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Tim. Ready for his friends. [Exeunt Lords.
Apem. What a coil's here, Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! (9) I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs; Methinks false hearts should never have found legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on courtesies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee.
Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst fin the faster. Thou givest so long, Timon, (10) I fear me thou wilt give away
(9) Serving of becks,] I have not ventured to alter this phrase, though I confess freely I don't understand it. It may be made intelligible two ways, with a very night alteration. Mr Warburton acutely propofed to me,
Serring of becks, from the French word serrer, to join close together, to lock one within another, by a metaphor taken from the billing of pigeons who intersert their bills into one another.Org we might read,
Scruing of backs, and jutting out of bums! for Apemantus is obferving on the ridiculous congees and complimental motions of the flattering guests in taking their leave. Both conjectures are submitted to judgment,
(10) I fear me, thou wilt give away thy self in paper shortly.] i. e. Be ruined by his fecurities entered into. But this sense, as Mr Warburton observes, is cold, andrelidhes very little of that falt which is in Apemantus's other reflections. He proposes;
give away thyself in proper shortly. i. e. in person, thy proper felf. This latter is an expression of our Author's in the Tempes;
And even with such like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves. And of Ben Johnson in the induction to his Cynthia's Revels;
you please to confer with our author by attors ney, you may, Sir; our proper felf here stands for him. And the other phrase, thyself in proper--without the substan
thyself in paper shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories?
Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better music.
[Exit. Apemu. So~~(11) thou wilt not hear me now,
thou shalt not then. I'll lock thy heaven from thee: Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.
rive subjoined, I believe, may be justified by similar usagea Ben jelınson in his Sejanus;
My Lords, thus strike at every Roman's privale. i. Co private property, or interest. And again, in the same play ;
Macro, thou art engaged; and what before
Was public, now niust be thy private. i.e. thy private concern. And, to quote one authority from an author of more modern date; Niilton in his Paradiso Loli, B 7. v. 367.
By tincture, or reflection, they augment
Their small peculiur. i. e. peculiar body, or brightness ; for it is spoken of the ftars. (13) Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.
ľ'il lock thy heaven from thee.] So, in Cymbeline, Imogen fays;
-if he should write, And I not have it, 'tis a paper loft
As offered mercy is. i. e. not to be retrieved. In both these passages our Poct is alluding to a theological opinion, that the Holy Spirit by fecret whispers in the mind, the ftill voice, inward fuggestions, offers its allistance very often when it is not attended to; either when men are dragged away by the violence of the paflions, or blinded by too great attention to worldly avocations. This by divines is called the loss of oifered mercy; and when it is for a length of time reig Ated, or difregarded, the offender's cafe is looked upon to be the more desperate.
SCEN 2, a public Place in the City.
Enter a Senator.
An able horse] The stupidity of this corruption will be very obvious, if we take the wholecontexi together. If I want gold (says the Senator) let me steal a beggar's dog, and give it to Timon, the dog coins me gold. If I would sell my horse, and had a miod to buy ten better instead of him; why, I need but give my borse to l'imon, to gain this point; and it presently fetches me an horse. But is that gaining the point proposed ? sense and reason warsant the reading that I have refored to the text. The first Folio reads leis corruptedly than the modern impressions;
And able horses.Which reading, joined to the reasoning of the passage, gave 'me the hint for this emendation.
ΤΙ Μ Ο Ν Ο F Α Τ Η Ε Ν S:
Enter CAPHIS. Caph. Here, Sir, what is your pleasure ? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord
Timon; Importune him for monies; be not ceas'd With slight denial; nor then silenced with " Commend me to your master”—and the cap Plays in the right hand thus:--but tell him, firrah, My uses cry to me, I muft serve my turn Out of mine own; his days and times are past, And my reliance on his fracted dates Has smit my credit. I love and honour him ; But must not break my back to heal his finger, Immediate are my needs, relief Must not be tossed and turned to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone. Put on a molt importunate aspect, A visage of demand: for I do fear, When every
feather sticks in his own wing,
Cap. I go, Sir.
-take the bonds aloe
with And have the dates in. Come.] The absurdity of this passage is so glaring, that one cannot help wondering none of our Poet's editors, should have been fagacious enough to stumble at it. Certainly ever since bonds were given, the date was put in when the bond was entered into; and there bonds Timon had already given, and the time limited for their payment was lapsed. The Senator's charge to his fervant must be to the tenour as I have amended the text, viz. Take good notice of the dates, for the better computation of the interest due upon them. Mr Pope has vouchsafed to acknowledge my emendation, and cry reéte to it in the appeu. dix to his last impreflion.
Cap. I will, Sir.
[Exeunt SCEN E changes to Timon's Hall. Enter FLAVIUS,
many Bills in his Hand. Flav. No care, no stop? so fenseless of expence, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot? Takes no account How things go from him, and resumes no care Of what is to continue : never mind Was to be fo unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done?-he will not hear, 'till feel : I must be round with him, now he comes from Fy, fy, fy, fy.
[hunting Enter CAPHIS, ISIDORE, and VARRO. Cap. Good evening, Varro; what, you come for
Enter TiMON, and his Trair.
[They present their bills, Cap. My Lore', !ere is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues ? whence are you? Cap. Of Athens here, my Lord. Tim. Go to my steward.
Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off To the succellion of new days, this month : My master is awaked by great occasion,