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art despis'd for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Adem. Dost hate a medlar ?
Tim. * Ay, though it look like thee.

Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers fooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was belov'd after his means ?

Tim. Who, without those means thou talk’t of, didit thou ever know beloved?

Apem. Myself.

Tim. I understand thee; thou had'st some means to keep a dog

Apem. What things in the world canist thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?

Tim. Women nearest; but men, men, are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confu. Aon of men, and 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

$ Ay, though it loo? like 1b:e.) Timon here supposes that an ob. jection against hatred, which through the whole tenor of the con. versation appears an argument for it. One would have expected him to have answered,

Yes, for it looks like thre. The old edition, which always gives the pronoun instead of the affirinative particle, has it,

I, though it lock lit: ther.
Perhaps we should read,
I thought it look'd like thee.

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thee: if thou were the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accus'd by the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment

and still thou liv'dst but as a breakfast to the wolf. If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would amict thee; and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury. Wert thou a bear, thou wouldft be killd by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldīt be seiz'd 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, abfence. What beast couldft thou be that were not subject to a beast ? and what a beast art thou already, and seest not thy loss in transformation ?

Apem. If thou couldft please me with speaking to me, thou might'st 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. 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 see the / again. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou

the unicorn, &c.] The account given of the unicorn is this : that he and the lion being enemies by nature, as soon as the lion sees the unicorn he betakes himself to a tree; the unicorn in his fury, and with all the swiftness of his course, running at him, sticks his horn falt in the tree, and then the lion falls upon him and kills him. Gefner Hift. Animal.

HANMER. thou wert german to the lion,] This seems to be an allufion to Turkish policy : “ Bears, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.”—Pope.

STEEVENS.

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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, 3 A plague on thee!

Apem. Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure.
Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st,

Tim. If I name thee,
I'll beat thee ;-but I should infect my hands.

Apem. 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 see thee.

Apem. 'Would thou wouldft burst!

Tim. Away,
Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry I shall lose
A stone by thee.

Apem. Beast !
Tim. Slave!
Apem. Toad!
Tim. Rogue ! rogue ! rogue !

[ Apemantus retreats backward, as going:
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the meer necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

2 Tbou art the cap, &c.) i. e. the property, the bubble.

WARBURTON. I rather think, the top, the principal. The remaining dialogue has more malignity than wit.

JOHNSON 3 A plague on thee!

Apem. Thou arı 100 bad 10 curse.] In the former editions, this whole verse was placed to Apemantus: by which, absurdly, he was made to curse Timon, and imme. diately to subjoin that he was too bad to curse. THEOBALD. B b 2

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Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily : make thine epitaph,

That death in thee at others' lives may laugh. • Othou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

(Looking on the golde
4 'Twixt natural.fon and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer,
5 Whose blush doch thaw the consecrated snow,
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible God,
That sold'reft close impossibilities,
And mak'st them kiss! chat speak’lt with every tongue,
To every purpose ! Oh, thou touch * of hearts !
Think, thy Nave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire !

Apem. 'Would 'twere fo.
But not till I am dead! I'll say, thou hast gold:
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

Tim. Throng'd to ?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.---
Apem. Live, and love thy misery?
Tim. Long live so, and so die ! I am quit,

4 'Twixt natural son and fire ! - ]

Δια τέτον εν αδελφός
Δια τέτον και τοχίες.

Arac.

Johnson s Whole blush doth thaw the confecrated fr:0w,

That lies on Dian's lap!
The imagery is here exquisitely beautiful and sublime.

WARBURTON. Dr. Warburton might have said—Here is a very elegant tura given to a thought more coarsely expressed in King Lear:

-yon fimpering dame,
• Whose face between her forks presages (now."

STEEVENS. * -Oh, thou touch of hearts!) Touch, for touchsione. Strav.

More

* More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

[Exit Apemantus. Enter Thieves. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is some poor fragment, fome nender ort of his remainder. "The meer 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 covetously reserve it, how shall'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. 3 Tbief. 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 meat,

Why 5 More things like men ? -] This line, in the old edition, is given to A pemantus, but it apparently belongs to Timon, Hanmer has transposed the foregoing dialogue according to his own mind, not unskilfully, but with unwarrantable licence.

JOHNSON. Dr. Johnson is certainly right. Timon says, in the line before, I am quit. We must therefore suppose A pemantus gone. T. T.

-you want much of meat.] Thus both the player and poetical editor have given us this passage ; quite fand-blind, as honest Launcelot says, to our author's meaning. If these poor thieves wanted meat, what greater want could they be cursed with, as they could not live on grass, and berries, and water? but I dare warrant the poet wrote,

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