
In Love's Labour's lost;

Arm. I love not to be crolled.
Moth. He speaks the clean contrary;

Crollis love not him.
And in As you like it ;
Clown.

Yet I should beat no cross, if I did bear
you; for I think you have no money in your purse.
In all which places, 'tis clear that money is fignified by the
vord croffes.

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Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter FLAVIUS. Flav. I beseech your Honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! why then another time I'll hear thee: I pr’ythee let's be provided to shew them entertainment. Flav. I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant. 2 Ser. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milk-white horses trapped in filver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents Be worthily entertained.

Enter a third Servant. How now? what news:

3 Ser. Please you, my Lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your Honour two brace of grey-hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, not without fair reward.

Flav. What will this come to? he commands us to provide, and give great gifts, and all out of an empty

coffer:

: nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To shew him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes for

every word:

He is so kind that he pays interest for’t:
His land's put to their books. Well, would I were
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on.

Gently put out of office, ere I were forced.
Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such as do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

[Exit. Tim. You do yourselves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our love.

i Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. He has the very foul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode Tis yours because

you

liked it. 2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know no man can justly praise but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own; I'll tell you true, I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary.

Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, tlferefore seldom rich, It comes in charity to thee; thy living Is amongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast Ly in a pitched field. Alc. I defy land, my Lord. į Lord. We are fo virtuously boundTim. And so am I to you. 2 Lord. So infinitely endeared Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights! more

lights! 3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and for. Keep with you; Lord Timon

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