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Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon
reliance on his fracted dates
(12). Ask nothing, give it bim, foals me straight
An able borse,] The stupidity of this corruption will be very obvio ous, if we take the whole context together. “ If I want gold, (lays as the Senator) let me steal a beggar's dog, and give it to Timon, the « dog coins me gold. If I would fell my borse, and had a mind to « buy ten better instead of him ; why, I need but give my horse to “ Timon, to gain this point; and it presently fetches me an borfe." But is that gaining the point propos'd? sense and reason warrant the reading, that I have restor'd to the text. The first folio reads, less corruptly than the modern impressions,
-And able horses.Which reading, join'd to the reasoning of the passage, gave me the hint for this emendation,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Cap. I go, Sir.
Sen. I go, Sir? - take the bonds along with you, (13)
Cap. I will, Sir.
[Exeunt. : SCEN E changes to Timon's hall.
Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.
That he will neither know how to maintainit,
Erter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.
-take the bends along with you, And have the dates in. Conie.] The absurdity of this passage is so glaring, that one cannot help wondering, none of our poet's editors should have been sagacious enough to stumble at it. Certainly, ever fince bonds were given, the date was put in when the bond was enter'd into: And these bonds Timon had already given, and the time limited for their payment was lapsid. The Senator's charge to his servant must be to the tenour as I have amended the text; viz. Take good notice of the dates, for the better computation of the interest due upon them. Mr. Pope has vouchsafed to ack nowledge my emendation, and cry recte to it in the appendix to his last impression.
Enter Timon, and his train.
[They present their bills.
Cap. Please it your Lordfhip, he hath put me off To the succession of new days, this month: My mafter is awak'd by great occasion, To call upon his own; and humbly prays you, That with your other noble parts you'll suit, In giving him his right.
Tim. Mine honeit friend, I pr’ythee, but repair to me next morning. Cap. Nay, good my Lord. Tim. Contain thyself, good friend. Var. One Varro's servant, my good Lord Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my master's wants-Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks, and
past. Isid. Your steward puts me off, my Lord, and I Am fent expressly to your Lordship.
Tim. Give me breath :I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Ex. Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.--Come hither: How goes the world, that I am thus encountred With clam'rous claims of debt, of broken bonds, And the detention of long-fince-due debts, Against my honour?
Flav. Please you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner ; That I may make his Lordship understand Wherefore you are not paid. Tim. Do so, my friends; see them well entertain'd.
Flav. Pray, draw near.
[Exit Flav, Enter Apemantus, and Fool. Cap. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus, let's have some sport with 'em.
Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Apem, re last ask'd the question. Poor rogues, and usurers men! bawds between gold and want!
All. What are we, Apemantus?
Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.
Fool. How do you, gentlemen ?
Fool. She's e’en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. 'Would, we could see you at Corinth. Apem. Good! gramercy!
page. Page. Why how now, captain? what do you in this wise company? how doft thou, Apemantus ?
Apem. 'Would, I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
Page. Pr’ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canft not read?
Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hang’d. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.
Page. Thou waft whelpt a dog, and thou shalt familh, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone. [Exit.
Apem. Ev'n so thou out-run'st grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's.
Fool. Will you leave me there?
Apem. If T'imon stay at homeYou three serve three usurers ?
All. I would, they serv'd us.
Apem. So would I was good a trick as ever hangman serv'd thief.
Fool Are you three usurers men ?
Fool. I think, no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool; when men come to borrow of your masters, they approach fadly, and go away merrily; but they enter my mistress's house merrily, and go away fadly. The reason of this?
Var. I could render one.
Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteem'd.
Var. What is a whore-master, fool ?
Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit; sometimes it appears like a Lord, fometimes like a lawyer, sometimes like a philosopher, with two stones more than’s artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
Var. Thou art not altogether a fool.
Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man; as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lack'ft.
Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus. All. Aside, afide, here comes Lord Timon.
Enter Timon and Flavius. Apem. Come with me, fool, come.
Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime, the philofopher.