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1 Sen. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty messenger.
Tim. Sir, let it not trouble you.
[The banquet brought in, 2 Sen. Most honourable Lord, I'm e'en fick of Thame, that when your Lordship t'other day fent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
Tim. Think not on't, Sir.
Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
2 Sen. All cover'd dishes!
3 Sen. Doubt not that, if money and the feason can yield it.
i Sen. How do you ? what's the news ?
of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd ! 3 Sen. 'Tis so, be sure of it. i Sen. How how? 2 Sen. I pray you, upon what? Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near? 3 Sen.I'll tell you moreanon. Here's a noble feast toward, 2 Sen. This is the old man ftill. 3 Sen. Will't hold ? will’t hold? 2 Sen. It does, but time will, and so 3 Sen. I do conceive.
Tim. Each man to his tool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city-feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place. Sit, sit.
The gods require our thanks.
great benefactors, Sprinkle our society with thankfulnefs. For your own gifts make yourselves prais'd: but reserve still to give, left your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another. For were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods.. Make the meat beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let
no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains. If there
Some speak. What does his Lordship mean?
Tim. May you a better feast never behold,
[Throwing the dishes at them, and drives 'em outo Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. (20)
-and minute jacks Of man and beast, the infinite malady
Crust you quite o’er ! ] I had reformed the bad pointing of this pala fage in my SHAKESPEARE restor’d, and have accordingly rectified it here. In what sense could the senators be callid minute jacks of man and beast? The poet juit before calls them vapours ; and certainly means to inforce that image, by saying, they were jacks not of a mi. nute's trust, or dependance. Then what could the infinite malady fignify, without fomething subjoin'd to give us a clearer idea of it? As I point the passage, it plainly means, May the whole catalogue, the infinite number of distempers, that have ever invaded either man or beast, all be join'd to plague you. Coriolanus curses his cowardly followers, in our author's tragedy so call’d, in a manner not much unlike;
All the contagion of the South light on you,
What! all in motion ? henceforth be no feast,
[Exit. Re-enter the Senators. i Sen. How now, my Lords? 2 Sen. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury ! 3 Sen. Piha ! did you see my cap? 4
Sen. I've lost my gown. i Sen. He's but a mad Lord, and nought but humour fways him. He
gave me a jewel th’other day, and now he has beat it out of my cap. Did you see my jewel? 2 Sen. Did
Sen. Here lyes 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.
A C T IV. SCENE, without the walls of Athens.
That girdleft in those wolves ! dive in the earth,
(21) -To general filibs
Convert o' tb inftant, &c.] This passage was very faulty in the pointing, till I first reform'd it in my SHAKESPEARE restor'd ; and Mr. Pope vouchfaf'd to copy my correction in his last edition.
Do't in your parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast;
-Bankrupts, hold faji.
And cut your trufters tbreats! Thus has this passage hitherto been most absurdly pointed; even by the poetical editors, Mr. Roqve, and Mr. Pope. I had reform’d the pointing; but am, however, to make my acknowledgments to come anonymous gentleman, who by letter advised me to point it as I have done it in the text.
SCENE changes to Timon's Houfe.
Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants. I Ser. TEAR you, good master steward, where's our
matter? Are we undone, caft off, nothing remaining?
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what fhall I say to you ?
i Ser. Such a house broke !
2 Ser. As we do turn our backs
Enter other Servants.
3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
Flav. Good Fellows all,