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Whick now the publick body, (which doth feldom
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Tim. You witch me in it,
i Sex Therefore so please thee to return with us,
2 Sen. And Thakes his threatning sword Against the walls of Athens.
i Sen. Therefore, Timon Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir; thus--If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. If he fack fair Aibens, And take our goodly aged men by th' beardi, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war ; Then let him know,mand tell him, Timon speaks it ; In pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot chuse but tell him, that I care not. And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer. For myself, There's not a whittle in th' unruly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before VOL. VI.
The reverend'lt throat in Athens. So I leave yoy
Flav. Stay not, all's in vain.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
i Sen. We speak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not
i Sen. That's well spoke.
them. 2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like
triumphers In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them,
pangs of love, with other incident throes,
2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.
close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it. Tell my friends, 'Tell Athens, in the frequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his hafte; (38)
Come 138) - let bim take bis taste;] I dont know, upon what authority Mr Pope in both his editions has given us this reading; I have reford the text from the old books, and, I am persuaded, as the author
Tin:on's whole harangue is copied from this passage of Plutercb in the life of M. Antony: “Ye men of Aibens, in a court yard
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the ax,
I pray you, do my greeting:
Tim. Come not to me again, but fay to Athens,
[Exit Timon. 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably coupled to his
nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead ; let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. (39) i Sen. It requires swift foot.
« belonging to my house grows a large fig-tree; on which many an so honest citizen has been pleas'd to hang himief: Now, as I have " thoughts of building upon that spot, I could got omit giving you “ this publick notice; to the end, that if any more among you have * a mind to make the same use of my tree, they may do it speedily
before it is destroy’d.” And Rabelais, who, in the oldest prologue to his fourth book, has inserted this story from Plutarch, thus renders the close of the sentence.
Pourtant quiconque de Vous autres, et de toute la ville aura a se pendre, s'en depesche promptement.
(39) In our dead peril.] Thus Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope have given us this passage; but is it not strange that the Arbenians 'peril should be dead, because one of their hopes was dead? Such a disappointment muft naturally give fresh life and strength to their danger. We must certainly read with the old Folio's; In cur dear peril. i, e. dread, deep. So in As you like it;
For my father hated his father dearly, So in Jul. Caf.
Would it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, 5 cm And in Hamlet;
Would I had met my dearest foe in heav'n, C. And in an hundred other passages, that might be quoted from our author,
SC EN E'changes to the Walls of Athens. Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger.
Hou haft painfully discover'd; are his files
As full as thy report? Mes. I have spoke the least. Besides, his expedition promises Present approach.
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
Mes. I met a courier," one mine ancient friend; Who, though in general part we were oppos'd, Yet our old
love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i' th' cause against your city, In part for his fake mov’d.
Enter the other Senators, 1 Sen. Here come our brothers.
3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of bim expect. The enemies drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choak the air with duft.
In, and prepare ; Qurs is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare. [Exeunt.
Enter a Soldier in the woods, feeking Timon. Sol. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho. -No answeri
What is this? Timon is dead, who haih out-stretcht his span ;Some beast rear'd this; here does not live a man. (40)
Dead, (40) Some beaf read this: bere does not live a man.] Some beast read what? The soldier had yet only seen the rude pile of earth heap'd up for Timon's grave, and not the inscription upon it. My friend Mr. Warburton ingeniously advis'd me to amend the text, as I have done; and a paffage occurs to me, (from Beaumont and Fletcher's Cupid's revenge) that seems very strong in support of his conjecture:
Comfort was never here;
Dead, sare, and this his grave; what's on this tomb ?
SCENE, before the Walls of Athens.
Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his powers.
Ound to this coward and lascivious town Al. S our terrible approach.
[Sound a parley. The Senators appear upon the walls
Sen. Noble and young,
2 Sen. So did we woo (41) Transformed Timon to our city's love
Ву The soldier, seeking by order for Timon, sees such an irregular mole, as he concludes must have been the workmanship of some beast in. habiting the woods; and such a cavity, as either must have been so over-arch'd, or happen'd by the casual falling in of the ground. This Latter species of caverns, produced by nature, Æschylus, I rememberg. in his Prometbeus, elegantly calls autóxlorärtpa, felf-builo denso (41)
So did we woo