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rest of your foes, O Gods, the senators of Athens, togė. ther with the common lag of people, what is amiss in them, you Gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my friends -as they are to me nothing, so in notbing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover-Dogs, and lap.
[The dishes uncovered are full of warm water. Some speak. What does his Lordship mean? Some other. I know not.
Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth friends. Smoke, and lukewarm
water * Is your perfection. This is Timon's last. Who stuck 5 and spangled you with flatteries, Walhes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
[Throwing water in their faces. Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, affable Wolves, meek Bears, You Fools of fortune, Trencher-friends, Time-fies, Cap and knee Slaves, Vapors, and ? Minute-jacks; Of man and beast the * infinite malady Crust you quite o'er !—What, dost Thou go? Soft, take thy physick first-Thou too—and ThouStay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. What! all in motion ? henceforth be no feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. Burn House, sink Athens, henceforth hated be Of Timon, man, and all humanity !
[Exit. 4 Is your perfection.-) Per. • Time-flies,] Flies of a feason. fection, for exact or perfect like
minute-jacks ; ] Harmer ness.
WARBURTON. thinks it means Jack a lantern, Your perf. 2in, is the bigkeft which fines and disappears in of your excellence.
an instant. What it was I know 5 —and spangled you with not; but it was something
fratteries,] We Mould cer. quick motion, mentioned in Kicktainly read,
ard l. and spangled with YOUR * -the infinite malad;] Every flatteries.
WARB. kind of disease incident to man The present reading is right. and beaft.
Re-enter the Senators.
1 Sen. How now, my Lords?
1 Sen. He's but a mad Lord, and nought buc hu-
fee 3 Sen. Here'tis. 4 Sen. Here lies my gown. i Sen. Let's make no stay. 2 Sen. Lord Timon's mad. 3 Sen. I feel't upon my bones. 4 Sen. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
Without the Walls of Athens.
Enter TIMON. L
ET me look back upon thee, O thou Wall,
That girdlest in those wolves ! dive in the earth,
Ad 4.] The incidents of are taken from the Timon of Lualmost all the following scenes
Do't in your parents' eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast;
9 – 1” brothel.] So Harmer. confusion all things feem to haften The oli copies read, o'th' brothel. to disolutiew, yet let noi di Jolution
. --et confusion--] Hanmer come, but the miseries of confureads, let confufion ; but the fion continue. meaning may be, though by such
Changes to Timon's House.
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
i Serv. Such a House broke!
go along with him?
Enter other servants.
3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
• Enter Flavius, ] Nothing thing but impartial kindness can contributes more to the exaltation gain affection from dependants. of Timon's character than the -- from his buried fortunes] zeal and fidelity of his servants. The old copies have to instead Nothing but real virtue can be of from. The correction is Harhonoured by domesticks; no- mir’s. Q.4
Flav. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Where-ever we shall meet, for Timon's fake, Ler’s yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, We have seen better days. Let each take some ;
[Giving them money. - Nay put out all your hands - not one word more. Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
[They embrace, and part several ways. Oh, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who'd be so nock'd with glory, as to live But in a dream of friendship, To have his Pomp, and all what State compounds, But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ? Poor honest Lord ! brought low by his own heart, Undone by goodness ; ' strange unusual blood, When man's worst fin is, he does too much good. Who then dares to be half so kind again? For bounty, that makes Gods, does still mar men. My deareft Lord, bleft to be most accurs'd, Rich only to be wretched ; thy great fortunes Are made thy chief aMictions. Alas, kind Lord! He's Aung in rage from this ungrateful Seat Of monstrous friends; Nor has he with him to supply his life, Or that which can command it. I'll follow and enquire him out ; I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilft I have gold, I'll be his Steward still.
3-frange unusual blood,] introduction. I know not what Of this passage, I suppose, every to propose. Perhaps,
, reader would wish for a correc -strange unusual mood, tion, but the word, harsh as it may, by fome, be thought betis, stands fortified by the rhyme, ter, and by others worse. to which, perhaps, it owes its