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What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord
Timon's ? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon's ? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feaft-won, fast-loft: one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
Tim. Come, sermon me no further. No villain's bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why doit thou weep? canst thou the conscience lack To think I shall lack friends ? fecure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the arguments of hearts by boitowing, Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak.
Flav. Assurance bless your thoughts ! (crowned,
Tim. And in some fort these wants of mine are That I account them bleflings; for by these Shall I try friends. You fhall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes: in my friends I'ın wealthy. Within there, ho! Flaminius, Servilius.! Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants.
Serv. My Lord, my Lord.
Tim. I will dispatch you severally, You to Lord Lucius—to Lord Lucullus you, I kunted with his Honour to day---you to Sempronius----commend me to their loves: and I am proud, say, that my occafions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money; let the request be fifty talents. Flam. As you have said,
Tim. Go you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flav, Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have VOL. X.
Deserved this hearing: bid 'em send o'th' instant
Flav. I've been bold,
Tim. Is't true? can't be?
Flav. They answer in a joint and corporate voice,
Tim. You gods reward them!
(15) Cold-moving nods,] All the editions exhibit thiefe as two distinct adjectives, to the prejudice of the Author's. ineaning; but they must be joined by a hyphen, and make a compound adjective out of a substantive and participle, and then we have the true sense of the place; coli-inoving, cold-provoking, nods fo discouraging that they chilled the very ardour of our petition, and froze us into filence. We meet with a compound, exactly formed like this, in King John, act second, where Lady Constance says;
His grandam's wrong, and not his mother's fhames,
Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others fo. [Exeunt.
SCENE, Lucullus's House in Athens.
FLAMINIUS waiting, Enter a Servant to him,
I HAVE told my Lord of you; he is coming down
Lord. Lucul. One of Lord Timon's men: a gift, I war rant -Why, this hits right: I dream'd of a silver bafon and ewre to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, Sir; fill
me some wine. And how does that honourable,
Lacul. I am right glad that his health is well, Sir; and what halt thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box, Sir, which, in my Lord's behalf, I come to entreat your lionour to supply; who having great and instant occafion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your
Lord Ship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present atlistance therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la,---Nothing doubting, says he? alas, good Lord, a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' dined with him, and told him on't; and come again to fupper to him, on purpose to have him spend less. And yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming; every man hath his fault, and honesty is his. I ha' told him on't, but I conld never get him from’t.
Enter a Servant with Wine.
Lucul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.
Fla:12. Your Lordship speaks your pleasure.
Lucul. I have observed thee always for a to-, wardly prompt spirit, give thee thy due; and one that knows what belongs to reason, and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in thee----Get you gone, firrah. [To the Servant, who goes out.] -Draw nearer, honest Flaminius; thy Lord's a bountiful gentleman, but thou arts wise, and thou knowest well enough (altho' thou
comest to me) that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. Here's three Solidarès for thee; good boy, wink at me, and say, thou faw'st me not. Fare thee well.
Flam. Is't pofGble the world should fo much differ, And we alive that lived? fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee.
[Throwing the money away. * Lucul. Ha! now I fee thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
[Exit Lucullus. Flam. May these add to the number that may
scald thee: Let molten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! Has friendihip such a faint and milky heart, It turus in less that two nights? O you gods ! I feel my master's paffion. This flave Unto this hour-has my Lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment, When he is turned to poison? O! may difeases only work upon't ; And when he's fick to death, let not that part Of nature, my Lord paid for, be of power To expel fickness, but prolong his hour! (16) [Exit.
(26) But prolong his hour !! Mr Pope, in both his editions, without any authority or reason affigned, has substituted or instead of but here, by which the sense is enfeebled, and the servant only made to say, Let my master's meat in bis belly, when he comes to be fick, neither be of force to expel his fickness, por to put off the time of his death one hour. Whereas but finely exaggerates the servant's intended curfe to this effect : Let diseases only work upon that food in him, which my master paid for; let it not prove a nutriment able to expel ihe malady; but, on the contrary, the fewel to bis distemper, and the means of prolonging his torture!