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Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
Dio. Ha! art thou there ?
• Lance. : Shoal of fish,
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
+ Brused, crushed.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? Oh! well fought my youngest brother !
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
Hect. Fare thee well :
I would have been much more a fresher man,
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. It is decreed-Hector the great must die.
Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;
Achil. Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
my double-henned sparrow I 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The
jar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy
SCENE VIII.-The same.
Enter MENAELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ajar. Were I the general thou should'st
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Not be a looken-on. 1 Prevail over. § Care.
whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment : Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward!
SCENE IX.-Another part of the field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
[Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage,
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man
And, stickler like, the armies separates.
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-
Tro. Hector is slain.
All. Hector?-The gods forbid !
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy !
Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
I'll through and through you !—And thou great-
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-
As many as be here of Pander's hall,
It should be now, but that my fear is this,-
Ever. + Pitched. t Ignominy. Canvas hangings for rooms painted with emblems
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, and was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, called Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that exquisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiades, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iutrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. Its relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys dattery but not friendship."
TIMON OF ATHENS.
ler PORT,PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and others, at several Doors.
Peet. Good day, Sir.
Pain. I am glad you are well.
Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Poet. Ay, that's well known: what particular rarity? what strange, ch manifold record not matches? See, c of bounty! all these spirits thy power conjar'd to attend. I know the merchant. in. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. r. Oh! tis a worthy lord.
SCENE: Athens; and the Woods adjoining.
. Nay, that's most fix'd. 7. A most incomparable man; breath'd, *
as it were,
untirable and continuate goodness: asses. f
. I have a jewel here.
TWO SERVANTS of VARRO, and the SERVANT
+ Goes beyond common bounds.
CUPID, and MASKERS.
POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT.
TIMANDRA, }Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon
Jew. If he would touch the estimate: But, for
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd
It stains the glory in that happy verse
[Looking at the Jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the flint
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment * Sir.
Pain. 'Tis a good piece.
As soon as my book has been presented to limon.
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Pain. How shall I understand you?
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
All sorts of hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac'd flatterer $
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood, [ants, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependWhich labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. Pain. 'Tis common:
A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for
The contest of art with nature.
My poem does not allude to any particular character. + Explain. the looks of his patron. ditions of life.
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him to come to
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
Enter an old ATHENIAN.
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lu.
Tim. I have so: What of him?
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man
Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius !
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
By night frequents my house. I am a man
Tim. Well; what further?
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin
On whom I may confer what I have got:
Tim. The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me
To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
Give him thy daughter:
• Inferior spectators.
Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid f
know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Apem. Then I repent not.
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Tim. Whither art going?
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
pem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's
im. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? pem. No; I eat not lords.
Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies.
Apem. Oh they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy fabour.
What they profess to be.
raw out the whole mass of my fortunes.
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing,
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philosopher ?
Apem. Thou liest.
Poet. Then I lie not.
Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT.
Jew. We will bear with your lordship.
Mer. He'll spare none.
Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide [Exeunt some Attendants. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman-You must needs dine with me:-Go not you [done, have thank'd you; and, when dinner's [honest. Show me this piece. I am joyful of your When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves sights.Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor-Till
Apem. Art not a poet?
Apem. Then thou iiest: look in thy last
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. Even as Apemautus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.-
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
Apem. So, so; there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!-
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I