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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.
Alc. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap---

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
Enough is thewn; a cyprus, not a borom,

Hides my poor heart.
Beaumont and Fletcher, in their Scornful Lady;

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,
And every wall and hanging in my house

Transparent as this lawn I wear.
And in his Every Man out of his Humour;

-She Ipcaks, as the goes tired, in cobweb-lawr, light thinn

Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe'
Whose dimpled smiles from foolsexhauit their mercy;
Think it a baltard, whom the oracle
Math doubifully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
And mince it fans remorse. Swear againit objects,
Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ;
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
Nor sight of priest in holy vestments bleediog,
Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers.
Make large confusion; and thy fury spent,
Confounded be thyfelf! Speak not, be gone.

silc. Hast thou gold yet?
I'll take the gold thou givest me, not thy counsel,
Tim. Dolt thou, or doit thou not, Heaven's

curse upon thee !
Both. Give us some gold, good Timon: haft

thou more?
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whole a bawd. (26) Hold up, you futs,
Your aprons mountant; you're not oathable,
Although, I know, you'll swear; terribly, swear
Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues,
Th’immortal gods that hear you. Spare your oaths:

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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.

Ms Warburton.

I'll trust to your conditions, be whores still.
And he whole pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up.
Let your close fire predominate his finoas,
And be no turn-coats: yet may your pains fix months
Be quite contrary. Make false hair, and thatch
Your
poor

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.

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Alc. I never did thee harm.
Tim. Yes, thou spokeft well of me.
Alc. Callest thou that harm?

Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence, away,
And take thy beagles with thee.
Alc. We but offend him: strike.

[Exeunt Alcibiad. Phryn. and Timand, Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should

yet be hungry! common mother, thou
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast
Teems and feeds all! oh thou! whose felf-fame metal
(Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft)
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyeless venomed worm,
With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven,
Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth Rhine;
Yield him, who all thy human fons does hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb;
Let it no more bring out ungrateful man.
Go great with tygers, dragons, wolves and bears.
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented----0, a root---dear thanks !
(27) Dry up thy marrows, veins, and plough-torn

leas,
Whereof ungrateful man with liquorith draughts,
And morsels unctious, greases his pure mind,
That from it all consideration slips.----

(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,

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