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'Tis pity, Bounty has not 'eyes behind;

That men might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
Lucul. Where be our men?

Serv. Here, my Lord, in readiness.
Luc. Our horfes.

Tim. O my good friends!

I have one word to fay to you; look, my Lord,
I must entreat you, honour me fo much

2

As to advance this jewel, accept, and wear it,
Kind my Lord!

Luc. I am fo far already in your gifts

All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter Flavius.

Flav. I beseech your Honour, vouchfafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! Why then another time I'll hear thee. I pr'ythee, let's be provided to fhew them entertain

ment.

Flav. [Afide.] I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath prefented to you four milkwhite horses trapt in filver.

Tim. I fhall accept them fairly. Let the Presents Be worthily entertain'd.

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Enter a third Servant.

How now? what news?

3 Serv Please you, my Lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him, and has fent your Honour two brace of grey-hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward.

Flav. [Afide.] What will this come to? he commands us to provide, and give great gifts, and all out of an empty coffer.

Nor will he know his purfe, or yield me this,
To fhew him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wifhes good;
His promifes fly fo beyond his ftate,

That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For ev'ry word. He is fo kind, that he
Pays intereft for't; his land's put to their books.
Well, 'would I were gently put out of office,
Ere I were forc'd!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,

Than fuch as do e'en enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

[Exit.

Tim. You do yourselves much wrong, you 'bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our love.

I Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. He has the very foul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. Oh, I befeech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my Lord. I know

no man

Can

Can juftly praife, but what he does affect;
I weigh my friend's affection with my own.
3 I tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none fo welcome.
Tim. I take all, and your

feveral vifitations

So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give
My thanks, I could deal Kingdoms to my friends;
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee; thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lie in a pitcht field.

Alc.* I'defiled land, my Lord.

1 Lord. We are fo virtuously boundTim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights. 3 Lord. The beft of happinefs, honour and fortunes, Keep with you, Lord Timon Tim. Ready for his friends.

3 I tell you true. The other editions, I'll tell you.

4 is not enough to give; Methinks, Icould dealkingdoms] Thus the paffage flood in all editions before Hanmer's, who restored my thanks.

I'defiled land.] This is the old reading, which apparently

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depends on a very low quibble. Alcibiades is told, that his eftate lies in a pitch'd field. Now pitch, as Failin fays, doth defile. Alcibiades therefore replies, That his eftate lies in aefiled land. This, as it happened, was not understood, and all the editors published, I'd fy land.

SCENE

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Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! 'I doubt, whether their legs be worth the fums That are giv'n for 'em; friendship's full of dregs; Methinks, falfe hearts fhould never have found legs. Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies. 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 wouldst fin the fafter. Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper fhortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories?

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

SERVING of becks-] This bow or act of obeisance. honfenfe fhould be read, SERRING of beck from the French, ferrer, to join clofe together. A metaphor taken from the billing of pigeons. WARBURTON.

7 I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly] i. e. be ruined by his fecurities entered into. But this fenfe is flat, and relishes very little of the falt in Apemantus's other reThe commentator conceives flections. We fhould read, beck to mean the mouth or the give away thyself in proper bead, after the French, bec, where- fhortly. as it means a falutation made with the head. So Milton, Nods and becks, and wreathed Smiles.

To jerve a beck, is to offer a falutation.

I doubt, whether their legs, &c.] He plays upon the word g, as it fignifies a limb and a

VOL. VI.

i. e. in perfon; thy proper felf. This latter is an expreffion of our authour's in the Tempeft;

And even with fuch like valour men hang and drown Their proper felves. WARB. Hanmer reads very plaufibly, thou wilt give away thyself in perpetuum.

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Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.

I'll lock

"Thy heaven from thee. Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

A

A publick Place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

SENATOR.

ND late, five thousand. To Varro and to Ifidore He owes nine thousand, befides my former Sum; Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion Of raging wafte? It cannot hold, it will not. If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold. If I would fell my horfe, and buy ten more Better than he; why, give my horse to Timon; Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight Ten able horie. • No porter at his gate,

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