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Which was not half so beautiful and kind :
You've added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with 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.

All la. 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,
Else I should tell him-well-i' faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross’d then if he could: (8)
'Tis pity, bounty has not eyes behind;
That man might ne’er be wretched for his mind.

Luc. Where be our men ?

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(8)---he'd be cross’d tben if he could:] The poet does not mean here, that he would be cross’d, or thwarted in humour; but that he would have his hand cross'd, as we say, with money, if he could. He is playing on the word, and alluding to our old silver- penny, used before K. Edward the ist his time, which had a cross on the reverse with a crease, 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 expression deriv’d, I have not a cross about me; i. e. not a piece of money. I thought, this note might not be unnecessary, because it serves to explain se eral other passages, where the peet has punn'd on this terni. For instance, in the ad part of Henry IVth. Falstaffe asking the Lord Cbief Justice to lend him a thousand pounds, he replies;

Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crofjes
In Love's Labour loft ;

Arm. I love not to be cross'd.
Moth. He speaks the clean contrary:

Croses love not him.
And in As you like it;
Clwn.

Yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you: for,
I think, you have no money

in

your purse. In all which places, 'cis clear, that money is fignified by the word

Serv. Here, my Lord, in readiness.
Lucul. Our horses.
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. [Ex. Lucius and Lucullus.

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 proythee, let's be provided to thew them entertainment.
Flav. I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, out-
of his free love, hath presented to you four milk-white-
horses trapt in silver.

Tim. I fall accept them fairly : let the presents Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a third Servant.. How now? what news?

3 Ser:v. Please you, my Lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour twobrace 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 coifer: Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,

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To Mew 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 allindebt; he owes for ev'ry word:
He is so 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 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 soul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser 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 juftly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friends affection with my own; I'll tell you true, I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none so 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, therefore seldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee; thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lye in a pitcht field.
Alc. I defy 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 Timon

Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt Lords Apem. What a coil's here, Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! (9) I doubt, whether their legs be worth the sums That are giv'n for 'em. Friend ihip’s full of dregs ; Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs. Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on courtesies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, Vli nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldīt fin the faster. Thou giv's so long Timon, (10) I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper

shortly. (9) Serving of becks,] I have not ventur’d to alter this phrase, tho' I confess freely, I don't understand it. It may be made intelligible two ways, with a very night alteration. Mr. Warburton acutely propos'd to me,

Serring of becks, from the French word serrer, to join close together, to lock one within another; by a metapbor taken from the billing of pigeons, who intersert their bills into one another. Or, we might read,

Scruing of backs, and jutting out of bums! For Apemantus is observe tag on the ridiculous congees, and complimental motions of the flate tering guests in taking their leave. Both conjectures are submitted to judgment,

(10) I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper jhortly.) i. e. be ruin': by his securities entered into. But this sense, as Mr. War. burton observes, is cold; and relishes very little of that falt which is in Apemantus's other reflections. He proposes,

-give away thyself in proper shortly. i: e. in person; thy proper self.' This latter is an expression of our author's in the Tempeft;

And ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown

Their proper selves.
And of B. Jonson in the induction to his Cyntbia's Revels;

- If you please to confer with our author by attorney, you may, Sir: our proper self here ftands for him. And the other phrase, thyself in proper---without the substantive subjoin’d, I believe, may be justified by simular usage. B. Jonson in his Sejanus;

My Lords, this strikes at ev'ry Roman's private. i, e. private property, or interest. And again, in the same play;

Macro, thou art engag'd; and what before
Was publick, now must be thy private.

i. c. thy

shortly. What need these feafts, pomps, and vainglories?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better mufick.

[Exit. Apem. So-(11) thou wilt not hear me now, thou

shalt not then.
I'll lock thy heaven from thee:
Oh, that mens ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

ACT: II.

SCE N E, A publick place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

SENATOR
ND late, five thousand : to Varro and to Ifidore

A , ;

Which makes it five and twenty. --Still in motion i. e, thy private concern. And, to quote one authority from an au. thor of more modern date; Milton in his Paradise loft, B. 7. v. 367.

By tincture, or reflection, they augment

Their small peculiar.
i. e. peculiar body, or brightness; for it is spoken of the stars.

(11) Thou wilt not bear me now, thou malt not then.
I'll lock thy beaven from thee.] So, in Cymbeline, Imogen says;

-if he should write,
And I not have it, 'tis a paper loft

As offer'd mercy is. i. e. not to be retriev'd, 'In both these passages our poet is alluding to a theological opinion, that the Holy Spirit by secret whispers in the mind, the ftill voice, inward suggestions, offers its affiftance very of. ten when it is not attended to: either when men are dragéd away by the violence of the paffions, or blinded by too great attention to worldly avocations. This by divines is call'd the loss of offer'd mercy: and when it is for a length of time rejected, or disregarded, the offender's case is look'd upon to be the more desperate.

Mr. Warburton.

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