Enter Thieves. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is fome poor fragment, fome flender ort of his remainder; the mere want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is nois'd, he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief. Let us make the affay upon him; if he care not for't, he will fupply us eafily: if he covetously referve it, how fhall's get it? 2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid. 1 Thief. Is not this he? All. Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his defcription. All. Soldiers; not thieves. Tim. Both too, and womens fons. All. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. Tim. Your greateft want is, you want much of meet. (33) Why should you want? behold, the earth hath roots, Within this mile break forth an hundred fprings ; The oaks bear mafts, the briars fcarlet hips: The bounteous hufwife nature on each bufh Lays her full mefs before you. Want? why want ? (33)--you want much of meat.] Thus both the player and poetical editors have given us this paffage; quite fand-blind, as honeft Launcelot fays, to our author's meaning. If thefe poor thieves wanted meat, what greater want could they be curs'd with, as they could not live on grafs, and berries, and water? But I dare warrant, the poet wrote; ——you want much of meet. i. e. Much of what you ought to be: much of the qualities befitting you as humane creatures. In the very fame manner is the word used again in Coriolanus, fpeaking of tribunes being chosen at an unfit time; -In a rebellion, When what's not meet, but what muft be, was law, Then were they chofen. And in a little poem of our author's call'd, The Tryal of Love's Confancy, we find him employing the fubftantive in the like sense. To bitter fauces did I frame my feeding; 2 1 Thief. 1 Thief. We cannot live on grafs, on berries, water, As beafts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beafts themselves, the birds and fishes; That you are thieves profeft; that you work not Here's gold. Go, fuck the fubtle blood o' th' grape.. "Till the high fever feeth your blood to froth, And fo fcape hanging. Truft not the physician, More than you rob. Take wealth, and live together. Like workmen; I'll example you with thievery. (34) The fea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves The The moon into falt tears.] The fea melting the moon into tears, is, I believe, a fecret in philofophy, which no body but Shakespeare's deep editors ever dream'd of. There is another opinion, which 'tis more reasonable to believe that our author may allude to; viz. that the faltnefs of the fea is caufed by feveral ranges, or mounds, of roch falt under water, with which refolving liquid the fea was impregnated. Varenius in his geography is very copious upon this argument: After .having touch'd upon another opinion, that the faline particles were coeval with the ocean itfelf, he fubjoins; Si ca caufa minus placet, alteram eligemus; nimirum falfas iftas particulas a terrâ binc inde avulfas effe, & in aquâ diffolutas. Lib. 1. cap. 13. prop. 8. This I think a fufficient authority for changing moon into mounds: and I am ftill the more confirm'd, becaufe Mr. Warburton, who did not know I had touch'd the place, fent me up the very fame correction. Of the fea thus encroaching upon the land, our author has made mention more than once in his works. Into the fea. And again, in a poem of his, call'd, Injurious Time; Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And The mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief, 1 give, and gold confound you how foever! Amen. [Exit. 3 Thief. H'as almost charm'd me from my profeffion, by perfuading me to it. Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advifes us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. [trade. 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy; and give over my 1 Thief. Let us firft fee peace in Athens. (36) 2 Thief. There is no time fo miferable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt. And in a play, afcrib'd to him, call'd Pericles Prince of Tyre. Act 4. Thetis, being proud, fwallow'd fome part o' th' earth. It may not be amifs to obferve, that in all the editions of this play, except one old quarto printed in 1609, the name of Thetis is loft, and Bonfenfically corrupted into thefe two words : That is, being proud, &c. (35) -by a compofure ftoln From gen'ral excrement:] I have reftor'd from the old editions, compofture; and there is no doubt but that was our author's word here. For he is fpeaking of that artificial dung, call'd compost. So Haml. A& 3. And do not spread the compoft on the weeds, To make them ranker. (36) 1 Thief. Let us first fee peace in Athens; &c.] This and the concluding little fpeech have in all the editions been placed to one fpeaker: But, as Mr. Warburton ve y justly observ'd to me, 'tis evident, the latter words ought to be put in the mouth of the first thief, who is for repenting, and leaving off his trade. A CT V. SCENE, The Woods, and Timon's Cave. Ο Enter Flavius. FLAVIU S. Is yon defpis'd and ruinous man my Lord? Timon comes forward from his Cave. Tim. Away! what art thou? Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir? Tim. Why doft afk that? I have forgot all men, Then if thou grantest that thou art a man, I have forgot thee. Flav. An honeft fervant, Tim. Then I know thee not: I ne'er had honeft man about me, all I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains. Ne'er did poor steward 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 disclaim'st Flinty mankind; whofe eyes do never give But or through luft, or laughter. Pity's fleeping; Tim. Had I a steward So true, fo juft, and now fo comfortable ? Forgive my gen'ral and exceptless rashness, Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wife; Thou might'ft have fooner got another service: Upon their firft Lord's neck. But tell me true, A ufuring kindness, as rich men deal gifts, did feaft Flav. No, my most worthy master, (in whose breast Doubt and fufpect, alas, are plac'd too late,) You fhould have fear'd falfe times, when you Sufpect ftill comes, where an eftate is leaft. That which I fhew, heav'n knows, is merely love, Duty, and zeal, to your unmatched mind, Care of your food and living: and, believe it, For any benefit that points to me and wealth Either in hope, or prefent, I'd exchange |