Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim Well; what further?

Tim. A meer fatiety of commendations.
If I fhould pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd,

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin elfe, It would unclew me quite 3.

On whom I may confer what I have got :
The maid is fair, o' the youngefst for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest coft,

In qualities of the beft. This man of thine
Attempts her love : pr'ythee, noble lord,

Join with me to forbid him her refort;
Myfelf have spoke in vain.

Tim. The man is honest.

Old Al. Therefore he will be, Timon 1:

His honefty rewards him in itfelf,

It must not bear my daughter.

Tim. Does the love him?

Old Ath. She is young, and apt :
Our own precedent paffions do instruct us
What levity is in youth.

Tim. [To Lucil.] Love you the maid ?

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and the accepts of it.
Old Ath. If in her marriage my confent be miffing,
I call the gods to witnefs, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And difpoffefs her all.

Tim. How fhall the be endow'd

If the be mated with an equal husband?

[all.

Old Atb. Three talents, on the prefent; in future,
Tim. This gentleman of mine liath ferv'd me long;
To build his fortune, I will ftrain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter
What you beftow, in him I'll counterpoife,
And make him weigh with her.

Old Ath. Moft noble lord,

Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promife.

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never
may

That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not ow'd 2 to you!

[Exe. Lucil. and Old Ath. Poet. Vouchfafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

Tim. I thank you; you fhall hear from me anon:

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated

As thofe, which fell, would give: But you well

know,

Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters: believe it, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

Tim. Well mock'd.

Mer. No, my good lord; he fpeaks the com

mon tongue,

Which all men fpeak with him.

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid?
Enter pemantus.

Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.
Mer. He'll fpare none.

Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, ftay for thy good

morrow;

[honeft. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves? thou know'it them not.

Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

Tim. Yes.

Apem. Then I repent not.

Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Apem. Thou know'ft, I do; 1 call'd thee by
thy name.

[Timon.

Tim. Thou art proud, Apemartus.
Apem. Of nothing fo much, as that I am not like
Tim. Whither art going?

Apem. To knock out an honeft Athenian's

brains.

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by

the law.

Tim. How lik'ft thou this picture, Apemantus ?
Apem. The beft, for the innocence.

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the pain-
ter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Poet. You are a dog.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's

Go not away. What have you there, my friend?fhe, if I be a dog?

Pain. A piece of painting; which I do befeech Your lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome.

The painting is almost the natural man ;

For fince difhonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but outfide: Thefe pencil'd figures are
Even fuch as they give out. I like your work;
And you fhall find, I like it: wait attendance
'Till you hear further from me.

Pain. The gods preferve you!

[hand; Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: Give me your We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Hath fuffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my lord? difpraife?

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No; I eat not lords.

Tim. An thou fhould'st, thou'dft anger ladies.
Apem. O, they eat lords; fo they come by
great bellies.

Tim. That's a lafcivious apprehenfion.
Apem. So thou apprehend'it it: Take it for
thy labour.

Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not fo well as plain-dealing, which will not coft a man a doit 4.

Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-

poet?

-How now,

1 Dr. Warburton explains this passage thus: "If the man be honest, my lord, for that reason he will be fo in this; and not endeavour at the injuftice of gaining my daughter without my confent." 2 or due. 3 To unclew, is to unwind a ball of thread. To unclew a man. is to draw out the whole mafs of his fortunes. 41 his alludes to the proverb: "Plain dealing is a jew 1, but they that ufe it die beggars.”

1 The meaning may be, I should hate myself for patiently enduring to be a lord.

of man's worn down into monkey. 3 i. e. part. 4 Meed in this place feems to mean defert.

si. e. all the customary returns made in difcharge of obligations.

Tim. O, Apemaritus !-you are welcome.
Apem. No; you fhall not make me welcome!
I come to have thee thruft me out of doors.
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a hu
mour there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :-
They fay, my lords, ira furor brevis eft,

But yonder man is ever angry.—
Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon ;
I come to obferve; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an
Athenian,
[power! :
Therefore welcome: I myself would have no
I pr'ythee, let my meat make thee filent.
Apem. I fcorn thy meat; twould choak me,

for I should

Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a number
Of men eat Timon, and he fees them not !
It grieves me, to fee fo many dip their meat
In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
He cheers them up too 2.

I wonder, men dare truft themselves with men :
Methinks, they should invite them without knives;
Good for their meat, and fafer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,

Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I jhould need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:

Rich men fin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

Alc. My heart is ever at your fervice, my lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of ene mies, than a dinner of friends.

Alc. So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em ; I could with my best friend at fuch a feast.

Apem. 'Would all thofe flatterers were thine enemies then; that thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once ufe our hearts, whereby we might exprefs fome part of our zeals, we fhould think ourselves for ever perfect 4.

Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themfelves have provided that I fhall have much help from you: How had you been my friends elfe? why have you that charitable 5 title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your behalf; and thus far I confirm you 7. O, you gods, think 1, what need we have any friends, if we fhould never Is the readieft man to kill him: it has been prov'd. have need of them? they were the most needless If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at creatures living, fhould we ne'er have use for meals; [notes: them and would moft refemble fweet inftruLeft they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous ments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to Great men should drink with harness on their themfelves. Why, I have often wish'd myself

throats.

Tim. My lord, in heart 3; and let the health

APEMANTUS's GRACE.

Inimortal gods, I crave no pelf ;
I pray for no man but myself :
Grant I may never prove fo fond,
To truft man on his outh, or bond;
Or a barlot, for her sweeping;

Or a dog, that feems a sleeping ;

poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have fo many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.

Apem, Thou weep'ft to make them drink,

Timon.

z Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that inftant, like a babe fprung up . Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a Emuch. 3 Lord. I promife you, my lord, you mov'd me Apem. Much.

baftard.

Sound Tucket.

Tim. What means that trump ?-How now?

1 Timon's meaning feems to be: I my felf would have no power to make thee filent, but I wish thou would't let my meat make thee filent. Timon, like a polite landlord, disclaims all power over the meaneft or molt troublesome of his guests. 2 The allafion, fays Dr. Johnson, is to a pack of hounds trained to purfunt by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is, 3 That is, my lord's health that the animal on which they are feeding cheers them to the chace. si. e. that dear, endearing with fincerity. 4 That is, arrived at the perfection of happiness. title. 6 That is, Why are you diftinguished from thoufands by that title of endearment, was there not a particular connection and intercourfe of tenderness between you and me? 7 i. e. I fix your chas racters firmly in my own mind. To look for babies in the eyes of another, is no uncommon Enter

expreflion.

Fff 4

Enter a Servant.",

Serv. Pleafe you, my lord, there are certain la

dies most defirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? What are their will?

Serv. There comes with them a fore-runner, my lord, which bears that office, to fignify their pleatures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid.

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;-and to all,
That of his bounties tafte --The five beft fenfes
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bofom; [table rife;
The ear, tafte, touch, fmell, pleas'd from thy
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Tim. They are welcome all; let 'em have kind
admittance:

Mufick, make their welcome.

[Exit Cupid. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.

Mufick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.

Apem. Heyday! what a fweep of vanity comes this way!

[not

They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp fhews to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to difport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink thofe men,
Upon whofe age we void it up again,
With poisonous fpite, and envy. Who lives, that's
Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
Not one fpurn to their graves of their friends" gift?
I should fear, those that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done;|
Men thut their doors against a setting fun.
The Lords rife from table, with much adoring of
Timon; and to fhew their loves, each fingles out
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women;
a lefty strain or two to the bautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,
fair ladies,

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half fo beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto 't, and lively luftre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the beft 2.
pem. Faith, for the worst is filthy;

Please you to difpofe yourselves.

All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeuer.
Tim. Flavius,--

Flav. My lord.

Tim. The little cafket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet!
There is no crofting him in his humour;
Elfe I should tell him,—Well,-i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be crois'd3 then, an he could,
Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind 4;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his minds,
{Exit, and returns with the cafict.

1 Lord. Where be our men?
Sev. Here, my lord, in readiness.
2 Lord. Our horfes.

Tim. O my friends, I have one word
To fay to you :-Look you, my good lord, Imt
Intreat you, honour me fo much, as to (lord.
Advance this jewel; accept, and wear it, kirad may
1 Lord. I am fo far already in your gifts,-
All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the
Newly alighted, and come to vifit you. [ienxe
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Flay. I beseech your honour,

Vouchfafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hea
I pr'ythee, let us be provided
[thee:

To fhew them entertainment.

Flav. [Afide.] I fcarce know how.
Enter arother Servant.

2 Serv. May it please your honour, lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath prefented to you
Four milk-white horfes, trapt in filver.

Tim. I fhall accept them fairly: let the prefents Be worthily entertain'd.-How now? what news? Enter a third Servant.

3 Serv. Pleafe you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has fent-your honour two brace of greyhounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be re-
Not without fair reward.
[ceiv'd,
Flav. [de] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer.-

Nor will he know his purfe; or yield me this, To fhew him what a beggar his heart is, and Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promiles fly fo beyond his ftate, [you. That what he ipeaks is all in debt, he owes Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends For every word; he is to kind, that he now

would not hold

Taking, I doubt me.

The meaning is, according to Dr. Johnfon, "The glory of this life is very near to madness, as may be made appear from this fump, exhibited in a place where a philolopher is feeding on eil and roots, When we fce by example how fow are the neceffaries of lile, we learn what madnefs there is in to much fuperbi.y." 2 i. e. you have in the belt we can do. 3 The poet does not mean bere, that he would be croft'd in humour, but that he would have his hand cross'd with money, if he could. Fic is playing on the word, and alluding to our old filver penny, used before K. Edward the Fift's tune, which had a crefs on the reverte with a crcafe, that it might be more easily broke into halves and quarters, ball-pence and farthings. From this penny, and other pieces, was our common expreffion derived, I have not a crois about me; i. e. not a piece of money. 4 To ice the wifies that are bollowing her, 51. e. for his noblencfs of foul, 6 i. c. to prefer it; to raise at home or by weating

Pays

Of your own merits :-Here, my lord; a trifle of
2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will
receive it.

3 Lord. O, he is the very foul of bounty!
Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave
Good words the other day of a bay courfer
I rode on it is yours, because you lik’d it.

2 Lord. O, 1 befeech you, pardon me, my lord, In that.

1 Lord. We are fo virtuously bound,-
Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinite endear'd,-

Tim. All to you.-Lights! more lights.
[mon!—
I Lord. The beit of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Ti-
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c.

Apem. What a coil's here!

Serving of becks 2, and jutting out of buns!
I doubt, whether their legs 3 be worth the fums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, falfe hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing: for,

Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left

know, no man

Can justly praife, but what he does affect:

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll call on you.
I tell you true.

All Lords. O, none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all and your feveral yifitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,

› And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades,

Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alt. In defiled land, my lord.

To rail upon thee; and then thou would'ft fin the

fafter.

Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou

Wilt give away thyfelf in paper 4 fhortly:

What need thefe feafts, pomps, and vain-glories?
Tim. Nay,

If you begin to rail once on fociety,

I am fworn, not to give regard to you.
Farewell; and come with better mufick. [Exit.
Apem. So ;-

Thou wilt not hear me now,-thon fhalt not then,
I'll lock.

[be

Thy heaven 5 from thee. O, that men's ears should
To counfel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

A

Sen.
He owes nine thousand ;-befides my former fum,
Which makes it five and twenty-Still in motion
Of raging wafte? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold :
If I would fell my horfe, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horfe to Timon,
foals me, ftraight,
Afk nothing, give it him,
And able horfes: No porter at his gate 7;
But rather one that fmiles, and ftill invites
All that pafs by. It cannot hold; no reason

ND late, five thousand to Varro; and
to Ifidore,

II.

Can found his state in fafety 3.-Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I fay!

Enter Capbis.

Caph. Here, fir; What is your pleasure ?
Sen. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to lord

Timon;

Importune him for my monies; be not ceas'd9
[rali,
With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, when--
Commend me to your mafter-and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus :--but tell him, fir-
My ufe cry to me, I muft ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are paft,
And my reliance on his fracted dates

Has fmit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But muft not break my back, to heal his finger
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Muft not be toft and turn'd to me in words,

4 i. c.

6 i. e. If I give

2 To ferve a beck, according to Johnson, is Iie. all good wishes, or all happiness to you. to offer a falutation: Mr. Stevens believes it in this place to mean, to pay a courtly obedience to a nod. 3. Our author plays upon the word leg, as it Lignifies a limb and a bow or act of obeisance. 5 i. e. the pleasure of being flattered. be ruined by his fecurities entered into my horfe to Timon, it immediately foals, and not only produces more, but able horses. 9 i. e. ftopp'd. author here alludes to that fternness which was in his days the general characteristic of a i.e Reason cannot find his fortune to have any fafe or folid foundation.

7 Our

porter.

But