1. SCENE V.-The same. Enter DIOMEDES and a SERVANT Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: Serd. I go, my lord. [Exit SERVANT. 1 Enter AGAMEMNON. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner: And stands colossus-wise, waving bis beam, Enter NESTOR. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the inower's swath : Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and Dexterity so obeying appetite, [takes; That what he will be does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter AJAX. Be happy, that my arms are out of use; Hect. Fare thee well: [Exit. I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; Why, then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. SCENE VII.-The same. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! [Erit. It is decreed-Hector the great must die. Dip. Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, § show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. SCENE VIII.-The same. [Exeunt. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are Hector where's Hector ? I will noue but Hec-at it: Now, buil! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! now my double-henned sparrow ! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard gitimate. One bear will not bite another, and in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing ille quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the + Lying. whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment :| Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! (Ereast. SCENE IX.-Another part of the field. Enter HICTOR.. Heet. Most patrified core, so fair without, deat!! {Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads And, stickler like, the armies separates. would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.— [Sheaths his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. SCENE X.-The same. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is stain. All. Hector -The gods forbid ! tail, [field.In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy ! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: Exeunt ENEAS and TROJANS. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other Pan. But hear you, bear you! Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name i A Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones -O world! world world! thus is the NES-poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and bow i requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the peformance so loathed what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within] Achilles ! see : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, As many as be here of Pander's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this,- LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, and was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the yea 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, called Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezaus whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that exquisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiades, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the intrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. Its relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery but not friendship." A Enter POET,PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and others, at several Doors, Poet. Good day, Sir. Pain. I am glad you are well. Poet. A have not seen you long. How goes Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Est what particular rarity? what strange, To an untirable and continuate goodness: Jen. I have a jewel bere. Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon Jew. If he would touch the estimate: But, for that : Poet. When we for recompense have prais❜d It stains the glory in that happy verse [Looking at the Jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment * Sir. [lent. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis this comes off well and excel As soon as my hook has been presented to limon. " Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over. Pain. How this lord's follow'd! Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men! Pain. Look, more! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: My free drift Pain. How shall I understand you? You see how all conditions, how all minds, Is rauk'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Pain. "Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks, Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on: All those which were his fellows but of late, Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood, [ants, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependWhich labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show • The contest of art with nature. + My poem does not allude to any particular character. t Explain. Shewing, as a glass does by reflection, the looks of his patron. To advance their conditions of life. Whisperings of officious servility. Inhale. I am not of that feather to shake off him. Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him to come to me: 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Exit. Enter an old ATHENIAN. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lu cilins. Tim. I have so: What of him? Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no?—Lucilius !' Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Well; what further? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got : Tim. The man is honest. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by by name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus, Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tem. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work." Pain. You are a dog. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: What's she, if I be a dog? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? • What they profess to be. ↑ Draw out the whole mass of my fortunes. Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.- [Exeunt some Attendants. must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, [done, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Most welcome, Sir! [They salute. Apem. So, so; there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints!That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, [out And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Iuto baboon and monkey. + Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I Most hungrily on your sight. [feed Tim. Right welcome, Sir: Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Enter two LORDS. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Alluding to the proverb: plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars. His lineage degenerated into a monkey. |