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Oh, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
SCENE, the Woods,
Rotten humidity : below thy sister's orb
scorns the lesser. Not ev’n nature,
The (22) Raise me this beggar, and deny't that Lord,} Where is the Sense and English of deny't that Lord ? Deny him what? What pre. ceding noun is there, to which the pronoun' it is to be referr'd? And it would be absurd to think the poet meant, deny to raise that Lord. The antitbefis must be, Jet fortune raise this beggar, and let her firipo
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
[Digging the earth. and despoil that Lord of all his pomp and ornaments, &c. which senfe is compleated by this light alteration, and denude that Lord.
Mr. Warburtona I will beg leave to add, in confirmation of my friend's fine conjecture, that our author has contrafted the same thought, only varying the terms, in his Venus and Adonis, Stanz, 192.
Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures. (23) It is the pasture lards the beggar's fides.] This, as the editors bave ordered it, is an idle repetition at the best ; fupfofing it did, indeed, contain the same sentiment as the foregoing lines. But Shakespeare meant a quite different thing: and having, like a sensible wri. ter, made a smart obfervation, he illuftrates it by a fimilitude thus:
It is the pasture lards the weather's fides,
The want that makes bim lean. And the fimilitude is extremely beautiful, as conveying this fatirical reflection; there is no more difference between man and man the esteem of superficial or corrupt judgments, than between a fat sheep and a lean one.
Mr. W'arburton, I cannot better praise the sagacity of my friend's emendation, than by producing the reading of the first folio edition, (which, I know, he had not seen,) where we find it thus exhibited;
It is the pature lards the brother's sides, &c. Every knowing reader will agree, that this corruption might much more naturally, be derived from weat ber's, than from beggar's, as far as the traces of the letters are concern’d; especially, in the old secretary hand-writing, the universal character in our author's time. I will only add, that our poet, in his As you like it, makes a clown say the very same thing in a more ludicrous manner.
That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn; that good jure makes fat sheep ; &c. VOL. VI. H
Who seeks for better of thee, fause his palate
and Phrynia and Timandra. Alc. What art thou there! speak.
Tim. A beast, as thou art. Cankers gnaw thy heart, For shewing me again the eyes of man!
Alc. What is thy name is man fo hateful to thee, That art thyself a man?
Tim. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
Alc. I know thee well :
I not defire to know. Foilow thy drum,
Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns To thine own lips again.
Alc. How came the noble Timon to this change?
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give :
Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
If thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man: if thou doft perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!
Alc. I've heard in fome sort of thy miseries.
Timan. Is this the Atheniar minion, whom the world Voic'd fo regardfully
Tim. Art thou Timandra?
Tim. Be a whore ftill: they love thee not, that use thee:
Timan. (24) To the fubfast, and the diet.] One might make a very long and vain search, yet not be able to meet with this preposterous word fubfaft, which has notwithftanding pass'd current with all the editors, The author is alluding to to the Lues Venerea, and its effects. At that time, the cure of it was perform’d either by Guaiacum, or Mercurial unctions; and in both cases the patient was kept up very warm and close; that in the first application the sweat might be promoted ; and
Timan. Hang thee, monster!
Alc. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Tim. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou doit trouble? I'ad rather be alone.
Alc. Why, fare thee well,
Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it,
Tim. The gods confound them all then in thy conquest, And, after, thee, when thou haft conquered !
Alc. Why me, Timon ? Jest, in the other, he should take cold, which was fatal. “ The “ regimen for the course of Guaiacum (says Dr. Friend in his hift. of “ pbyfick, Vol. 2. p. 380.) was at first itrangely circumstantial; and Si so rigorous, that the patient was put into a dungeon in order to « make him sweat; and in that manner, as Fallopius expresses it, " the bones and the very man himself was macerated.” And as far the unition, it was sometimes continued for thirty-seven days; (as he abferves, p. 375) and during this time there was necessarily an extra. ordinary abftinence requir’d.
Mr. Warburton. Sbakespeare himself, I remember, in another of his plays, alludes to the custom of this tub-discipline.
Meas. for Meas. Act 3. where the clown is speaking of the bawd;
'T:oth, Sir, me hath eaten up all her beef, and the is herself in the tubo And Beaumont and Fletcher in the Knight of the Burning Peftle;
Pris'ners of mine, whom I in diet keep,
There may they find them, &c. And afterwards, in the same play, some of these pin'd prisoners are produc'd, complaining of their sub-sweat, and spare-diet. But enough of these unfavoury proofs.