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"Tim. Wouldlt thou have thyself fall in the con" fusion of men, or remain a beast with the beasts?

Apem. Ay, Timon.

Tim. A beastly ambition, which the Gods grant thee to 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 accused by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dulnefs would torment thee; and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf; if-thou wert the wolf, thy grcediness would afflict thee; and oft thou fhouldit hazard thy life for thy dinner.

Wert thou tlie unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conqueit. of thy fury. Wert thou a bear, thou wouldlt be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldlt be frized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence absence. What beait couldst thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, and seelt not thy loss in transformation!

pem. if thou couldst please me with speaking to me, tliou mightít have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest 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).

(31) Apem. Fonder comes a poet, &c ] Apemantus is fupposed 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 scenery Mr Pope did not conceive; and izertiore, I don't know by what authority, has perempto

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 fee thee again.

Tin. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. A plague on thee! (32)

Apen. Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains that do stand by thee are pure:
Apen. There is no leprosy but what thou fpeakeft.

Tim. If I name thee.--I'll beat tkee; but I should infect

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hands. Apen. I would my tongue could rot them off !

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me that thou art alive :
I swoon to fee thee.

dpem. Would thou wouldst burst!

Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am sorry I Ihall lose a stone by thee.

Apentr. Bealt!
Tim. Slave !

Apen. Toad ! sily thrown out some part, and transposed another part of this and the next speech to the place where Apemantus goes off. None of the old buoks countenance such a transpofition.

(32) A plague on thee!

Apem. - Thou art too bad to curse:] In the former editions, this whole verse was placed to Apemantus : by which, absurdly, he was made to curse 'Timon, and immediately to fubjoin that he was too bad to curfe. In my Shakespeare Restored, I gave the former part of the hemislich to Timon, and the latter part to Apemantus, as it is now regulated in the text : and Nir Pope, in his Jalt edition, has vouchlafcd to embrace this regulatioir,

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Tim. Rogue ! rogue! rogue !

[Apem. retreats backward as going.
I am sick of this false world, and will love nougho
But even the mere necessities upon it.
Then Timon prefently prepare thy grave;
Ly where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph;
That death in me at others lives inay laugh.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold.
'Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer;
Whofe blush doth thaw the confecrated fnow
That lyes on Dian’s lap! thou visible god,
That foldrest clofe impoflibilities, (tongue
And makelt them kiss! that speakest with every
To every purpose ! Oh, thou touch of hearts !
Think, thy flave Man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire.

spem. Would ’iwere fo,
But not till I am dead! I'll say thou haft gold:
Thou wilt be thronged to thortly.

Tim. Thronged to ?
; 'Apem. Ay.

Tim. Thy back, I prythee.-
Apem. Live, and love thy misery !
Tim. Long live fo, and fo die. I am quit.

Apem. No things like men—- -eat, Timon, and abhor them,

[Exit Apem. Enter Thieves. 1 Thief. Where fhould he have this gold ? It is fome poor fragment, fome fiender ort of his remainder: the mere want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy.

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2 Thief. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

3 Thief. Let us make the affay upon him; if he care not for't, he will supply us eafily: if he coves toufly reserve it, how thali's get it?

2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him; 'tis hid.

I Thief, Is not this he? all, .Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. 13 Thief. He; I know him.

dll. Save thee, Timan. b's

Tin. Now, Thieves. i All. Soldiers 1106 thieves.

Tim. Both too, and womens fons, ell. We are not thieves, but men that much do

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Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of

meet. (33) 1 Fus Why fhould you want? behold, the earth hath roots,

(33) You want mucb of meat.) Thus both the player and pnetical editors have given us this passage ; quite sandblind, as honest Launcelot lays,, to our author's meaning. If there poor thieves wanted meat, what greater want could they be curfed with, as they could not live on grass and berries and water ? But I dare warrant, the poet wrote;

-you want much of mect. i. e. Much of what you ought to be : much of the qualities befitting you as huinan creatures. In the very same manner is the word uted again in Corielanus, speaking of tribunes being chosen at an unfit time;

In a rebellion, i. When what's not meel, but what must be was las,

? Then were they chosen. And, in a little poem of our Author's, called, The Trial of Love's Constancy, we find him employing the substantive ia the like fenfe.

To bitter fauces did I frame my feeding;
And sick of welfare, found a kind of meetnes
To be diseased ere that there was true necding.

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Within this mile break forth an hundred springs ;
Tlve oaks bear masts, the briars scarlet hips ;
'The bounteous huswife Nature on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?

1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on: berries, As beasts, and birds, and fithes.

[water, Tim, Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and

fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profess’d; that

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work not In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft In limited profeffions. Rascals, thieves, Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o' th' grape, 'Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, And so 'fcape hanging. Trust not the phylician, His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob. Take wealth, and live together. Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen: I'll example you with thievery. The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the valt sea. The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she fnatches from the sun. The Sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves (34)

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(34) The sea's a thief, who fe liquid surge resolves

The moon into falt tears.] The fea melting the moon into tears, is, I believe, a secret in philosophy, which nobody but Shakespeare's deep editors'ever dreamed of. There is another opinion, which 'tis more reasonable to believe that our Author may allude to; viz. that the faltnefs of the sea is caufed by several ranges, or mounds of rock-falt under water, with which resolving liquid the sea was impregna. ted. Varenius in his geography is very copious upon this argument, after having touched upon another opinion, that the faline particles were cocval ivith the ocean itself, he subjoins ; Si ea caufa mirus placet, alteram eligemus, nimirum fa'fas illas' particulas a terra hinc inde nvulfas effe, et in aguá diffolutas, Lib. l. cap. 13. prop. 8. This I think a sufficient authority for changing mock into mounds; and I am

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