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Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy humán fons do hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
Enlear thy fertile and conceptious womb;
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man.
Go great with tygers, dragons, wolves and bears,
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled manfion all above
Never presented O, a root dear thanks !
(11) Dry up thy marrows, veins, and plough-torn leas,
Whereof ingrateful man with liq'rish draughts,
And morsels unetaous, greases his pure mind,
That from it all confideration flips.
Timon's Discourse with Apemantus.
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected,
A poor unmanly. melancholy, sprung
From change of fortune. Why this fpade this place?
This slave-like habit, and these looks of eare ?
Thy flatt'rers yet-wear filk, drink wine, lie foft
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these (12) weeds,
(11) Dry up] Mr. Warburton reads here, Dry up thy barropu'd veins, and plough-torn leas ; and the Oxford editor,
Dry up thy meadows, vineyards, plough-torn leas." The Oxford editor has some ground for his criticism, for I find in.. the folio, marrows, vines, &c. and for Mr. Warburton's, there is indeed something to be said, tho' he must observe, the metaphor is not kept up by his alteration (for 'tis to keep up the metaphor he alters) except another night emendation be made of leas into limbs!
(12) Weeds} This was woods, till alter'd by Mr. Warburton we may obferve, Apemantus frequently reproaches Timon with his change of garb.
This Nave-like habit
This lowr cold habit on,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatt'rer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee ; hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe
Blow off thy cap ; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent. Thou waft told thus :
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel.
To knaves, and all approachers : 'tis moft just
That thou turn rascal : hadft thou wealth again,
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Apem. Thou'st cast away thyself, being like thyself, So long a madman, now a fool. What, think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy shirt on warm ? will these * moss'd trees
That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip: when thou point'st out ? Will the cold
Candied with ice, cawdle thy morning taste
To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures,
Whose naked natures live in all the spight
Of wreakful heav'n, whose bare unhoused trunks,
To the conflitting elemen:s expos'd,
Answer meer nature ; bid them flatter thée ;
Oh! thou shalt' find
Tim. Thou art a dave, whom fortune's tendër arm
With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog.
Hadft thou, like us, from our first swath proceeded
Through sweet degrees that this brief world affords,
To such, as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command; thou wouldst have plung'd thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
Mofs'd, Oxf. cdit, vulg. moiji,
In different beds of luft, and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but followed
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, the hearts of
At duty, more than I could frame employments ;
That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves
Do on the oak; have with one winter's brush
Fall’n from their boughs, and left me open, bare
storm that blows. I to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burthen,
Thy nature did commence in suff'rance ; time
Hath made the hard in't. Why shouldīt thou hate
They never flatter'd thee. What haft thou given ?
If thou wilt curse thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject; who in spight put stuff
To some she-beggar, and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone
If thou hadît not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadft been knave and flatterer,
0, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
[Looking on the gold. 'Twixt natural son and fire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd and delicate wooer, (13) Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow,
(13) Whofu blush, &c.] The imagery here is exquisitely beautiful and sublime ; and that still heightened by allusion to a fable and custom of antiquity, viz. the story of Danae and the golden shower : and the use of consecrating to a god or goddess, that which, from a similarity of nature, they were Tupposed to hold in esteem. Warburton.
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible God,
That Couldreft close impoffibilities,
And mak'st them kiss! that speak't with every tongue,
To every purpose! Oh, thou touch of hearts !
Think, thy have man rebels ; and by thy virtue.
Set them into confounding odds, that beafts
May have the world in empire.
Why should you want? behold, the earth bath:
Within this mile break forth an hundred springs ;
The oaks bear mafts, the briers scarlet hips:
The bounteous huswife nature on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?
1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
As beasts, and birds, and fishes.
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and!
You must eat mena Yet thanks I must you con,
That you are thieves profeft; that you work not
In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft
In limited profefsions. Rascals, thieves,
Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o'th grape
Till the high fever feeth your blood to froth,
And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician,
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob; * takes wealth and life together
Do villany, do, since you profess to do't,
Like workmen ; I'll example you with thievery,
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs-the vast rea. The moon's an arrant thief,
* Takes wealth and life together; Oxford-edit: vulg. Take wealth and live together,
And her pale fire fhe snatches from the sun.
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The (14) mounds into salt tears. The earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture ftol'n
From gen’rat excrements : each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves, away,
Rob one another, there's more gold; cut throats ;
All that you meet are thieves : to Athens go,
Break open shops, for nothing can you steal
But thieves do lose it.
On his honeft Steward. Forgive my gęn'ral and exceptless rashness, Perpetual, fober gods! I do proclaim One honest man; mistake me not, but one : No more, I pray; and he's a feward. How fain would I have hated all mankind, And thou redeem'ft thyself: but all, save thee, I fell with curses. (15) Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wife For, by oppressing and betraying me, Thou might'st have sooner got another service: For many so arrive at second masters, Upon their first lord's neck.
(14) Mounds] This formerly was moon, and the alteration is claimed by Mr. Theobald and Mr.Warburton : the opinion they fuppose our author alludes to, is, that the faltness of the sea is caused by several ranges or mounds of rock-lalt under water, with which resolving liquor the sea was impregnated. The whole of this seems to be a good deal in the manner of Anacreon's celebrated drinking ode, too well known to be inserted here,
(15) Metbinks, &c.] Sce Orbello, p. 160,