One may reach deep enough, and yet find little. Tit. I'll fhew how to observe a strange event. Hor. Moft true, he does. Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money. Hor. It is against my heart. Luc. Mark how strange it shows, Timon in this should pay more than he owes : Hor. I am weary of this charge, the Gods can witness. I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, 6 Luc. Five thousand mine. Var. 'Tis much deep; and it should seem by the fum, Your mafter's confidence was above mine: Elfe, furely, his had equall'd. Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of Lord Timon's men. Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord Ready to come forth? Flam. No, indeed, he is not. Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, fignify fo much. Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent. 51 am weary of this charge,] That is, of this commiflion, of this employment. JOHNSON. 6 Elfe, furely, bis bad equall'd.] Should it not be, elje, jurely, mine had equall'd. JOHNSON. Enter Enter Flavius in a cloak muffled. Luc. Ha! is not that his fteward muffled fo? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. Tit. Do you hear, fir Var. By your leave, fir. Flav. What do you afk of me, my friend? Flav. Ay, if money were as certain as your waiting, 'Twere fure enough. Why then preferr'd you not your fums and bills, Believ't, my lord and I have made an end; [Exit. Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? Tit. No matter what: he's poor, And that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader Than he that has no houfe to put his head in? Such may rail 'gainft great buildings. 7 Enter Servilius. Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall know Some answer. Serv. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, To repair fome other hour, I fhould 7 Enter Servilius.] It may be obferved that Shakespeare has unfkilfully filled his Greek flory with Roman names. JOHNSON. His comfortable temper has forfook him; He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Methinks he should the fooner pay his debts, Ser. Good Gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer. Flam. [witbin.] Servilius, help !-my lord! my lord! Enter Timon. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my pasfage? Have I been ever free, and muft my house The place, which I have feafted, does it now, Luc. Put in now, Titus. Tit. My lord, here is my bill. Luc. Here's mine. Var. And mine, my lord, Caph. And ours, my Phi. All our bills. lord. Tim. Knock me down with 'em : cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Alas! my lord. Tim. Cut my heart in fums. Tit. Mine, fifty talents. Tim.. Tell out my blood. Luc. Five thoufand crowns, my lord. Tim. Five thousand drops pay that. What yours?—and yours? Var. My lord, Caph. My lord,—— Tim. Tear me, take me, and the Gods fall on you! [Exit. Hor. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive, our mafters may throw their caps at their money. Thefe debts may be well call'd defperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Re-enter Timon and Flavius. [Exeunt, Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves : Creditors!-devils. Flav. My dear lord, Tim. What if it should be fo? Tim. I'll have it fo:-my fteward! Tim. So fitly?-Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All: Flav. O my lord! You only speak from your distracted foul; Tim. Be it not in thy care: go, I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide SCENE V.. Changes to the Senate-house. Senators and Alcibiades. [Exeunt. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to't: the fault's bloody. 'Tis neceffary he should die: Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy. Lucius, Lucullus, &c.] The old copy reads, Lucius, Lucul lus, and Sempronius Vllorxa; all. STEEVENS. 2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruife him. Alc. Honour, health, and compaffion to the fenate! 1 Sen. Now, Captain? virtues ; Alc. I am an humble fuitor to your Nor did he foil the fact with cowardise; And with fuch fober 2 and unnoted paffion I Sen. 9 He is a man, &c.] I have printed thefe lines after the original copy, except that, for an honour, it is there, and honour. All the latter editions deviate unwarrantably from the original, and give the lines thus: He is a man, fetting his fault afide, Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault; JOHNSON. -fitting HIS fault afide,] We must read, THIS fault WARBURTON.. The reading of the old copy is,-fetting his fate afide, i. e. putting this action of his, which was pre-determined by fate, out of the question. STEEVENS. 2 -and unnoted passion] Unnoted, for common, bounded. WARBURTON. 3 He did behave bis anger] Behave, for curb, manage. But the Oxford editor equips the old poet with a more modish phrase, Не |