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By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Apem. Thou'ft caft away thyself, being like thyself,
Tim. A fool of thee; depart.
Fim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Apeme To caftigate thy pridė, 'twere well; but thou Do'it it enforcedly : thou’dit courtier be, Wert thou no: beggar,
Mr. Warburtont. (29) Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fools.
Do't please rhyfeif in't? Apem wy,
Tim. Ņot by his breath, that is more miserable.
storm chat blows. I to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden.
Tm. Wbat! a knave too?] Mr. Warburton proposes a correction here, which, tho' it opposes the reading of all the printed copies, has great juftress and propriety in it. He would read;
What! and know't too? The reasoning of the text, as it stands in the books, is, in some fort, concluding backward: or rather making a kneve's and villain's office different: which, surely, is absurd. The correction quite removes i he absurdity, and gives this fenfible rebuke. " What! do'ft
thou please thyself in vexing me, and at the same time know it to * be the ofíce of a villain or fooi?”
Thy nature did commence in fuff'rance, time
Apem. Art thou proud yet?
Tim. I, that I am one now.
[Eating a root
Apem. What wouldt thou have to Athens?
Apem. Here is no use for gold,
Tim. The best and trueft:
Apem. Where lyft o'nights, Timon?
Tim. Under that's above me.
Apem. Where my stomach' finds meat ; or, rather, where I eat it.
Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Apem. Where wouldit thou send it? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. (30) Firf mend thy company,---- ] Thus the old copies; but coma mon fense and the whole tenour of the con warrant that it (hould he---my company.---obferve, Mr. Rowe in his dyo edition of our poet has likewise made this correction
Apem. The middle of humanity thou never kneweft, but the extremity of both ends. When thou waft in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they móckt thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despis’d for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, cat it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. An th’hadit hated medlers sooner, thou should it have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever knoiv unthrift, that was beloved after his means ?
Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'it of, didit thou ever know beloved ?
Tim. I understand thee, thou hadit fome means to keep a dog.
Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?
Tim. Women neareft; but men, men are the things themselves. What wouldit thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, or remain a heast with the beasts?
Apen. Ay, Timon
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'attain to! "If thou wert a lion, 'the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee; if Thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accus'd by the afs; if thou wert the afs, thy duiness would torment thee; and ftill thou liv'd it but as a breakfast to the wolf. If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would alliet thee; and oft thou shouldi hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the
unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and - make thine ownself the conquest of thy fury. Wert
thou a bear, thou wouldst be kill'd by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou would it be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert gei man to the lion, and
the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not subject to a beaft? and what a beast art thou already, and seeft nog thy loss in transformation !
Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mighift have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Athens is become a foreft of beasts.
Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter. (31) The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way: When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thon
Atem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive,
Apem. Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. If I name thee. I'll beat thee; but I should
(31) Arem. Yonder comes a poet, &c.] Apemantus is suppos’d to look out here, and to see the poet and painter at a distance, as traversing the woods in quest of Timon. This preparation of scenary Mr. Pope did not conceive; and therefore, I don't know by what authority, has peremp:orily thrown out some part, and transposed another part of this and the next fpeech to the place where Apemantus goes off. None of the old books countenance such a transposition.
(32) A plague on tbee ! Apem.
-I bou art too bad to curfe. ] In the former editions, this whole verse was placed to Apemantus: by which, absurdly, he was made to curse Timon, and immediately to subjoin that he was too bad to curse. In my SHAKESPEAR E restor’d I gave the former part of the hemiftich to Timon, and the latter part to Apemantus; as it is now regulated in the text: and Mr. Pope, in his last edition, has vouchfaf'd to embrace this regulation.