What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, 4 How rarely does it meet-] cond line, to alter woo to do. Rarely, for fitly; not for feldom. WARBURTON. 5 When man was WISHT-] We fhould read WILL'D. He forgets his pagan fyftem here again. WARBURTON. 6 Grant, I may ever love, and Grant, I may ever love, and than those that woo! WARBURTON. In defiance of this criticism I have ventured to replace the former reading, as more fuitable to the general fpirit of these scenes, and as free from the abfurdities charged upon it. It is plain that in this whole fpeech friends and enemies are taken only for thofe who profefs friendship and profefs enmity; for the friend is fuppofed not to be more kind but more dangerous than the ent my. In the emendation those that would mifchief are placed in oppofition to thofe that woo, but in the fpeaker's intention theft that woo are those that mischief moft. The fenfe is, Let me rather woo or carefs those that would mischief, that profess to mean me mischief, than those that really da me mischiefs under false profeffions of kindness. The Spaniards, I think, have this proverb; Defend me from my friends, and from mj enemies I will defend myself. This proverb is a fufficient comment on the paffage. line, to alter woo to do. WARB. In defiance of this dogmatical criticifm I have ventured to replace the former ding, as more fuitable to the general fpirit of thefe fcenes, and as free from the abfurdities charged upon it. It is plain Timon Timon comes forward from his Cave. Tim Away! what art thou? Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir? Tim. Why dost thou afk that? I have forgot all men. Then, if thou granteft that thou art a man, I have forgot thee. Fly. An honeft poor fervant of yours. Tim. Then I know thee not: I ne'er had honeft man about me, all I kept were * knaves, to ferve in meat to villains. Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief For his undone Lord, than mine eyes for you. Tim. What, doft thou weep? Come nearer, then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and difclaim'ft Flinty mankind; whofe eyes do never give But thorough luft and laughter. Pity's fleeping; Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping! Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my Lord, T'accept my grief, and, whilft this poor wealth lafts, To entertain me as your fteward ftill. Tim. Had I a steward So true, fo juft, and now fo comfortable? Knave is here in the compounded fenfe of a fervant and a rafial. Pity's fleeping;) I do not know that any correction is neceffary, but I think we might read, eyes do never give But thorough luft and laughter, pity fleeping. -Let weather) but by luft or laughter, undisturbed by emotions of pity. 8 It almoft turns my dangerous nature WILD] i. e. It almoft turns my dangerous nature to a dangerous nature; for, by dangerous nature, is meant wildnefs. Shakespear wrote, It almoft turns my dangerous nature MILD. Eyes never flow (to give is to difi. e. It almoft reconciles me again folve as faline bodies in moist to mankind. For fear of that, -Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man But one; No more, I pray; and he's a steward. Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wife, Thou might'ft have fooner got another service; A ufuring kindnefs, as rich men deal gifts, Flav. No, my most worthy mafter, in whose breast For any benefit that points to me Either in hope, or prefent, I'd exchange he puts in a caution immediately tion but for one man. To which the Oxford Editor fays, rectè. WARBURTON. This emendation is fpecious, But even this may be controverted. To turn wild is to diftract. An appearance fo unexpected, fays Timon, almoft turns my favageness to distraction. Accord ingly he examines with nicety left his phrenzy should deceive him. Let me beheld thy face. Surely this man Was born of woman. And to this fufpcted diforder of mind he alludes, Perpetual, fober, Gods!Ye powers whofe intellects are out of the reach of perturbation. To To requite me by making rich yourself. Tim. Look thee, 'tis fo. Thou fingly honeft man, Here, take. The Gods out of my mifery Have fent thee treafure. Go, live rich and happy, But let the famifht flesh flide from the bone, And fo farewel, and thrive. Flav. O, let me ftay, and comfort you, my Mafter. Stay not, but fly, whilft thou art bleft and free; [Exeunt feverally. SCENE II. 2 Enter Poet and Painter. Pain. As I took note of the place, it can't be far where he abides. 9 from men.] Away from human habitations. 1 Debts wither] Debts wither them to nothing. Folio. 2 Enter Poet and Painter.] The poet and the painter were within view when Apemantus parted from Timon, and might then have feen Timon, fince Apemantus, standing by him, could fee them: But the fcenes of the thieves and the feward have pafs'd before their arrival, and yet paffed, as the drama is now conducted, within their view. It might be Poet. suspected that fome scenes are tranfpofed, for all thefe difficulties would be removed by introducing the poet and painter firft, and the thieves in this place. Yet I am afraid the fcenes must keep their prefent order; for the painter alludes to the thieves, when he fays, he likewife enriched poor ftraggling foldiers with great quantity. This impropriety is now heighten'd by placing the thieves in one act, and the poet and painter in another: but it must be remembered, that in Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true, that he is fo full of gold? Pain. Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timand a had gold of him; he likewife enrich'd poor ftraggling foldiers with great quantity. 'Tis faid, he gave his steward a mighty fum. Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a trial of his friends? Pain. Nothing elfe; you fhall fee him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the higheft. Therefore, 'tis not amifs, we tender our loves to him, in this fuppos'd diftrefs of his: it will fhew honeftly in us, and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his Having. Poet. What have you now to prefent unto him? Pain. Nothing at this time but my vifitation; only I will promife him an excellent piece. Poet. I muft ferve him fo too; tell him of an intent that's coming toward him. 3 Pain. Good as the beft. Promifing is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever the duller for his act, and, but in the plainer and fimpler kind of people, 3 the deed is quite out of ufe. To promife, is most courtly, and fashion. able; performance is a kind of will or teftament, which argues a great fickness in his judgment that makes it. Re enter Timon from his Cave, unseen. Tim. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man fo bad as thyself. in the original edition this play is not divided into feparate acts, fo that the prefent diftribution is arbitrary, and may be changed if any convenience can be gain ed, or impropriety obviated by alteration. 3 the deed is] In the old edi tion, the deed of faying is quite out of use. Poet. |