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Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comelians but in the keeping of wise people ; for, indeed,
Extemporally will ttage us, and present, there is no goodness in the worm.
Our Alexandrian revels ; Antony

Cleo. thou no care ; it shall be heeded. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I fall see Clorun. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, Some squeaking Cleopatra boy' my greatnets

for it is not worth the feeding. l'the poiture of a whore.

Clo. Will it eat me? Dras. O the goodl gods !

Clorun. You must not think I am so simple, but Cleo. Nay, that's certain.

I know, the devil himself will not eat a woman : lrai. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails I know, but a woman is a dish for the gods, if the Are stronger than mine eyes.

dvil dress her not. Ent, truly, these same whoreCleo. Why, that's the way

10:devils do the gods great harm in their women; To fool their preparation, and to conquer for in every ten that they make, the devils mar Their molt absurd intents.- Nové, Charmian ?--'five. Enter Charmian.

Clio. Well, get thee gone; farewel. Shew me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch Clown. Yes, forfooth; I with you joy o' the My best attires ;-I am again for Cydnus,

[Exit. To meet Mark Antony :---Sirrali, Iras, go. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Now, noble Charminn, we'll difpulch indeed : Immortal longings in me: Now no more And, when thou hatt done this chare, I'll give thee The juice of Egypt's grape thall moist chis lip :leare

Yare, yares, good Iras ; quick.-Methinks, 1 hear To play 'till dvoms-day: ---Buing our crown and 2:11. Antony call; I ice him roule himielf Wherefore's this noite?

[ a noise within. To praite my noble act; I bear him mock Enter one of the Gurd.

The luck of Cæsar, wlich the gods give men Guard. Here is a rural fellow,

To excuse their after wrath : Huiband, I come : That will not be deny'd your hignness' presence; Now to that name my courage prove my title ! He brings you figs.

I am fire, and air; my other elements
Cico. Letinin come in. What a poor instrument I give tu baser life. -51,--hare you done?

[Exit Guarit. Come then, and take the late warmth of my lips. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Farewel, kind Charmian;--Iras, long travel. My resolution's plac'h ; and I have nothing

Luppisingibe aip. Of woman in me: Now from head to foot Hwe I the aspick in my lips ? Doit tall? To drevo I am marble-conftant : now the fleeting 2 moon If thou and nature can to gently part, No planet is of mine.

The fruke of death is as a lover's pinch, Re-enter Guard, with a Clorun bringing a basket. Which hurts, and is desir'd. Doft thou lye ftill? Guard. This is the man.

If thus thou vanithet, thou tell it the world Cico. Avoil, and leave him. [Exit Guard. It is not worth leare-taking. [lias dies. Hift thou the pretty worm 3 of Nilus there, Chur. Diilolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I That kills and pains not?

maviay, Clown. Truly I have lim : but I would not be The gods then feires do weep! the party that ihould defie you to touch him, for (10. This proves me bate : his biting is immortal; those, that du die of it, do, I'1he first meet the curled Antony, feldom or never recover.

He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Cleo. Remember'it thou any that have dy'd on't? Which is my heaven to have.-Coine, thou mustul Clorun. Very m.iny, men and women 100. 1

tretch, heard of one of tiem no longer than yesterday : With thy sharp tteth this knot intrinsicate a very honest woman, but fomething given to lze :

Toebe ale as a woman Thould not do, but in the way of bo- of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, neity : how he dy'd of the biting of it, what pain Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldit thou speak! the felt,--Truly, the makes a very good report o'! Tn. I might hear thee call great Cxlar, ats the worm : But he thit will believe all that they Unpubiy do! say, shall never he faved by half that they do : Chair. ( e.stern star ! But this is moft illible, the worm's an odd worm. Cko. Peace, peale! Gleo. Get thec hence ; farewel.

Dunt thou not ice my baby at my breast, Clown. I with you all joy of the worm.

That iik ks the nurse afieert? C!0. Forewel.

Clar. O, break! 0, break! Ciowa. You must think this, look you, that the Cico. As sweet as brim, .s fut as air, as gentle,worm will do his kind .

O Antony !---Nay, I will take the to:Cleo. A;, ay; farewel.

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Coar. In this wild world. So, fare thee well. Dol. Who was last with them? [ties: Now boast thee, death! in thy poffeflion lies 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought bet A lass unparallei'd.Downy windows, close ; This was his basker. And golden Phabus never be beheld

Caf. Poison'd then. Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; 1 Guard. O Cæsar, I'll mend it, and then play.

This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and frake: Enter the Guard, rushing in.

I foûnd her trimming up the diadem 1 Guard. Where is the queen ?

On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, Cbar. Speak softly, wake her not.

And on the sudden dropp'd. i Guard. Cæsar hath sent

Cæf. O noble weakness Cbar. Too low a messengeç.-

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear (Charmian applies the afp. By external swelling : but she looks like fleche O, come; apace, dispatch:-1 partly feel thee. As she would catch another Antony i Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well : Cæsar's In her strong toil of grace. beguild.

[call him. Dol. Here, on her breast 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar ; There is a vent of blood, and something blown :: 1 Guard. What work is here :--Charmian, is The like is on her arm. this well done?

1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail ; and thcie Cbar. It is well done, and fitting for a princess

fig leaves Descended of so many royal kings.

Have Níme upon them, such as the aspick leaves Ah, soldier!

[Charmian dies. Upon the caves of Nile. Enter Dolabella.

Czf. Most probable, Dol. How goes it here?

That so she dy'd; for her physician tells me, Guard. All dead.

She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts

Of easy ways to die.—Take up her bed;
Touch their effects in this : Thyself art coming And bear her women from the monument;
To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou She shall be buried by her Antony :
So fought'st to hinder.

No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
Enter Cæfar, and Attendants.

A pair so famous. High events as these
Wishin. A way there, a way for Cæsar ! Strike those that make them : and their story is

Dol. O, fir, you are too sure an augurer ; No leís in pity, than his glory, which That you did fear, is done.

Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, Cæs. Bravest at the last :

In solemn shew, attend this funeral ; She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal, And then to Rome. -Come, Dolabella, see Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths ?--High ordes in this great folemnity. (Extant capita I do not see them bleed.


* Mr. Sucevens conjectures, that our author may have written vild (i. e. vile according to ancieci (pelling) for worthless. z j.e, swoln.




Caphis, Timox, A noble Athenian.





LUCIUS, APEMANTUS, a Philofophor.


VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's Friends. FLAVIUS, Steward 10 Timon.

Cupid and Maskers. FLAMINIUS,

Strangers. LUCILIUS, Timon's Servants,


Thieves, Senators, Poit, Painter, Jewellery and Merchant; will Servants and Attendants,

SCENE, sebens; and tbe Hoods nos fwr from it.


Mifarelles 10 Alcibiades.

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Jeru. If he will touch the estimale 3 ; But, for Albens.

that A Hall in Timon's Honfe.

Poet. 4 II ken we for recompenic bave prais'debe vile,

It Plains the glory in i ba: bippy verse Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant, as which apıly fings the good. several doo's.

wer. ''Tis a good form.. [Looking on the jewel. Poet.

OOD day, sir.

I. And rich : here is a water, look you.
Pain. I am glad

Pain. You are rapt, su, in some work, fome Poes. I have not seen you long : How goes the To the great lord.

(dedication world?

Poet. A thing flipt idly from me. Pain. It wears, fir, as it grows.

Our poesy is 23 a gum, which oozes Poet. Ay, that's well known :

From whence 'tis nourithed ; The fire i' the flint But what particular rarity ? what range, Shew's not, 'till it be struck ; our gentle flame Which manifold record not matches? See, Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Magick of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Each bound it chafes. What luave you there? Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. A picture, sir. When comes your book Pain. I know them both ; the other's a jeweller.

furth? Mir. O, 'tis a worthy lord !

Poct. Upun the heels of my presentment, fur. Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.

[it were, Let's see your piece. Mer. A moft incomparable man ; breatli'd', as Pain. 'Tis a good piece. To an untirable and continuate goodness :

l'oei. So 'cis : this comes offs well and excellent. He passes 2

Pain. Inditierent. Jeru. I have a jewel here.

fir ? Poct. Admirable : How this grace Mor. O, pray, let's see 't: For the lord Timnon, Speaks his own Standing ? what a mental power

1 Breathed is inured by constant practice ; lo trained as not to be wearied. To breathe a horse is to exercise him for the course. 2 i. c. he exceeds, goes beyond common bounds, 3 i. e. come up to the price. 4 We must here fuppose the poet buly in reading his own work ; and that these three lines are the introduction of the poem addressed to Timon, which he afterwards gives the painter an account of. Si. e. according to Dr. Johnfon, The figure riles well from the canvas. C'est bien relevi. 6 That is, How the graceful atitude of this figure proclaims that it stands firm on its centre, or gives evidence in favour of its own fixture,

This eye shoots forth ? how big imagination Poet. Nay, fir, but hear me on:
Moves in this lip? to the dumbness of the gesture All those which were his fellows but of late,
One might interpret.

(Some better than his value) on the moment Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Follow his ftrides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Here is a touch ; Is 't good ?

Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear", Poet. I'll say of it,

Make sacred even his stirror, and through him It tutors nature : artificial strife !

Drink the free air 12. Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? [mood, Enter certain Senators.

Poct. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Pain. How this lord is follow'd !

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependant, Poct. The senators of Athens ;--Happy men!

Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Pain. Look, more!

(of visitors. Even on their knees and hands, let him tlip down, Poct. You see this confluence, this great food Not one accompanying his declining foot. I have, in this rough work, Thap'd out a man,

Pain. 'Tis common :
Whom this heneath world doth embrace and hug A thousand moral paintings I can thes,
With amplest entertainment : My free drift

That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Halts not particularly , but moves itself

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, In a wide sea of wax 3 : no leveli'd malice To thew lord Timon, that mean eyes 13 have lea! Infects one comma in the course I hold;

The foot above the head. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Trumpets found. Enter Timon, addresing bisa Leaving no tract behind.

courteoujly to every jutor. Prir. How thall I understand you ?

Tim. Imprifon'd is he, say you? (To a Me Tage. Port. I'll unbolt ? to you.

Mef. Ay, niy good lord : five talents is his deta; You see, how all conditions, how all minds, His means mon short, his creditors mott strait : (As well of glib and Nippery s creatures, as Your honourable letter he desires Of grave and auftere quality) tender down To those have shut him up ; which failing him, Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune, Periods his comfort. Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Tim, Noble Ventidius! Well ; Subdues and properties to his love and tendance I am not of thi it feather, to make off All sorts of hearts ; yea, from the glass-fac'd fat- My friend when he must need me. I do know him terer

A gentleman, that well deserves a help, To Apemantus, that few things loves better Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. Than to abhor himself; even he drops down Mef. Your lordship ever binds bin. [fom; The knee before him, and returns in peace

Tim. Commend me to bim: I will send his ranMost rich in Timon's nod.

And, being enfranchisid, bid bim come to me :Pain. I saw them speak together.

Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill But to support him after.---Fare you well. Feig i'd Fortune to be thron'd: Thebareo' the mount Mf. All happiness to your honour 14! (Exit. 13 rank'd with all deserts 7, all kind of natures,

Enter an old il benian. That labour on the boom of this sphere

Old Alb. Lord Timon, hear me speak To propagate their states 9 : amongit them all, Tim. Freely, good father. Whose eyes are on this fovereign lady fix’d, Old Ath. Thou hast a fervant nam'd Lucilius. One do I perfonate of Timon's frame,

T:991. I have so: What of him? Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Oid Ath. Moft noble Timon, call the man before Whole present grace to present llaves and fervants Tim. Attends he liere, or 10 ?-Lucilius ! Translates his rivals.

Entor Licilius. Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope 9.

Luc. Here, at your lordibip's service. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Old sth. This fellow here, lord Timon, this With one man beckon'd from the rest below,

thy crcature, Bowing his head againit the steepy mount By night frequents my house. I am a man. To climb his happiness

, would be well express’d That from my first have been irelin d to thrift; In our condition 10.

And my estate deserves an heir more raisi,



i Strise is either the contest or act with nature. ? i.e. My design does not lop at any lingle character. 3 Anciently they wroic upon waxen tables with an iron file.

4 1. e. l'l open, I'll explain. s Slippery is smooth, unrefifting. 6 Meaning, ihe flatterer who shows in his owa look, as by reflection, the looks of his patron. 7 i. e. cozer'd with ranks of all kinds of men, 8 i. e. 10 advance or improve their various conditions of life. i. e. 'Tis properly imagined. 10 Condition for art. in That is, calumniate those whom Timon haied or enricd, were opposite to his own. This offering up, to the person flattered, the murdered others; Shakipuare, with the vimolt beauty of thought and expreflion, calls forrijuist wel erg alluding to the victims offered up to idois. 12 That is, caich his breach in attected for decis. 13 j. c. infcrior spectators. 14 The common addrets to a lord in our author's time, was your honour, which was indifferently used with your lordship.

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Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim. A meer faticty of commendations.
Tim Well; what further?

If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extollid,
Old Atb. One only daughter have I, no kin else, it would unclew me quite 3.
On whom I may confer what I have got :

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, As those, which sell, would give: But you well
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,

know, In qualities of the best. This man of thine Things of like value, differing in the owners, Attempts her love : I prythee, noble lord, Are prized by their matters : believe it, dear lord, Join with me to forbid him her resort ;

You mend the jewel by the wearing it. Myself have spoke in vain.

Tim. Well mock'd. Tim. The man is honeft.

Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the comOld Asl. Therefore he will be, Timon':

mon tongue, His honesty rewards him in itself,

Which all men speak with him. It must not bear my daughter.

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid? Tim. Does the love him?

Enter pemantus. Old Ah. She is young, and apt :

Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Our own precedent paflions do instruct us

Mer. He'll spare none. What levity is in youth.

Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus ! Tim. (To Lucil.] Love you the maid?

Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy go Luc. Ay, my good lord, and the accepts of it.

(hopelt. Old Arb. If in her marriage my consent be miffing, When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves ? thou Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,

know'st them not. And difpofless her all.

Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
Tim. How shall the be endow'd

Tim. Yes.
If she be mated with an equal husband ? [all. Apem. Then I repent not.

Old Aib. Three talents on the present; in future, Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Tim. This gentleman of mine liath serv'ů me long; Apem. Thou know'st, I do; 1 call'd thee by To build his fortune, I will strain a little,

thy name. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : Tim. Thou art proud, Apemar us. [Timon. What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like And make him weigh with her.

Tim, Whither art going? Old Ath. Moft noble lord,

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

brains. Tim. My hund to thee; mine honour on my

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. promise.

Apeni. Right, if doing nothing be death by Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship : Never

the law. may

Tim. How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus ? That state or fortune fall into my keeping,

Apem. The beft, for the innocence. Which is not ow'd 2 to you!

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? (Exc. Lucil. and Old Aih. Apem. He wrought better, that made the pain. Poct. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your ter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. lordship!

Poet. You are a dog. Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Apem. Thy mother's of my generation ; What's Go not away.-- What have you there, my friend? The, if I be a dog?

Pain. A piece of painting; which I do beseech Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Your lordship to accept.

Apem. No; I eat not lords. Tim. Painting is welcome.

Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. The painting is almost the natural man ;

Areni. O, they eat lords; so they come by For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Even such as they give out. I like your work ; Apom. So thou apprehend'ít it: Take it for And you shall find, I like it : wait attendance

thy labulir. 'Till you hear further from me.

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? Pain. The gods preserve you ! {hand ; Apeni. Not fo well as puin-dealing, which will Tim. Well fare you, gentieman : Give me your mot cust a man a doit 4. We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel

Tim. What doft thou think tis worth? Hath suffer'd under praise.

Apen. Not worth my thinking:Jew. What, my lord ? difpraise ?

1 Dr. Warburton explains this passage thus : " If the man be honeit, my lord, for that reason he will be fo in this; and not endeavour at the injustice of gaining my daughter without my content." 2 or due. 3 To uncler, is to unuind a ball of thread. To undo y man. is to draw (ut the whole mass of bis fortunes. 4 1 his alludes to the proverb : “ Plain dealing is a jow.l, Lut they that use it die brgsars,"

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