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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.
2 Sen. My noble Lord.
Tim. Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

[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.
2 Sen. If you had sent but two hours before

Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
Come, bring in all together.

2 Sen. All cover'd dishes!
i Sen. Royal cheer, I warrant you.

3 Sen. Doubt not that, if money and the feason can yield it.

i Sen. How do you ? what's the news ?
Sen. Alcibiades is banish'd : hear


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
fit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be as
they areThe rest of your fees, O gods, the senators of
Athens, together 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, fo in nothing
bless them, and to nothing are they welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.

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 fuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reaking villany. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time-flies,
Cap-and-knee flaves, vapours, and minute-jacks, (20)
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er !-What, doft thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first-thou too-and thou-

[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,
You fames of Rome, you! herds of boils and plagues.
Plaiser you o'er, that you may be abhor'd
Farther than seen! & Co


What! all in motion ? henceforth be no feast,
Wereat a villain's not a welcome gueft.
Burn house, fink Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon, man, and all humanity!

[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

my cap !

3 Sen. Here'tis.

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.


Enter TIMON.
ET me look back upon thee, O thou wall,

That girdleft in those wolves ! dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens ! matrons, turn incontinent;
Obedience fail in children ; llaves and fools
Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench,
And minister in their fteads: To general filths (21)
Convert o'th' instant, green virginity!

(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;
Rather than render back, out with your knives, (22)
And cut your trufters throats. Bound fervants, fteal;.
Large-handed robbers you're grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed ;
Thy mistress is o'ch' brothel. Son of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping fire,
And with it beat his brains out! fear and piety,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestick awe, night-reft, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries !
And yet confusion live !--plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Aibens, ripe for stroke! thou cold Sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy : breath infect breath,
That their society (as their friendship) may
Be merely poison. Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns:
Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
Th' unkindest bealt much kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all)
Th' Athenians both within and out that wall;
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow,
To the whole race of mankind, high and low ! [Exit.

-Bankrupts, hold faji.
Raiber than render back.; out with your knives,

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.


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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 ?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.

i Ser. Such a house broke !
So noble a master fallin ! all gone! and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him

2 Ser. As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor felf,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his difeale of all-thunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows.

Enter other Servants.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house !

3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
That fee I by our faces; we are fellows still,
Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark,
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
Into the sea of air.

Flav. Good Fellows all,
The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
Where-ever we shall meet, for Timon's lake,
Let's yet be fellows : shake our heads, and say,
(As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes)
We have seen better days. Let each take some;
Nay, put out all your hands ; not one word more,
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
(He gives them money; obey embrace, and part several ways:


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