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Luc. You see, my Lord, how amply you're be

lov'd. Apem. Heyday! what a sweep of vanity comes this

way!

• They dance ? They are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life ;
As this pomp shews to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear, thole, that dance before me now,

Uomen.

They dance, they are mad it has so greatly the advantage :

as great as this gompous fupper Like madne's, is ihe glory of this appears to have above my oil and life;

root. This, in my opinion, was As ibis pomp shows to a little the sentiment that connected the

oji and root.] This is Ape- second and third lines together: martüs's reflection on the Maik which for the future should be of Ladies : and, for its obscuri. read with asterisks between them. ty, would become any pagan

WARBURTON. philosopher. The first line is a When I read this paffage I compleat sentence : the second is was at first of the same opinion the beginning of a new reflec- with this learned man; but, uption; and the third, the conclu- on longer consideration, I grew fion of it by a similitude. Hence less confident, because I think it appears, that some lines are the present reading susceptible dropt out and lost from between of explanation, with no more the second and third verses. I violence to language than is freconjecture the sense of the whole quently found in our authour. might be this, The glory of hu- The glory of this life is very near man life is like the madness of 10 wadniji, as may be made apthis Mask; it is a false aim at

pear from this pomp exhibited in happinefs, which is to be ob.

a place where a philosopher is tained only by fobriety and tem- feeding on oil and roots. When perance in a private and retired

we see by example how few are life. But superficial judges will the necessaries of life, we learn always prefer pomp and glory; what madness there is in so much because in outward appearance fuperfuity,

Would mine own device.] The Money, if he could. He is mark

Would one day stamp upon me.

'T has been done ; Men shut their doors against the setting sun. The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Timon;

each fingling 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 entertain'd me with 7 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. Please you to dispose yourselves.

Al Lad. Most 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 crossing him in's humour,

[Afide. Else I should tell him-well-i'faith, I should, When all's spent, she'd be cross'd then if he could :

appears to have been de- playing on the Word, and alfigned by Timon to surprise his luding to our old Silver Penny, guests.

used before K. Edward the first's My Lord, ] This answer Time, which had a Cross on the seems rather to belong to one of Reverse with a Crease, that it the Ladies. It was probably on- might be more easily broke into ly marked L in the copy. Halves and Quarters, Half- pence 8 -he'd be crossd then if he and Farthings. From this Penny,

could:] The Poet does not and other Pieces, was our commean here, that he would be mon Expression derived, I have cropi'd in Humour, but that he not a Cross atout me ; i. 6. not a would have his Hand cross'd with Piece of Money. THEOBALD.

'Tis pity, Bounty has not eyes behind ;
That men might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

Lucul. Where be our men?
Serv. Here, my Lord, in readiness.
Luc. Our Horses.
Tim. O my good friends!
I have one word to say to you; look, my Lord,
I must entreat you, honour me fo 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.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you.

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 chee. I pr’ythee, let's be provided to fhew them entertain

Flav. (Aside.) I scarce know how.

ment.

Enter another Servant.

2 Sero. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucias, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milkwhite horses trapt in silver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly. Let the Prefents Be worthily entertain'd.

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- eyes behind ;) To see bleness of foul. the miseries that are following ito advarce this jewel,] To her.

prefer it; to raise it to honour by for his mind.] For no- wearing it,

Enter Enter a third Servant.

How now? what news?

3 Serv. Please you, my Lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow 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. [ Aside.) 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 purfe, or yield me this, To Thew him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fy fo beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For ev'ry word. He is fo kind, that he Pays intereft for’t; his land's put to their books.

Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, - Ere I were forc'd!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such that 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 courfer 1 rode on. 'Tis

yours, becaufe you lik'd 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

Can justly praise, but what he does affect;
I weigh my friend's affection with my own.
3 I 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,
My thanks, I could deal Kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee; thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lie in a pitcht field.

Alc. * l' defiled land, my Lord.
i Lord. We are so virtuously bound
Tim. And so am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd-
Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights.

3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep with you, Lord TimonTim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt Lords.

3 1 tell you trie.] The other depends on a very low quibble. editions, I'll tell you.

Alcibiades is told, that his efiate 4 --'is not enough to give; lies in a pitch'd field. Now

Methinks, I could deal kingdoms] pitch, as Falltaff says, doth deThus the passage stood in all file. Alcibiades therefore replies

, editions before Hanmer's, who That his estate lies in defiled land. thanks.

This, as it happened, was not * l' defiled land,] This is the underlcod, and all the editors old reading, which apparently publithed, I def; land.

restored my

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