Tim. Enough to make a whore forfwear her trade, And be no turn-coats: yet may your pains fix months A pox of wrinkles! what then ? Both. Well, more gold Believe, that we'll do any thing for gold. Tim. Confumptions fow In hollow bones of man, ftrike their fharp fhins, Nor found his quillets fhrilly. Hoar the Flamen, (21) And to make whore a Bawd.] The Power of Gold, indeed, may be fuppos'd great, that can make a Whore forfake her Trade; but what mighty Difficulty was there in making a Whore turn Bawd? And yet, 'tis plain, here he is defcribing the mighty Power of Gold. He had before fhewn, how Gold can perfuade to any villany; he now fhews that it has still a greatèr Force, and can even turn from Vice to the Practice, or, at leaft, the Semblance of Virtue. We must therefore read, to reftore Senfe to our Author, And to make whole a Bard i. e. not only make her quit her Calling, but thereby restore her to Reputation. Mr. Warburton. Smells from the gen'ral weal. Make curl'd-pate ruffians bald, And let the unfcarr'd braggarts of the war Both. More counsel with more mony, bounteous Timon. Alc. Strike up the drum tow'rds Athens; farewel, Timon: If I thrive well, I'll vifit thee again. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Tim. Yes, thou fpok'ft well of me. Alc. Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence, away, And take thy beagles with thee. Alc. We but offend him: ftrike. [Exeunt Alcibiad. Phryn. and Timand. Tim. That Nature, being fick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou Whofe womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast Teems, and feeds all; oh thou! whofe felf-fame mettle (Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft) Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyelefs venom'd worm; With all th' abhorred births below crisp heav'n, Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth shine; Yield him, who all thy human fons does hate, From forth thy plenteous bofom, one poor root! Enfear thy fertile and conceptious womb; Let it no more bring out ingrateful man. Go great with tygers, dragons, wolves and bears, Teem with new monfters, whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled manfion all above Never presented O, a root dear thanks! Dry up thy marrows, veins, and plough-torn leas, And And morfels unctious, greafes his pure mind, Enter Apemantus. More man? plague! plague! Apem. I was directed hither. Men report, From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? Thy flatt'rers yet wear filk, drink wine, lie foft; Be thou a flatt'rer now, and seek to thrive By That which has undone thee; hinge thy knee, (22) Shame not these Woods.] But how did Timon any more fhame the Woods by affuming the Character of a Cynick, than Apemantus did? The Poet certainly meant to make Apemantus say, Don't disgrace this Garb, which thou haft only affected to affume; and to feem the Creature thou art not by Nature, but by the Force and Compulfion of Poverty. We must therefore restore, Shame not thefe Weeds. Apemantus, in feveral other Paffages of the Scene, reproaches him with his Change of Garb. Will put thy fhirt on warm? will these moist trees, To cure thy o'er-night's furfeit? Call the creatures, Of wreakful heav'n, whose bare unhoufed trunks, Answer meer nature; bid them Aatter thee; Tim. A fool of thee; depart. Apem. I love thee better now, than e'er I did. Apem. Why? Tim. Thou flatt'reft mifery. Apem. I flatter not; but fay, thou art a caytis. Apem. To vex thee. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Doft please thy felf in't? (23) Apem. Ay. Tim. What! a knave too? Apem. If thou didft put this fowre cold habit on (23) Tim. Always a Villain's Office or a Fool's. Doft please thy felf in't? Apem. Ay. Tim. What! a knave too?] Mr. Warburton propofes a Correction here, which, tho' it oppofes the Reading of all the printed Copies, has great Jusness and Propriety in it. He would read: What! and know't too? The Reasoning of the Text, as it ftands in the Books, is, in fome fort, concluding backward: or rather making a Krave's and Villain's Office different: which, surely, is abfurd. The Correction quite removes the Absurdity, and gives this sensible Rebuke. "What! Doft thou please thy felf in sexing me, "and at the fame time knew it to be the Office of a Villeis or Feel?" Wert Wert thou not beggar. Willing mifery The other, at high with: Beft ftates, contentlefs, Thou shouldft defire to die, being miferable. Freely command; thou wouldst have plung'd thy felf The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, the hearts of men 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, |