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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


• 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,


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 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 :

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

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 readinefs.
Luc. Our Horfes.

Tim, O my good friends!
I have one word to say to you; look, my 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.

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 thee. I pr’ythee, let's be provided to thew them entertain


Flav. [Aside.] I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. 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.

9 eyes behind ;] To see bleness of soul. the miseries that are following :-o advarce this je wil;] To her.

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



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 shew him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fly so beyond his ftate, That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For ev'ry word. He is fo kind, that he Pays interest 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 100 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 I rode on. 'Tis yours, because 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 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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