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Timan. Hang thee, monster! ***
Tim. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits Are drowned and loft in his calamities. :* I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band. I heard and grieved, How curfed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them--Tim. I pr’ythee beat thy drum, and get thee
gone. Alc. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost Pad rather be alone..
(trouble? Alc. Why, fare thee well, Here's gold for thee...
Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it.
Tim. Warrest thou 'gainit Athens? very man himself was macerated." And as for the una ction, it was sometimes continued for thirty-seven days, (as he observes, p. 375:) and during this time there was not cessarily an extraordinary abstinence required.
Mr Warburton. Shakespeare himself, I remember, in another of his plays, alludes to the custom of this tub-discipline. Mea. for Mea.. act third, where eltc clown is fpeaking of the bawd;
Troth, Sir, fhe hath caten up all her beef, and she is here felf in the tuh. And Beaumont and Fletcher, in the Knight of the burning Pejtel;
Prisoners of mine, who l in diet keep;. g Send lower down into the cave,
And in a tuh, that's beated smoaking hot,
There may they find them, &c. And afterwards, in the same play, some of these 'pinca prisoners are produced, complaining of their tub-fweat, and jpatadiet. But enough of these uniavoury proofs.
Alc. Ay, Timon, and have cause.
Tim. The gods confound them all then in thy And after thee, when thou hastconquered! (conquest,
Alc. Why me, Timon?
Tim. That by killing of villains Thou wast born to conquer my country. Put up thy gold. Go.on, here's gold, go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison. In the fick air: let not thy sword fkip one, Pity not honoured age for his white beard, He is an usurer. Strike me the inatron, It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps, (25) That through the window-lawn bore at mens Àre not within the leaf of pity writ;, [eyes,
(25) That through the windowp-barn-bore at mens eyes,] I eannot for my heart imagine what idea our wise editors had. of a virgin's breast through a window-barn; which, I am fatisfied, must be a corrupt reading. In short, the Poet is alluding to the decent custom in his time of the women covering their necks and bosom either with lawn or eye prus; both which being transparent, the Poct beautifully: calls it the window lawn. Vid. Twelfthnight, act third ; ;
to one of your receiving
Hides my poor heart.
Lady. Pray, put in good words then.
El. Love. The worli are good enough for such a, trillë, such a proud piece of cobweb-lawn. Ben Johnson, in his Sejanus, Spoken by Agrippina ;
Were ail Tiberius' body stuck with eyes,
Transparent as this lawn I wear.
-She Ipcaks, as the goes tired, in cobweb-lawr, light thinn
Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe'
silc. Hast thou gold yet?
curse upon thee !
And in his Every Man in his Humour;
-and sa low her glory as a milliner's wife does her wrought ftomacher with a smoaky lawn, or a black cyprus.
(20) And to make a whore a bawat.] The power of gold, indeed, may be supposed great, that can make a whore forsake her trade; but what mighty difficulty was there in making a wh re turn bawd? And yet 'tis Nain, here he is describing the mighty power of gold. He had before shewn how gold can persuade to any villainy; he now shews that it has till a greater force, and can even curn from vice to the prace tice, or at least the semblance of virtue. We must therefore read, to restore fease to our Author;
And to make whole a bawd.1. e. not only make her quit her calling, but thereby restore her to reputation.
I'll trust to your conditions, be whores still.
thin roofs with burdens of the dead, (Some that were hanged, no matter :---) Wear them, betray with them, and whore on still: Paint till a horse may mire upon your face; A pox of wrinkles !
Both. Well, more gold---what then? Believe that we'll do any thing for gold.
Tim. Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins, And mar mens spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
That he may never more false title plead, Nor found his quillets fhrilly. Hoar the Flamen, That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself. Down with the nose, Down' with it far; take the bridge quite away Of him, that his particular to forefee (ruffians bald, Sinells from the general weal. Make curled-pate And let the un'carred braggarts of the war Derive fome.pain from you. Plagne all; That your activity may defeat and quell . The source of all erection. There's more gold. : Do
you damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave you all! Both. More counsel with more money, boun
teous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief, first; I've.
given you earnest. Aic. Strike up the drum towards Athens; fareIf I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. (wel, Timon:
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Alc. I never did thee harm.
Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence, away,
[Exeunt Alcibiad. Phryn. and Timand, Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should
yet be hungry! common mother, thou
(27) Dry up t'u marrows, veins, and plough-torn leas.) Mr Warburton thinks, the uniformity of the metaphor requires that we should read;
Dry up thy harrowed veins, and plough-torn leas. 'Tis certain the verse is rendered much more beautiful by this reading; but as undious mer sels following, by mar. rows the Poet might mean what we call fat of the land, i have pot rentured to insert the conjecture into the text,