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TriMort or ATHEN's.
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 ee-dact of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The findiug so hidden rald, tsee Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year lo, and at ene time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, tailed Timen’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, kaewn as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the intrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificanee in the preseat 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 plau
there is set auch art ; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe afords a very pewerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no
Jew. If he would touch the estimate : But, for
• As soon as my book has been presented 's Timon.
Pain. indifferent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One night interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch ; is't good f Poet. I’ll say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife." Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Enter certain SENAToks, and pass over.
pain. How this lord’s follow’d Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men I Pain. Look, more 1 Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whoin this beneath world doth embrace and hug with amplest entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly, t but moves itself In a wide sea of wax : no levell'd malice Infects one comina in the course I hold ; But flies an eagle flight, hold, and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Pain. How shall I understand you ? Poet. I’ll unbolt I to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as of grave and austere quality,) tender down Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac’d flatterer § To Apennantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself: even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod. Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o'the Inount ls rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states: amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix’d, One do I personate of lord Timon's fraume, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; [vants Whose present grace to present slaves and serTranslates his rivals. Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks, This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, ineWith one man beckon'd from the rest below, . Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness would be well express'd In our condition. Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on : All those which were his fellows but of late, (Soline better than his value,) on the noment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance Rain sacrificial whisperings “ in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink "* the free air. J'ain. Ay, marry, what of these ? Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood, [ants, Spurns down her late belov’d, all his depend. Which 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 Inoral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for-
Trumpets sound. Enter Ti Mox, attended ; the
Enter an old ATHENIAN.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim. Freely, good father.
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.
Tim. I have so: What of him t
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Tim. Attends he here, or no?—Lucilius 1
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift ; And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher Tim. Well ; what further ? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got : The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, And I have bred her at my dearest cost, In qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord, Join with me to forbid him her resort ; Myself have spoke in vain. Tim. The man is houest. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : His honesty rewards him in itself, 1t must not bear my daughter. Tin. Does she love hilu Old Ath. She is young, and apt : Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth. Tim. (To Lucillus.] Love you the maid r Luc. Ay, Iny good lord, and she accepts of it. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be tnissing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And dispossess her all. Tin. How shall she be endow’d, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; future, all. Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv’d one long : To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bld me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus f Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. 1 Lord. Hang thyself. Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Erit. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty 2 he outgoes The very heart of kindness. 2 Lori. pours it out: Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed" but he repays Sevenfold above itself: no gift to him, | But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. ? 1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes I Shall - we in r 1 Lord. I’ll keep you company. [Ereunt. SCEVE II.-The same.—A Room of State in T1 Mon’s House.
JHautboys playing loud music. A great banuet served in ; FLA v i Us and others attendng ; then enter Ti Mon, Alcibi ADEs, LUcius, Luc ULLUs, SEM PRON I Us, and other Athenian Senators, with VENT1 DI Us, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after als, APEMANTUs, discontentedly.
1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Ti-
Immortal gods, I crave no pets; I pray for no man, but myself: Grant I may never prove so fond, 5 To trust man on his oath or bond; Or a harlot, for her weeping ; Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall to’t Fich men sin, and I eat roof. [Eats and drinks. Much good dich o good heart, Apennantus : Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart’s in the field now. l 4cu. My heart is ever at your service, my ord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them: I could wish my best friend at such a feast. Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em. 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts. whereby we might express some part of our #. we should think ourselves for ever perect. Tim. O no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have Inuch help from you : How had you been Iny friends else 7 why have you that charitable V title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart 1 I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think
I Lady. My lord, you take us even at the
1, what need we have any Iriends, if we should
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, When all's spent, he’d be cross'd " then, an he
1 Lord. Where be our men f
Enter a SERVANT.
e worthily entertain'd.—How now, what news f
That man might ne'er be wretched for his
To say to you :—Look you, my good lord, 1