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And mar mens' spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
That he may never more false title plead,
Nor sound his quillets shrilly. (9) Hoar the Flamen
That scolds againit the quality of flesh,


(9) Hoar, &c.] Mr. Upton, plainly perceiving there was fumething wrong in this pallage, proposes to read,

Hearfe the Flamen. je make hoarse: for to be hoary claims reverence: this, not only the poets but the scripture teaches us : Levit. xix. 32. Thou. fhalt rise up before tlie boary head."" Add

to this, that hoa ke, is here most proper, as opposed to scolds. The poet could never mean-" Give the Flamen the hoary leprosy that scolds; hoa", in this sense, is so ambiguous, that the construction hardly admits it, and the opposition plainly requires the other reading." See Crit. Observalions, p. 198. Though I must confess Mr. Upton's conjecture very ingenious, and acknowledge with him, bear, as it stands, can never be Shakespear's word; yet neither can I think hourse to be fo: tho' perhaps it may seem unreasonable in me to condemn it, without being able to offer a better in its. place. But I am apt to imagine there is a word by some means or other flipt.out. of the text, and wanted where I have placed the asterisk.

Nor found his quillets shrilly. *the hoar Flamen

That scolds, , & c.What tlie word só löft' is, or how it must be supplied, can be only conjecture, so that every reader will have a pleasing oppor-tunity of trying his critical fagacity; the epithet is very proper for.the Flamen, and it seems to me, if we allow boars, there is none, or very little difference between what he and the lawyer: were to suffer : it seems probable, [cids in the next line, has bee'n- misplac'd : and indulging conjecture, we may at least be', allowed to suppose the pasage originally stood thus;

Nor found his quilléts Threwdly. Scald the boar Flamen
That 1 ails againstthe quality of the flesh,,

And not believes himself. . Thus, that part of the Flamen, which procures him reverence, his hoary head would suffer, and thus the punishments are varied. But this is only guess-work; and yet in such cases we have a' better right to proceed in the daring work of alteration, than where an author's text is corrupt only to our feeble imagina-tions.

And not believes himself. Down with with the nose,
Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
Of him, that his particular (10) to foresee
Smells from the gen'ral weal. Make curl'd-pate ruffians

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from you.

SCENE V. Timon's Reflections on the Earth.

That nature being fick of man's unkindness,

yet be hungry! Common mother, thou
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast
Teems and feeds all; oh, thou ! whose felf-fame metile
(Wherof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft)
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm;
With all the abhorred births below (11) crisp heaven,
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ;
Yield him, who all thy human fons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root !
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb;
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man.
Go great with tygers, dragons, wolves, and bears,
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented-o, a root-dear thanks!
(12) Dry up thy marrows, veins, and plough-torn leas,

Whereof (10) To foresee.] As men by forefering, provide for, and take care of their affairs, Shakespear uses the word in that sense, "of him that to foresee, (provide for and see after] his own particular advantage, c."

(11) Grispcrispus, crispatus, curkd; alluding to the clouds, that appear curkd, and to which he gives that epithet in the Tempef.

To ride On the curled clouds. (12) Dry up.] Mr. Harburton reads here. ` Dry up thy hai-row'd veini, and plough-torn leas : and the Oxfordi editor.


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Whereof ingrateful man with liq'rish draughts,
And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
That from it all confideration flips.

Timon's Discourse with Apemantus.
Aper. This is in thee a nature but affected,
A poor uninanly melancholy, sprung
From change of fortune. Why this fpade ? this place?
This slave-like habit, and these looks of care?
Thy flatt’rers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie loft ;
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
'That ever Timon was. Shame not these (13) weeds,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatt'rer now, and seek to thrive
By that which hath undone thee; hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath whom thou’lt obferve
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus :
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, th:t bid welcome
To knaves and all approachers: 'tis moft just
That thou turn rascal: hadît thou wealth again,
Rascals should hav't. Do not assume

my likeness. Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.

Apem. Thou'ít caft away thyfelf, being like thyself, So long a madınan, now a fool. What, chink'it ihou That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt on warın? will these (14) moss'd trees

That Dry up thy meadows, vineyards, plough-torn leas. Tlie Oxford editor has some ground for his criticism, for I find in the folio, marrows, vines, &c. and for Mr. Wa-burton's, there is indeed something to be said, tho’ he must observe, the metaphor is not kept up by his alteration (for 'tis to keep up the metaphor he aiters) except another night emendation be made of kas into limbs!

(13) W’eeds.] This was woods, till altered by Mr. Warburton; we may observe, Apemantus frequently reproaches Timor with bis change of garb.

This flave-like habit

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That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip when thou point'it out? will the cold brook,
Candied with ice, cawdle thy morning taste
To cure thy o'er-night's furfeit? Call the creatures,
Whose naked natures live in all the spight
Of wreakful heav'n, whose bare unhouted trunks,
To the conflicting elements expos’d,
Answer mere nature ; bid then fatter thee:
Oh! thou shalt find-

Tim. Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp’d; but bred a doga
Hadst thou, like us, froin our first swath proceeded
Through sweet degrees that this brief world affords,
To fuch, as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command; thou wouldnt have plung'd thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
In different beds of luft, and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but followed
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,

The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, the hearts of men
At duty more than I could frame employments ;
That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush
Fall’n from their boughs, and left me open, bare
For every storin that blows. I to bear this,
That never knew but better, is fome burthen:
Thy nature did commence in suff'rance ; time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldit thou hate men?
They never flatter'd thee. What halt thou giv’n ?
If thou wilt curfe thy father, that poor rug
Mutt be thy subject; who in spight put ituff
To some she-beggar, and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! begone
If thou hadít not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadît been knave and flatterer.

On Gold.
O, thou sweet king-killer and dear divorce

(Looking on the gold,


'Twixt natural son and fire ! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's pureit bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd and delicate wooer,
(19) Whose blush doth thaw the confecrated snow,
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
That fouldrest close impoffibilities,
And mak'st them kiss ! that speak'st 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.

SCENE VII. Timon to the 'Thieves.
Why should


want? behold the earth hath roots; Within this mile bre::k forth an hundred springs ; The oaks bear malts, the briers scarler hips : The bounteous huswife nature on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?

i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes: You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profeft; that you work not In holier Shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascals, thieves, Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o'th' grape, 'Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'fcape hanging. Trust not the physician, His antidotes are poifon, and he slays More than you rob ;(16) takes wealth and life together : Do villany, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen; I'll example you with thievery.

The (15) Whose blush, &c.] The imagery here is exquisitely beautiful and sublime; and that still heightened by allusion to a fable and custom of antiquity, viz. the story of Danae and the golden shower; and the use of consecrating to a god or goddess, that which, from a similarity of nature, they were supposed to hold in esteem. Warburto.

(16) Takes wealth and life together ; Oxford edit. vul. Tahe Wealth and live together.

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