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security. Here's three Solidares for thee ; good boy, wink
at me, and say, thou saw'st me not. Fare thee well.

Flam. Is’t possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that liv'd? Aly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee. (Throwing the money away.

Lucul. Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

Exit Lucullus.
Flam. May these add to the number that may scald thee:
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
It turns in less than two nights ? O you gods !
I feel my master's paffion. This slave
Unto this hour has my Lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison ?
O! may diseases only work upon't :
And when he's fick to death, let not that part
Of nature, my Lord paid for, be of power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour! (16) [Exit.

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SCEN E, a publick Street.

Enter Lucius, with three Strangers.
Luc. HO, the Lord Timon? he is my very good

friend, and an honourable gentleman.
i Stran. We know him for no less, tho' we are but
strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my
Lord, and which I hear from common rumours, now
Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.

(16) But prolong bis bour ! ] Mr. Pope, in both his editions, without any authority or reason assign'd, has substituted or instead of but here: by which the sense is infeebled; and the servant only made to say, let

my master's meat in his belly, when he comes to be fick, neither be of force to expel his sickness, nor to put off the time of his death, one hour. Whereas but finely exaggerates the servant's intended curse, to this effect: Let diseases only work upon that food in him, which my master paid for; let it not prove a nutriment able to expel the malady; but on the contrary, the fewel to his distemper, and the means of prolonging his torture!

Luc.

Luc. Fy, no, do not believe it: he cannot want for money.

2 Stran. But believe you this, my Lord, that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to bora row fifty talents, nay, urg'd extremely for't, and shewed what necessity belong’d to't, and yet was deny’d.

Luc. How?
2 Stran. I tell you, deny'd, my Lord.

Luc. What a strange case was that? now, before the gods, I am alham’d on'. Deny'd that honourable man? there was very little honour shew'd in that. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet had he mistook him, and sent him to me, I should ne'er have deny'd his occafion so many talents.

Enter Servilius. Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my Lord, I have sweat to see his honour.-My honour'd Lord- [To Lucius.

Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, Sir. Fare thee well, commend me to thy honourable virtuous Lord, my very exquisite friend.

Ser. May it please your honour, my Lord hath sent-

Luc. Ha! what hath he sent? I am fo much endear'd to that Lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, think'At thou? and what has he sent now?

Ser. H'as only sent his present occafion now, my Lord; requesting your Lord'hip to supply his instant use, with fifty talents.

Luc. I know, his Lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my Lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I hould not urge it half fo faithfully.

Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, Sir.

Luc, What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnith myself against such a good time, when I might ha' fhewn myself honourable? how unluckily it hapned, that I should

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purchase the day before for a little (17) dirt, and undo a great deal of honour? Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do-(the more beast, I say) -I was fending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had don't now. Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and, I hope, his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use my own words to him? Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.

[Exit Servilius.
Luc. I'll look ye out a good turn, Servilius-
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once deny'd, will hardly speed. (Exit.

i Stran. Do you observe this, Hoftilius?
2 Stran. Ay, too well.
1 Stran. Why, this is the world's soul;

(17) That I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour ?] Tho' there is a leeming plausible Antithesis, in the terms, I am very well affur'd, they are corrupt at the bottom. For a little part of what? bonour is the only substantive that follows in the sentence; but men don't purchase for honour, tho' sometimes they may turn purchasers out of oftentation. How much is the Antitbesis improv'd by the sense which nay emendation gives ? « That I " thould be so unlucky to make this purchase, for the lucre of a little dirt, and undo a great deal of honour !" This manner of expressing contemptuously of land, is very frequent with the Poets. So Hamlet, Act 5, speaking of Ofrick, he hath much land ani fertile;.--'tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. So Beaumont and Fletcher in the Scornful Lady, Act 1.

your brother's house is big enough; and, to say truth, he has too much land; hang it, dirt,

And again, in the 2d Act;

-noble hoy, the god of gold here has fee'd thee well; take money for thy dirt. And the Elder Brother, Act 3d.

Had y' only shew'd me land, I had deliver'd it,
And been a proud man to have parted with it:

'Tis dirt and labour.
More authorities would be fuperfluous.

Of

Of the same piece is every flatterer's spirit: (18)
Who can call him his friend,
That dips in the fame dich? for, in my knowing
Timon has been to this Lord as a father,
And kept his credit with his bounteous purse:
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks,
But Timon's filver treads upon his lip;
And yet, oh, see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful thape!
He does deny him (in respect of his)
What charitable men afford to beggars.

3 Stran. Religion groans at it.

i Stran. For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life;
Nor
any

of his bounties came o'er me,
To mark me for his friend. Yet, I proteft,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart: but I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispence,
For policy sits above conscience.

[Exeunt.
Enter a third Servant with Sempronius.
Sem. Muft he needs trouble me in't? 'bove all others?-.
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: All these three
Owe their estates unto him.

Ser. Oh, my Lord,
They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal;
For they have all deny'd him.

Sem. How? deny'd him?
Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him ?
And does he send to me? three! hum-

(18) Is every flatterer's sport.] This senseless corruption has bitherto sun through all the editions; and, as I suppose, without fufpicion.

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It shews but little love or judgment in him.
Muft I be his laft refuge? his friends, like physicians, (19)
Thriv’d, give him over? muft I take the cure
On me? h'as much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry:
He might have known my place; I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have wooed me first :
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him.
And does he think fo backwardly of me,
That I'll requite it last ? no :
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To th' reft, and 'mongst Lords I be thought a fool:
I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
H’ad sent to me first, but for my mind's sake :
I'd such a courage to have done him good.
But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin. [Exit.

Ser. Excellent! your Lord ship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what ħe did, when he made man politick; he crofs'd himself by’t; and I cannot think, but in the end the villanies of man will fet him clear. How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked: like those that under hot, ardent, zeal would set whole realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politick love. This was my Lord's best hope; now all are fled, Save the gods only. Now his friends are dead; Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards (19)

-his friends, like physicians Thrivd, give bim over?] I have restor'd this old reading, only amended the pointing which was faulty. Mr. Pope, fuspecting the phrase, has substituted three in the room of tbriv'd, and so disarm'd the poet's Satire. Physicians ibriv'd is no more than physicians grown ricb: Only the adjective paffive of this verb, indeed, is not so common in use; and yet it is a familiar expression, to this day, to say, such is well thriven on bis trade. This very sarcasm of our author is made use of by Webster a contemporary poet in his Dutcbefs of Malfy, the cloathing only a little varied,

Physicians thus,
Wirb their bands full of money, use to give o'er
Their patients.

Many

a one

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