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against such a good time, when I might ha' shewn myself honourable. How unlucky it happen'd, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour? Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do-(the more beast I say,) - I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest aillictions, fay, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far as to use my own words to him? Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.

[Exit Servilius. Lui. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius, True, as you faid, Timon is Thrunk indeed; And he that's once deny'd will hardly speed. [Exit.

SCENE VI. Against Duelling.
Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring man-llaughter into form, fet quarrelling
Upon the head of valour, which, indeed,
Is valour mis-begot, and came into the world,
When sects and factions were but newly born.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, (3) and make his

His outfides, wear them like his raiment, carelefly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

(3) And make, &c.] The first part of the sentence is cx plained by the latter, " He's truly valiant, &c. that can make his wrongs his outsides, i. c. wear them like his raiment care. lely.




Without the Walls of Athens.

Timon's Execrations on the Athenians.

Let me look back upon thee, O, thou wall, That girdleft in those wolves ! dive in the earth, And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent; Obedience fail in children; flaves and fools Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench, And minister in their steads : to general filths Convert o'th’initant green virginity! Do't in your parents' eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast; Rather than render back, out with your knives, And cut your trusters' throats. Bound servants, steali Large-handed robbers your grave


And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
Thy iniftress is o'th' brothel. Son of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping fire,
And with it beat his brains out! Fear and piety,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Initruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries !

confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our fenators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Luft and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown then selves in riot! Itches, biains,
Sow all th’Athenian bosoms, and their crop.
Be general leprofy: breath infect breath,
That their society (as their friendthip) may


Be merely poison. Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!

SCENE II. A Friend forsaken.

Als we do turn our backs. From our companion, thrown into his

grave, So his familiars from his buried fortunes Slink all-away ; leave their false vows with him. Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor felf, (4) A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-sun'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.

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(5) What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?

(6) No,

(4) A dedicated, &c.] In Romeo and Juliet, at the beginning, he speaks pretiily of a bud bit by an envious warm,

Ere he can spread his sweet wings to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. In the next line, the author seems to have had his eye on that: trite and well-known line of Ovid's;

Nullus ad anisas ibit amicus opes.. (5) What is, &c.] See page 30, of this volumo. Ben Joro. fon, in his Volpone, ipeaking of gold, says,

Thou art virtue, fame,
Honour and all things else! who can get thee

He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise-
Moi. And wliat he will, sir..

Act. 1. Sc. I. Which lines are an exact tranlation of the following froin Hg..


Omnis enim res
Virtus, fama, de cur, divira humanaque pulchris
Divitiis parint; qi as qui confiruxerit, ille


fides :

(6) No, gods, I am no idle votarist.
Roots, you clear heavens! thus much of this will make
Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right;
Bafe, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
You gods! why this? what this ? you gods! why, this
Will lug your priests and servants from your
Pluck stout mens' pillows from below their heads.
This yellow Mave
Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs’d;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the (7) waped widow wed again ;


Clarus erit fortis, juftus, sapicns ; etiam & rex
Et quicquid volei

L. 2. S. 3. I leave the learned Reader to judge, which of the two, this clailical bard, or our illiterate one, with his sniall Latin and Greek, have best-exprest the spirit and meaning of Horace.

(6) No, &c.] This is well explained, Mr. Warburton observes, by the following lines of Perfus-Sat. 2. V. 10.

Et o fi
Sub rastro erepet argenti feria dextro
Or, O thou thund'rer's fon, great Hercules,
That once thy bounteous deity would please,
To guide my rake upon the chinking found

Of some valt treasure hidden under ground. (7) Waped, ] i. e. forrowful, mournful. Ben Fonfon, in the 5th act of the same play we mentioned but now, observes,

That gold transforms
The most deformed, and restores them lovely,

As 'twere the strange poetical girdle. The old fellow is here again at his books, as. if, the flightest remark were not to proceed from his own brain, but to be midwiv'd by him into the world from the classics. Lucia, in his Gallus, says, O Fascowv, &c. You see what mighty advantages goid produces, since it transforms the most deferm.d, just as it were that famous poetical girdle.

She, whom the spittle-house and ulcerous fores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To th’April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.

SCENE IV. Timon to Alcibiades.

Go on, here's gold, go on ; Be as a planetary plague, when yove Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poison In the fick air : ler not thy sword skip one: Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ; He is an usurer. Strike me the matron, It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek Make foft thy trenchant sword: for those milk paps, That through the window-lawn bore at mens' eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ; Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools extort (8) their

mercy : Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, And mince it sans remorse. Swear against objects, Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor fight of priest in holy vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy foldiers. Make large confufion; and thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

To the Courtezans.

Consumptions fow
In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins,


(8) Extort Oxford editor, vulg. exhaul.

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