When man's worft is, he does too much good. For bounty, that makes Gods, does ftill mar men. I'll ever ferve his mind with my best will; SCENE, the Woods. Enter Timon. [Exit' Tim. Bleffed, breeding fun, draw from the earth. Scarce is divident, touch with feveral fortunes ; Raife me this beggar, and denude that Lord, (17) The beggar native honour: It is the pafture lards the weather's fides, (18) The (17) Raife me this Beggar, and deny't that Lord,] Whore is the Senfe and English of deny't that Lord? Deny him what? What preceding Noun is there, to which the Pronoun It is to be referred? And it would be abfurd to think the Poet meant, deny to raise that Lord. The Antithefis must be, let Fortune raise this Beggar, and let her frip, and defpoil that Lord of all his Pomp and Ornaments, which Senfe is compleated by this flight Alteration, -and denude that Lord, Mr. Warburton. (18) It is the Rafture lards the Beggar's, Sides, This,, as the Ediwors have ordered it, is an idle Repetition at the best; fuppofing it did indeed, contain the fame Sentiment as the foregoing Lines, But The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, And fay, this man's a flatterer? if one be, No, Gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heav'ns! thus much of this will make Black, white; fair, foul; wrong, right; Bafe, noble: old, young; coward, valiant. You Gods! why this? what this? you Gods! why, this Will lug your priests and fervants from your fides : Pluck ftout mens' pillows from below their heads. This yellow flave Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs'd; But Shakespeare meant a quite different Thing: and having, like a fenfible Writer, made a fmart Obfervation, he illuftrates it by Similitude thus: It is the Pafture lards the Weather's Sides, And the Similitude is extreamly beautiful, as conveying this fatirical Reflexion; there is no more Difference between Man and Man in the Efteem of fuperficial or corrupt Judgments, than be tween a fat Sheep and a lean one. Mr. Warburtons " Thou Thou common whore of mankind, that put'ft odds Do thy right nature. thou'rt quick. [March afar off.] Ha, a drum ? But yet I'll bury theethou'lt go, (ftrong thief) When gouty keepers of thee cannot ftand Nay, ftay thou out for earnest. [Keeping fome gold. Enter Alcibiades with drum and fife in warlike manner, and Phrynia and Timandra. Alc. What art thou there? speak. Tim. A beast, as thou art. Cankers gnaw thy heart, For fhewing 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 Mifanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, Alc. I know thee well: But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd, and ftrange. Tim. I know thee too, and more than that I know thee, I not defire to know. Follow thy drum, With man's blood paint the ground; gules, gules; Then what fhould war be? this fell whore of thine Phry. Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kifs 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: But then renew I could not, like the moon; There were no funs to borrow of. Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee? Tim. None, but to maintain my opinion. Alc. What is it, Timon? Tim. Promise me friend fhip, but perform none. If thou wilt not promife, the Gods plague thee, for thou art a man: if thou doft perform, confound thee, for thou art a man! Ala Alc. I have heard in fome fort of thy miferies. Tim. Thou faw'ft them when I had profperity. Alc. I fee them now, then was a bleffed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd fo regardfully? Tim. Art thou Timandra? Timan. Yes. Tim. Be a whore ftill: they love thee not, that use thee: Give them difeafes, leaving with thee their luft; Make ufe of thy falt-hours, feason the flaves For tubs and baths, bring down the rofe-cheek'd youth To th' tub-faft, and the diet. (19) Timan. Hang thee, monfter! Alc. Pardon him, fweet Timandra, for his wits. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone... tors. (19) To the Fubfaft, and the Diet.] One might make a very long and vain Search, yet not be able to meet with this prepofterous Word Fubfaft, which has notwithstanding paffed current with all the EdiThe Author is alluding to the Lues Venerea, and its Effects. At that Time, the Cure of it was performed either by Guaiacum, or Mercurial Unctions: and in both Cafes the Patient was kept up very warm and clofe; that in the firft Application the Sweat might be promoted; and left, in the other, he fhould take Cold, which was fatal. "The Regimen for the Courfe of Guaiacum (fays Dr. Friend in his Hift. of Phyfick, Vol. II. p. 380.) was at first strangely cir- a "cumftantial; and fo rigorous, that the Patient was put into a "Dungeon in order to make him fweat; and in that manner, as, "Fallopius expreffes it, the Bones and the very man himself was macerated." As for the Unction, it was fometimes continued for thirty-feven days; (as he obferves, p. 375.) and during this time there was neceffarily an extraordinary Abftinence required. Mr. Warburton Alc. Why, fare thee well, Here's gold for thee. Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it. Alc. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap- Alc. Ay, Timon, and have caufe. Tim. The Gods confound them all then in thy conqueft, And after, thee, when thou haft conquered! Alc. Why me, Timon? Tim. That by killing of villains Thou waft born to conquer my country. Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poifon Herfelf's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat fhall cut, (20) That thro' the Window-barn bere at Men's Eyes.] I cannot for my Heart imagine, what Idea our wife Editors had of a Virgin's Breaft thro' a Window-barn: which, I am fatisfied, must be a corrupt Reading. In fhort, the Poét is alluding to the decent Custom in his Time of the Women covering their Necks and Bofoms either with Lawn, or Cyprus; both which being transparent, the Poet beautifully calls it the Window-Laws, Alc |