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Tim. Ready for his friends.

(Exeunt Lords. Apem. What a coil's here, Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! (9) I doubt, whether their legs be worth the sums That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs : Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs. Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on courtesies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen, I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldīt fin the faster. Thou giv'it so long Timon, (10) I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper

shortly. (9) Serving of becks] I have not ventur'd to alter this phrase, tho' I confess freely, I don't understand it. It may be made intelligible two ways, with very night alteration. Mr. Warburton acutely fropos'd to me,

Serring of becks, from the French word serrer

, to join close together, to lock one within another; by a metaphor taken from the billing of pigeons, who intæsert their bills into one another. Or, we might read,

Scruing of backs, and jutting out of bums! For Apemantus is observing on the ridiculous congees, and complimental motions of the flat. tering guests in taking their leave. Both conjectures are submitted to judgment.

(10) I fear me, thou wilt give away tbyself in paper shortly.) i. e. be ruined by his fecurities entered into. But this sense, as Mr. Warburton observes, is cold; and relishes very little of that falt which is in Afemantus's other reflections. He proposes,

-give away thyself in proper sortly. j. e. in person; thy proper self. This latter is an expression of our author's in the Tempest;

And ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown

Their proper selves.
And of B: Jonson in the induction to his Cynthia's Revels ;

-If you please to confer with our author by attorney, you may, Sir: our proper self here stands for him. And the other phrase, thyself in proper—without the substantive subo join’d, I believe, may be justified by similar usage. B. Jonson in his Sejanus ;

My Lords, this strikes at ev'ry Roman's private. i. e, private property, or intereft. And again, in the same play ;

Macro, thou art engag’d; and what before
Was public, now must be thy privatee

i. e, thy


fortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-, glories?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come. with better mufick.

[Exit. Apem. So-(11) thou wilt not hear me now, thou

Thalt not then.
I'll lock thy heaven from thee :
Oh that mens ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!


ACT II. SCENE, a public place in the City.

Enter a Senator.



He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum ; Which makes it five and twenty.Still in motion i. e. thy private concern. And, to quote one authority from an author of more modern date ; Milton in his Paradise Loft, B. 7. v. 367.

By tincture, or reflection, they augment

Their small peculiar.
i. e. peculiar body, or brightnefs; for it is spoken of the stars.

(11) Thou wilt not bear me now, thou shalt not then.
I'll lock iby beaven from thee.] So, in Cyn:biline, Imogen says;

if he should write,
And I not have it, 'tis a paper loft

As offer'd mercy is. i. e. not to be retrieved. In both these passages our poet is alluding to a theological opinion, that the Holy Spirit by secret whispers in the mind, the still voice, inward suggestions, offers its affiftance very often when it is not attended to : either when men are drag'd away by the violence of the passions, or blinded by too great attention to worldly avocations. This by divines is called the loss of offered mer. cy: and when it is for a length of time rejected, or disregarded, the offender's case is looked upon to be the more desperate.

Mr. Warburton.


Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
If I would sell my horse, and buy, ten more
Better than he ; why, give my horse to Timon ;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
Ten able horse. No porter at his gate ; (12)
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by it. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his itate in safety. Caphis, hoa !
Caphis, I say.

Enter Caphis.
Cap. Here, Sir, what is your pleasure ?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timor ;
Importune him for monies, be not ceaft
With slight denial; nor then filenc'd with
Commend me to your master and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus :- but tell him, firrah,
My uses cry to me, I must ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,


reliance on his fracted dates
Has smit my credit. I love and honour him ;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief
Must not be toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a molt importunate aspect,
A visage of demand; for I do fear,

(12) Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight

An able borse.] The stupidity of this corruption will be very obvi. ous, if we take the whole context together. "If I want gold, (says “ the Senator ) let me steal a beggar's dog, and give it to Timon, the “ dog coins me gold. If I would sell my borse, and had a mind to “ buy ten better instead of him; why, I need but give my horse to “ Timon, to gain this point; and it presently fetches me an borse.". But is that gaining the point proposed ? sense and reason warrant the reading, that I have restored to the text. The first Folio reads, lefs corruptly than the modern impressions,

And able horses. Which reading, join’d to the reasoning of the passage, gave me the hint for this emendation,


When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked Gull,
Who Aalhes now a Phenix-get you gone.

Cap. I go, Sir.

Sen. I go, Sir!-take the bonds along with you, (13) And have the dates in compt.

Cap. I will, Sir.
Sen. Go.


SCENE changes to Timon's hall.

Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand. Flav. O

N That he will neither know how to maintain it,

Nor cease his flow of riot? Takes no account
How things go from him, and resumes no care
Of what is to continue: never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done?-he not hear, 'till feel :
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie.

Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro. Cap. Good evening, Varro; what you come for money? Var. Is’t not your businefs too? Cap. It is; and yours too, Isidore ? Ifid. It is fo. Cap. Would we were all discharg'd. Var. I fear it. Cap. Here comes the Lord. (13)

take tbe bonds along with you, And have tbe dates in. Come.] The abfurdity of this paffage is fo glaring, that one cannot help wendering, none of our poet's editors should have been sagacious enough to stumble at it. Certainly, ever fince bonds were given, the date was put in when the bond was enter'd into: And thefe bonds Timon had already given, and the time limited for their payment was laps’d. The Senator's charge to his servant must be to the tenour as I have amended the text; viz. Take good notice of the dates, for the better computation of the interest due upon them. Mr. Pope has vouchsafed to acknowledge my emendation, and cry re&te to it in the appendix his last impression. 2


Enter Timon, and his train.
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades.-Well, what's your will ?

[They present their bills.
Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues ? whence are you?
Cap. Of Athens here, my Lord.
Tim. Go to my Steward.

Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off
To the succeffion of new days, this month:
My matter is awak'd by great occasion,
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,
That with your other nobler parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Tim. Mine honest friend,
I pr’ythee, but repair to me next morning.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord.
Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. One Varro's servant, my good Lord
Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment-
Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my master's wants-
Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks, and

Ifid. Your fteward puts me'off, my Lord, and I
Am sent expressly to your Lordship.

Tim. Give me breath :-
I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Ex. Lords.
I'll wait upon you inftantly.-Come hither :
How goes the world, that I am thus encountred
With clam'rous claims of debt, of broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Flav. Please you, gentlemen,
*The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner;
That I may make his Lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
Tim. Do so, my friends ; see them well entertain'd.

[Exit Tim,

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