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Apem. Ay.
Tim. What! a knave too ?

Apem. If thou didst put this lower cold habit on
To caftigate thy pride,' 'twere well; but thou
Doft it enforcedly: thou’dft courtier be,
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Out-lives incertain pomp; is crown'd before :
The one is filling fill, never compleat ;
The other, at high with : Beft ftates, contentless,
Have a distracted and most wretched being :
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm
With favour never clafpt ; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath proceeded
Through sweet degrees that this brief world affords,
To fuch, as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command; thou would have plung'd thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
In different beds of luft, and never learn'd
The iey precepts of respect, but followed
The fugar'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 ftuck, as leaves
Do on the oak; have with one winter's brush
Fall’n from their boughs, and left me open, bare

storm that blows. I to hear this, That never knew but better, is fome burden.

Tim. What ! a knäve too?] Mr. Warburton proposes a correction here, which, tho’ it oppofes the reading of all the printed copies, has great justness and propriety in it. He would read thus;

Wbat! and know't too The reasoning of the text, as it stands in the books, is, in some sort, concluding backward : or rather making a knave's and villain's office different : which, surely, is absurd. The correction quite removes the absurdity, and gives this sensible rebuke. “ What! do'st " thou please thyself in vexing me, and at the same time know it to 66 be the office of a villain or fool ?")


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Thy nature did commence in fuffrance, time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldīt thou hate men?!
They never flatter'd thee. What haft thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject ; who in spight put stuff
To fome the-beggar, and compounded thee

rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone-
If thou hadît not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadit been knave and flatterer,

Apem. Art thou proud yet?
Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.

Apem. I, that I was no prodigal.

Tim. I, that I am one now.
Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee,
I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone-
That the whole life of Athens were in this !.
Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root.
Apem. Here, I will mend thy feast.
Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. (30)
Apem. So I shall mend my own, by th' lack of thine.

Tim. 'Tis not well mended fo, it is bat botcht;
If not, I would it were.

Apem. What wouldīt thou have to Athens ?

Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind ; if thou wilt,,
Tell them there, I have gold; look, so I have.

Apem. Here is no use for gold.

Tim. The best and trueft:
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apem. Where ly’st o' nights, Timon ?

Tim. Under that's above me.
Where feed'ft thou o'days, Apemantus ?

Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it.

Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Apem. Where wouldft thou send it? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. (30) First mend thy company, -) Thus the old copies; but common sense and the whole tenour of the context warrant that it should be--my company.--I observe, Mr. Rowe in his Svo edition of our poet. has likewise made this correction.


Арет. ,

Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewed, but the extremity of both ends. When thou, wat in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they, mockt thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art detpis’d for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee,

eat it.

T'im. On what I hate, I feed not.
Anem. Doft hate a medlar ?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

Apem. An th’had it hated medlars sooner, thou should have loved thyself better now. Whit man didit thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means ?

Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st of, didit thou ever know beloved

Adım. Myself.

Tim. I understand thee, thou hadît some means to keep a dog.

Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?

Tim. Women nearest ; bụt men, men are the things themselves. What wouldst. thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power ?

Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Wouldīt thou have thyself. fall in the confusion of men, or remain a beat with the beasts?

Apem. Ay, Timon.

Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t' attain to ! If trou wert a lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert. the lamb, the fox, would eat chee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert. accus'd by the ass ; if thou wert the ass, thy dulness. would torment thee; and still thou liv'dft but as a breakfast to the wolf. If, thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee ; and oft thou. shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury. Wert: thou a bear, thou wouldst be kill'd by the horfe ; wert thou a horse, thou would be seized by the leopard ; svert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and


the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence absence. What beast couldit thou be, that were not subject to a beait ? and what a beast art tliou already, and seest not thy loss in transformation !

Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a foreit of beasts.

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city ?

Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter. (31) The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to caich' it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, l'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim. Would, thou wert. clean enough to spit upon.A plague on thee! (32)

Apem. Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure.
Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou speak't.

Tim. If I name thee-l'll beat thee; but I should infect my hands.

Apem. I wouid my tongue could rot them off! Tim. Away,, thou issue of a mangy dog.! (31) Apem. Yonder comes a poet, &c.] Apemantus is suppos’d to lock out here, and to see the poet and painter at a distance, as traversing the woods in quest of Timon. This preparation of scenery Mr. Pope did not conceive ; and therefore, I don't know by what authority, has peremptorily thrown out some part, and transposed another part of this and the next speech to the place where Apemantus goes off. None of the old books countenance such a transposition.

(32) A plague on thee! Apem.--Tbou art too bad to curse.] In the former editions, this whole verse was placed to Apemantus :. by which, absurdly, he made to curse Timon, and immediately to subjoin that he was too bad to curse. In my SHAKESPEARE restor’d I gave the former part of the hemiftich to Timon, and the latter part to Apemantus; as it is now regulated in the text : and Mr. Pop; in his last edition, has vouchfafed to embrace this regulation,



Choler does kill me, that thou art alive :
I swoon to see thee,

Apem. Would thou wouldft burst!

Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am sorry I mall lose a fone by thee.

Apem. Beast!
Tim. Slave!

Apem. Toad!
Tim. Rogue! rogue ? rogue !

(Apem. retreats backwards, as going:
I am fick of this falle world, and will love nought
But ev’n the mere necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave ;
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph ;
That death in me at others lives may laugh.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold.
Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the confecrated snow,
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
That foldreft clofe impoffibilities,
And mak'st them kiss! that speak’it with every tongue,
To every purpose ! oh, thou touch of hearts !
Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire.

Apem. Would 'twere fo,
But not 'till I am dead! I'll say, thou haft gold:
Thou wilt be throng'd to fhortly.

Tim. Throng'd to?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.
Apem. Live, and love thy misery!
Tim. Long live so, and so die. I am quit.

Apem. Mo things like men-eat, Timon, and abhor them.

[Exit Apem.


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