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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
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;
of Timon; -each singling out an Amazon, and
two to the Hautboys, and cease.] Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,
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.
Flav. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there
(8) ----he'd be crossed then if he could :] The Poet does not mcan here, that he would be crosed, or thwarted in humour,
ΤΙ Μ Ο Ν Ο F' Α Τ Η Ε Ν S.
Luc. Where be our men?
Luc. I am so far already in your gifts,
Enter a Servant.
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
Arm. I love not to be crolled.
Crollis love not him.
Yet I should beat no cross, if I did bear
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
: 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
He is so kind that he pays interest for’t:
Gently put out of office, ere I were forced.
[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
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