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Choler does kill me, that thou art alive :
Apem. Would thou wouldft burft!
Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am sorry I Mall Jose a stone by thee.
[Apem. retreats backward, as going.
beat Thy grave-ftone daily; make thine epitaph; That death in me at others lives may laugh. O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
[Looking on the-gold.
Apem. Would 'twere fo,
Tim. Throng'd to?
Apem. No things like men-eat, Timon, and abhor them.
Enter Thieves. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, fome slender ort of his remainder: the mere want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy.
2 Thief. It is nois’d, he hath a mass of treasure.
3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he care not for’t, he will supply us easily: if he covetoully reserve it, how shall's get it?
2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid. 1 Thief. Is not this he? All. Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. 3 Thief. He; I know him. All
. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves. All. Soldiers; not thieves, Tim. Both too, and womens fons. All. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meet. (33) Why should you want? behold, the earth hath roots, Within this mile break forth an hundred springs; The oaks bear masts, the briars scarlet hips : The bounceous huswife nature on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want!
(33) -you want much of meat.] Thus both the player and poetical editors have given us this passage; quite sand-blind, as honest Launcelot says, to our author's meaning. If these poor thieves wanted meat, what greater want could they be curs’d with, as they could not live on grafs, and berries, and water? But I dare warrant, the poet wrote;
-you want much of meet. i.e. Much of what you ought to be; much of the qualities befitting you as humane creatures. In the very fame manner is the word used again in Coriolanus, speaking of tribunes being chosen at an unfit time;
In a rebellion,
Then were they chosen,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profeft; that you work not In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascals, thieves, Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o'th' grape, "Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician, His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob. Take wealth, and live together. Do villany, do, fince 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 vast sea. The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun, The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge refolves (34)
The (34) The fea's a thief, wbose liquid surge resolves
I be moon into falt tcars.] The sea melting the moon into tears, is, I believe, a secret in philosophy, which no body but Shakespeare's deep editors ever dream'd of. There is another opinion, which 'tis more reasonable to believe that our author may allude to; viz. that the saltness of the sea is caused by several ranges, or mounds of roch-salt under water, with which resolving liquid the sea was impregnated. Varenius in his geography is very copious upon this argument: After having touch'd upon another opinion, that the faline particles were coeval with the ocean itself, he subjoins; Si ea caufa minus placet, alteram eligemus; nimirum falsas islas particulas a terrâ binc inde avulsas el', & in aquâ diffolutas. Lib. 1. cap. 13. prop. 3. This I think a fufficient authority for changing moon into mounds: and I am fill the more confirm'd, because Mr. Warburton, who did not know I had touch'd the place, fent me up the very fame correction. Of the sea thus encroaching upon the land, our author has made mention more than once in his works. See 2 Henry IV.
- see the revolution of the times
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
When have seen the hungry ocean gain
Into the sea.
The mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief,
3 Thief. Ħ'as almost charm'd me from my profesiion, by persuading me to it.
1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus ad. vises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. (trade.
2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy; and give over my 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens; (36)
2 Thief. There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true.
And in a play, ascrib’d to him, call's Pericles Prince of Tyre. Act 4.
Tberis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'th' earth. It may not be amiss to observe, that in all the editions of this play, except one old quarto printed in 1609, the name of Tbetis is loft, and nonsenfically corrupted into these two words :
That is, being proud, &c. (35)
by a composure ftoln From gen’ral excrement:) I have restor'd from the old editions, come posture; and there is no doubt but that was our author's word here. For he is speaking
of that artificial dung, call'd compoft. So Haml. Act 3. And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. (36) : Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens ; &c.] This and the concluding little speech have in all the editions been placed to one speaker : But, as Mr. Warburton very juftly observ'd to me, 'tis evio dent, the latter words ought to be put in the mouth of the first thief, who is for repenting, and leaving off his trade.
А с T V. SCENE, The Woods, and Timon's Cave.
FLAVIUS. , you gods!
Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my Lord?
Timon comes forward from his Cave.
Tim. Why doft ask that? I have forgot all men.
Flav. An honeft servant,
Tim. Then I know thee not:
Flav. The gods are witness,
you. Tim. What doft thou weep?come nearer,then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft