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Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen. i Sen. Thele words become your lips, as they pass

thro' them. 2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers In their applauding gates.

Tim. Commend me to them;
And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,

of love, with other incident throes, That nature's fragile vessel doch sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do

them. I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.

2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.

Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it. Tell my friends, Tell Athens, ' in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his hafte; Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the ax, And hang himself :-I pray you, do my greeting:

. Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall

find him. Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt food; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover. Thither come, And let my grave-Itone be your oracle.Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : What is amiss, plague and infection mend!

s in the sequence of degree,] Methodically, from highest to lowest.



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Graves only be mens' works, and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

[Exit Timon. I Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead.

Let us return, And ftrain what other means is left unto us ? In our dear peril. Sen. It requires swift foot.



SCE N E IV. Changes to the Walls of Albens. Enter two other Senators with a Messenger. i Sen. Thou hast painfully discovered : Are his

files As full as thy report?

Mes. I have spoke the least : Besides, his expedition promises Present approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not

Timon. Mes. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;' Who, though in general part we were oppos'd, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i’ the cause against your city, In part for his fake moy'd.

In our dear peril.] So the folios, and rightly. The Oxford editor alters dear to dread, not knowing that dear, in the language of that time, fignified dread, and is to used by Shakespeare in numberless places.

WARBURTON, -one mine ancient friend;] Mr. Upton would read, once mine ancient friend.


Enter the other Senators,

I Sen. Here come our brothers.

3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choak the air with duft. In, and prepare ; Dur's is the fall, I fear, our foe's the fnare. (Exeunt,


Changes to the woods.

Enter a Soldier, seeking Timon. Sol. By all description, this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho.No answer?-What is this? Timon is dead, who hath out-stretch'd his span ; * Some beast read this; here does not live a man,

? Some beast read this; bere does not live a man.) Some beast read what? The soldier had yet only seen the rude pile of earth heap'd up for Timon's grave, and not the inscription upon it. We should read,

Some beast rear'd this; The soldier seeking, by order, for Timon, fees such an irregular mole, as he concludes must have been the workmanship of some beast inhabiting the woods; and such a cavity as muft either have been fo over-arched, or happened by the casual falling in of the ground.

WARBURTON. Notwithstanding this remark, I believe the old reading to be the right. Tbe soldier had only seen obe rude beap of earth. He had evidently seen something that told him Timon was dead; and what could tell that but his tomb? The tomb he sees, and the infcription upon it, which not being able to read, and finding none to read it for him, he exclaims peevishly, fome beast read ibis, for it must be read, and in this place it cannot be read by map.

There is something elaborately unskilful in the contrivance of sending a soldier, who cannot read, to take the epitaph in wax, only that it may close the play by being read with more folemnity in the laft scene.



Dead, sure, and this his grave. What's on this tomb
I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax;
Our captain hath in every figure skill;
An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days :
Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit.


Before the walls of Athens. Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his powers.

Alc. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach.

[Sound a parley. The Senators appear upon the walls. Till now you have gone on, and filld the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice. Till now myself, and such As flept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our 3 traverst arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly. Now - the time is Aush, s When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Cries, of itself, no more: now breathless wrong Shall fit and pant in your great chairs of ease; And pursy insolence fhall break his wind With fear and horrid Right.

3-traverft arms-) Arms acrofs.

JOHNSON. -tbe time is flush.] A bird is fiuth when his feathers are grown, and he can leave the neft. Flufb is mature. JohnsON.

5 Wien crouching marrow, in the bearer frong,

Cries of itself, no more: -] The marrow was supposed to be the original of strength. The image is from a camel kneeling to take up his load, who rises immediately when he finds he has as much laid on as he can bear.


I Sen. Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a meer conceit,
Ere thou hadít power, or we had cause to fear,
We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,

To wipe out our ingratitude, with loves • Above their quantity.

2 Sen. So did we woo?
Transformed Timon to our city's love,
By humble message, and by promis'd means,
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.

I Sen. Thefe walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they fuch,
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should

fall For private faults in them.

2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out ; *Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,



Above their quantity.) Their refers to rages.

So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love

By humble miljage, and by promis'd means,] Promis'd means must import the recruiting his sunk fortunes ; but this is not all. The senate had wooed him with humble message, and promise of general reparation. This seems included in the light change which I have madeand by promis'd mends.

THEOBALD. Dr. Warburton agrees with Mr. Theobald, but the old reading may well ftand.

Johnson. 8 Shame, that they wanted cunning in excefs,

Hath broke their bearts.---] i.e, in other terms,-Shame, that they were not the cunningeft men alive, Kath been the cause of their death. For cunning in ex


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