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As Troills is going out, enter from the And being once subdued in armed tail, other side, PANDARUS.
Sweet honey and sweet note together fail. Pan. But hear you, hear you ! (shame Good traders in the flesh, set this in Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy * and
your Pursue thy life, and live ayet with thy pame!
painted cloths I. [Erit Tron.US.
As many as be here ot pander's ball, Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: bones –o world! world! world! thus is the Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ilí Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here bu requited! Why should our endeavour be so
made: loved, and the performance so loathed? what It should be now, but that my fear is this,verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss :
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases ; Full merrily the humble bee doth sing, Aud, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:
This play is more correctly written than most of Shakspeare's compositions, but it is not one of those in wbich either the extent of his views or elevation of his fancy is fully displayed. As the story abounded with materials, he has exerted little invention; but he has diversified his characters with great variety, and preserved them with great exactness. His vicious cba. racters disgust, but cannot corrupt, tor both Cressida and Pandarus are detested and contemned. The comic characters seem to have been the favourites of the writer ; they are of the superficial kind, and exbibit more of mappers, than nature; but they are copiously filled and powerfully impressed. Shakspeare has in his story followed, for the greater part, the old book of Caxton, wbich was then very popular; but the character of Thersites, of which it makes no mention, is a proof that this play was written after Chapmaa bad published his version of Homer.-JOHNSON.
TIMON OF ATHENS
Persons represented.. Timox, a noble Athenian.
Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of LUCIUS,
Isidore. Two of Timon's Creditors, LUCULLUS,
lords, and flatterers of Cupid and Maskers. Three Strangers.,
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Mercbant.
mistresses to Alcibiades. FLAVIOS, steward to Timon.
IMANDRA, FLAMINIUS, LUCILIUS,SERVILIUS, Timon's Other Lords, Senators, oficers, Soldiers, servants.
Thieves, and Attendants. Caphis, PHILOTUS, TITUS, Lucius, HoR.
TENSIUS, servants to Timon's Cre. Scene,- , --Athens; and the Woods additors.
ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in Timon's Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. House.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes (flint Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame
From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i'the Others, at several Doors.
Provokes itself, and, like tbe current, flies Poet. Good day, sir.
Each bound it chates. What have you there? Puin,
I am glad you are well. Pain. A picture, 'sir.And when comes Poet, I have not seen you long ; bow goes your book forth? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. (the world ? Poei. Upun the heels of my presentments, Poet. Ay, that's well known: Let's see your piece.
[sir. But wbat particular rarity? what strange,
'Tis a good piece. Which manifold record not matches? See, Poet, So 'tis: this comes off well and exMagic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
(cellent. Hath conjured to attend. I know the mer
Admirable : How this grace chant.
[ler. Speaks his own standing! what a mental Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jewel- power Mer, 0, 'tis a worthy lord !
This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Jew.
Nay, that's most fix'd, Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the ges Mer. A most incomparable man; breathed, Une might interpret.
(ture as it were,
Puin. It is a pretty mocking of the life. To an untirable and continuate t goodness : Here is a touch ; is't good ? He passes I.
I'll say of it,
It tutor's nature : artificial strife
Enter certuin Senators, and pass over.
Pain. Look more!
(men! It stains the glory in that happy verse
Poet. You see this confiuence, this great Which aptly sings the good.
flood of visitors Mer,
'Tis a good form. I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
(Looking ut the Jewel. Whom this beneath world dutb embrace and Jew, And rich : here is a water, look you. hug
Puin. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some With amplest entertainment: My free drift To the great lord.
(dedication Halls not particularly, but moves itself * Inured by constant practice.
# For continual, I i.e., Exceeds, goes beyond common bonnda.
9 As soon as my book bas beeg presented to Timon.
i. e., The contest of art with nature.
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice His means most short, his creditors most Infects one comma in the course I hold :
strait : But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Your bonourable letter he desires
[him, Leaving no tract bebin.
To those have shut him up; which failing to Pain. How shall I understand you?
Periods bis comfort.
Noble Ventidius! Well; You see how all conditions, how all minds I am not of that feather, to shake off [him (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as My friend when he must need me. I do know Of grave and austere quality) tender down A gentleman, that well deservés a help, Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Which he shall have : I'll pay the debt, and Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
free him. Subdues and properties to his love and tend- Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. ance
[flatterer + Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced ransome; To Apenjantus, that few things loves belter And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me: Than to abhor himself; even lie drops down 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, The knee before him, and returns in peace But to support him after.-Fare you well. Most rich in Timon's nod.
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! Pain. I saw them speak together.
(Erit. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant
Enter an old Athenian. hill,
(mount Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Feign'a Fortune to be throned : The base o'the Tim.
Freely, good father. Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named LuciThat tabour on the bosom of this sphere
Tim. I have so: What of him? [lius. To propagate their states I: amongst them all, Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
before thee. One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, [her: Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius ! Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to
Enter LUCILIUS. Whose present grace to present slaves and Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Translates his rivals.
(servants Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this Pain. Tis conceived to scope.
thy creature, This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, me. By night frequents my honse. I am a man thinks,
That from my ti*st have been inclined to thrift; With one man beckon'd from the rest below, And my estate deserves a heir more raised, Bowing his head against the steepy mount Than one which holds a trencher. To climb his happiness, would be well ex- Tim.
Well; what further 3 In our condition.
(press'd Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on:
kin else, All those which were his fellows but of late, On whom I may confer what I have got: (Some better than his value,) on the moment
The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tend. And I have bred her at my dearest cost, Rain sacrificial whisperings õ in his ear, (ance, In qualities of the best. This man of thine Make sacred even his stirrup, and through Attempts her love: I proythee, noble lord, Drink the free air.
Thim Join with me to forbid him her resort; Pain,
Ay, marry, what of these? Myself have spoke in vain. Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and Tim.
The man is honest. change of mood,
[ants, Old Ath. Therefore he will be, timon: Spurns down her late beloved, all his depend. His honesty rewards him in itself, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, It must not bear my daughter. Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
Does she love him? down,
old Ath. She is young and apt: Not one accompanying his declining foot. Our own precedent passions do instruct us Pain. 'Tis common :
What levity's in youth. A thousand moral paintings I can show (tune Tim. [To LUCILIUS.) Love you the maid ? That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for- Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of
it. More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
'[missing, To show ford Timon, that mean eyes I have old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be The foot above the head.
(seen I call the gods to witness, I will choose Trumpets sound. Enter Timox, attended; Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
the Servant of VENTIDIUS talking with And dispossess her all. him.
How shall she be endowed, Tim.
Imprison'd is he, say you? If she be mated with an equal husband ? Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in is his debt;
* Open, explain. + One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. 1 To advance their conditions of life. Whisperings of officious servility. || Inhale.
1 i.e., Interior spectators.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath served Apem. Thou knowest I do; I call'd thee me long;
by thy name. To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Tim. Thou art proud, A pemantus. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am daughter :
not like Timon. What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Tim. Whither art going? And make him weigh with her.
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Ola Ath.
Most noble lord, brains. Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
T'im. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour ou Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by my promise. (may the law.
(tus ? Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never Tim. How likest thou this picture, A pemanThat state or fortune fall into my keeping, Apem. The best, for the ivnocence. Which is not owed to you!
T'im. Wrought he not well that painted it? (Exeunt LUCILIus and old Athenian. Apem. He wrought better, that inade the Poet. Vonchsafe my labour, and long live painter; and yet be'a but a filthy piece of your lordship!
(anon : work. Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me Pain. You are a dog. Go not away.- What have you there, my Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; friend?
(seech | What's she, if I be a dog? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do be. Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Your lordship to accept.
Apem. No; I eat not lords. Tim.
Painting is welcome. Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. The painting is almost the natnral man; Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by For since dishonour trafics with mau's nature, great bellies. He is but outside: These pencill'd figures are
T'im. That's a lascivious apprehension. Even such as they give out. I like your work : Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it And you shall find I like it : wait attendance for thy labour. Till you hear further from me.
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Ape Pain.
The gods preserve you ! mantus ? T'im. Well fare yon, gentlemen : Give me Apem. Not so well as plain dealing #, which your hand;
will not cost a man a doit. We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Hath suffer'd under praise.
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise ? poet?
T'im. A mere satiety of commendations. Poet. How now, philosopher? If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
Apem. Thou liest. It would unclewt me quite.
Poet. Art not one? Jow.
My lord, 'tis rated Apem. Yes. As those which sell would give: Bat you well Poet. Then I lie not. know,
Apem. Art not a poet? Things of like valne, differing in the owners,
Poel. Yes. Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last You mend the jewel by wearing it.. [lord, work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy Tim.
Well mock'd. fellow. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. cominon tongue,
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to Which all men speak with him.
pay thee for thy labour: He that loves to be Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be fatter’d, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, chid?
that I were a lord ! Enter APEMANTUS.
Tim. What wouldst do then, A pemantas? Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, bate Mer.
He'll spare none. a lord with my heart. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Ape- Tim. What, thyself ? mantus !
Apem. Ay. Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good
Tim. Wherefore? morrow;
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a When thon art Timon's dog, and these knaves lord. -Art not thou a merchani ? honest.
(know'st them not. Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Tim. Why dost thon call them knaves? thou Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
will not ! Tim. Yes,
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Aprm. Then I repent not.
Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god com Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
To unclew a man is, to draw out the whole mass of bis fortunes.
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. attend ng; then enter TIMON, ALCIRITim. What trampet's that?
ADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, Sere.
'Tis Alcibiades, and and other Athenian Senators, with VENSome twenty horse, all of companionship. TIDIUS, and Attendants.
Then comes, Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discon
(Exeunt some Attendants. tentedly. You must needs dine with me :-Go not you
Ven. Most honour'd Timon,'t kath pleased hence,
[done, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's My father's age, and call bim to long peace.
the gods remember
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
your free heart, I do return those talents, Apem. So, so; there!
Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose Aches contract and starve your supple joints !
I derived liberty.
Tim. That tbere should be small love ’niongst these Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;
0, by no means, sweet knaves, And all this court'ey! The strain of man's bred Can truly say he gives if he receives : [out I gave it freely ever; and there's none
[dare Into baboon and monkey *.
[feed If our betters play at that game, we must not Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I To imitate them; Faults that are rich are fair. Most hungrily on your sight.
Ven. A noble spirit. Tim.
Right welcome, sir; Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
[They all stand ceremoniously looking
on TIMON. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Was but devised at first, to set a gloss
Nay, my lords, ceremony Enter two Lords. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, A pemantus ? On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Apem. Time to be honest.
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; I Lord. That time serves still. comitt'st it. But where there is true friendship, there needs Ayem. The most accursed thon, that still
(tunes, 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Pray, sit ; more welcome are ye to my forApen. Ay; to see meat till knaves, and wine
Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit. heat fools.
1 Lord. My lord, we always have con
fess'd it. 2 Lord. Faie thee well, fare thee well.
(you not ? Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ? [twice.
Tim. 0, Apemantus !--you are welcome. Apem. Shoaidst have kept one to thyself, you shall not make me welcome:
No, for I mean to give thee none. 1 Lord. Hang thyself.
1 come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Apein. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding;
Tim. Fie, thou art a churi ; you have got a
humour there make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll Does not becoine a man, 'tis much to blame: spurn thee hence,
They say, my lords, that iru furor brevis est ý, Apen. I will fly, like a doy, the heels of But yond' man's ever angry. the ass.
[ Exit. Go, let him have a table by himself; i Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, For he does neither affect company, shall we in,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
[Timon ; And taste lord Timon's bounty ? be outgoes
Apen. Let me stay at thine own peril, The very heart of kindness.
I come to observe; I give thee warning ou't. 2 Lord. Be pcurs it out; Plutus, the god of
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Is but his steward: no meed +, but he repays
Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make But breeds the giver a return exceeding
thee silent. All use of quittancer.
Apem. I scorn thy meat : 'twould choke 1 Lord. The poblest mind he carries me, for I should
(ber That ever govern'd man.
(we in ? Ne'er flatter thee.-0) you gods! what a Lum. 2 Lord. Long inay he live in fortunes! Shall Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. (Exeunt. It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat
In one man's blood; and all the madness is, SCENE II. The same. A Room of State He cheers them up too ll. in Timon's House.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Hautboys playing loud music. A great Methinks they should invite them without
banquet seried in; FLAVIUS and others knives; * Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is worn down into a monkey: + Meed here means desert.
I i. e., All the customary returns made in discharge of obligations. 6 Anger is a short madness.
|| The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to porsuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill; and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chase.