And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.

Cym. This hath some seeming.
Thou art my brother ; so we'll hold thee ever. Sooth. The loity cedar, royal Cymbeline,

(To Belarius. Personates thee; and thy lopp'd branches point
Imo. You are my father too ; and did relieve me, Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen,
To see this gracious season.

For many years thought dead, are now revived,
Cym. All o'erjoy'd,

To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Promises Britain peace and plenty.
For they shall taste our comfort.

Cym. Well,
Imo. My good master,

My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, I will yet do you service.

Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar,
Luc. Happy be you!

And to the Roman empire ; promising
Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
He would have well becomed this place, and We were dissuaded by our wicked queen ;
graced

Whom heavens, in justice (both on her, and hers), The thankings of a king.

Have laid most heavy hand. Post. I am, Sir,

Sooth. The tingers of the powers above do lune The soldier that did coinpany these three

The harmony of this peace. The vision
In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for

Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
The purpose I then follow'd ;-That I was he, Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Speak, lachimo ; I had you down, and might Is full accomplish'd : for the Roman eagle,
Have inade you finish.

From south to west on wing soaring alost, luch. I am down again :

{Kneeling. Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, So vanish'd : which foreshew'd our princely eagle, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech The imperial Cæsar, should again unite

His favour with the radiant Cynıbeline,
Which y so often ove: but, your ring first! Which shines here in the west.
And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Cym. Laud we the gods ;
That ever swore her faith.

And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Post. Kneel not to me :

From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace
The power that I have on you, is to spare you , To all our subjects. Set we forward : let
The inalice towards you, to forgive you : Live, A Roman and a British ensign wave
And deal with others better.

Friendly together : so through Lud's town march : Cym. Nobly doom'd :

And in the temple of great Jupiter We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;

Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts. Pardon's the word to all.

Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Arv. You holp us, Sir,

Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. As you did mean indeed to be our brother:

(Eseunt. Joy'd are we, that you are. Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of

Rome,
Call forth your soothsayer : as I slept, methought,

SONG,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,

SUNC BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, Appear'd lo me, with other spritely shows.

SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. oi mine own kindred : when I waked, I found This label on my bosom ; whose containiag

BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS. Is so from sense in hardness, that I can

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, Make no collec:ion of it ; let him shew

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring His skill in the construction.

Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
Luc. Philarmionus,

And rifle all the breathing spring.
Sooth. Here, my good lord.
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

No wailing ghost shall dare appear
Sooth. (Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to

To ver with shrieks this quiet grove ; himself unknown, without seeking find, and be em- But shepherd lads assemble here, braced by a piece of tender air: and then from a And melting virgins own their love. slutely cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being No wither'd witch shall here be seen, dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to No goblins lead their nightly crew : the old stock, and freshly grow ; then shall Post

The female says shall haunt the green, humus end his mistries, Britain be fortunate, and

And dress thy gruve with pearly dew. flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonalus, art the lion's whelp ;

The red-breast oft at evening hours, The fit and apt construction of thy name,

Shall kindly lend his little aid, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much:

With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, To deck the ground where thou art laid.

(To Cymbeline.

When howling winds, and beating rain, Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer

In tempest shake the sylvan cell;
We termi it mulier : which mulier I divine,

Or midsi the choce on every plain,
Is this most constant wife ; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,

The tender thought on thee shadi duell.
Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Each lonely scene shall thee restore ,
With this most lender air.

For thee the tear be duly shed :

Beloved, till life could charm no more ; • Ghostly appearances.

+ En:braced. And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.

it were, To He passes I.

vile,

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
ACT I.

Here is a touch; is'i good ?

Poet. I'll say of it,
SCENE 1.-Athens.-A Hall in Timon's llouse. It tutors nature : artificial strife.

Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Eater Poet, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and
others, ut several Deors.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Poet. Good day, Sir.

Pain. How this lord's follow'd ! Pain. I am glad you are well.

Poet. The senators of Athens :–Happy men ! Poet. I bave not seen you long ; how goes the Pain. Look, more! world?

Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.

visitors. Poet. Ay, that's well known:

I have, in this rough work, shaped ont a man, But what particular rarily! What strange,

Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Which manifold record not natches? See,

With amplest entertainment : my free drift Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Halts not particularly t, but moves itself Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. In a wide sea of wax : no levellid malice Pain. I know them both : l'other's a jeweller.

Infects one comma in the course I hold; Mer. 0, 'tis a worthy lord!

But flies an eagle fighi, bold, and forth on,
Jtw. Nay, that's most lix'd.

Leaving no track behind.
Mer. A most incontparable man; breath'd *, as Pain. How shall I understand you ?

Poet. I'll unbolt I to you. an antirable and continuate + goodness :

You see how all conditions, how all minds

(As well of glıb and siippery creatures, as Jew. I have a jewel here.

Of grave and austere quality), tender down Mer. 0, pray, let's see't: for the lord Timon, Sir? Their services to lord Timon his large fortune, Jetc. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that. Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Poet. When we for recompense have praised the Subdues and properties to his love and tendance

All sorts of hearts ; yea, from the glass-faced flatIt stains the glory in that happy verse

terers, Which aptly sings the good.

To Apemantus, that few things loves better Mer. 'Tis a good forni. (Looking at the Jeuel. Than to abhor himself: even he drops down Jew. And rich : liere is a water, look you.

The knee before him, and retarus in peace Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some worn, some de. Most rich in Timon's nod. dication

Pain. I saw them speak together. To the great lord.

Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Feignid Fortune to be throned: the base of the is as a gom, which oozes

mount From whence 'lis nouristid: the fire i' the nine Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Shews not, till it be truck; our gentle flame That labour on the bosom of this sphere Prorokes itself, and, like the current, flies To propagate their stales il: amongst them all, Each bound it 'chares.

What have you there? Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, Pain. A pictare, Sir.–And when comes your One do I personate of lord Tinion's frame, book forth

Whom Fortune with her ivory band wafls to her ; Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment ý, Sir. Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Let's see your piece.

Translates his rivals. Pain. 'Í'is a good piece.

Pain. 'Tis conceived to scope. Peet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. This throne, this Fortune, and this will, methinks, Pain. Indifferent.

With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Poet. Admirable : How this grace

Bowing his head against the steepy mount Speaks his own standing ! What a mental power To climb his happiness, would be well expressed

eye shoots forth ! How big inagination In our condition. Moves in this lip! 10 the dumbness of the gesture One might interprel

• i. e. The contest of art with nature.

+ My design does not stop at any particular cha. * Innred by constant practice.

racter. Por continual.

Open, explain. 11. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds, One who shews by reflection the looks of his As soon as my bock lias been presented to patron.

A To advance their conditions of life,

Our

poesy

Timon.

mise.

Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:

T'im. This gentleman of miloe hath served m All those which were his fellows but of late

long; (Some better than his value), on the moment To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Follow his strides, his lobbies till with tendance, For 'tis a bond in meni. Give him thy daughter: Rain sacrificial whisperings in lns ear,

What you beslow, in him I'll counterpuise,
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him And make him weigh with her.
Dunkt the free air.

Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Puin. Ay, marry, what of these?

Pawni me to this your honour, slie is his. Poet. When Fortune, in hier shift and change of Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my pro

mood, Spurns down licr late-beloved, all his dependants,

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may Which labour'd after him to the niountain's top, That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Which is not owed to you! Not one accompanying his declining fout.

(Ereunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Pain. 'Tis common :

Poel. Vouchsate my labour, and long live your A thousand pioral paintings I ran shew,

lordship! That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Tim. I liauk you: you shall hear from me anon : More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well Go not away.-What have you there, my friend? To shew lord Timon, that mean eyes I have seen Puin. A piece of painting, which I do beseech The foot above the head.

Your lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome. Trumpets sound.-Enter Timon, attended; the

The painting is almost the natural man; SERVANT OF VENTIDIUs talking with him. For since dishonour traflies with man's nature, Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you !

He is but outside : these pencil'd figures are Ven. Serv. Ay, my good loid : five talents is his Even such as they give out.. Uike your work ; delt;

And you stiail lind, I like it : wait attendance
His means most short, his creditors most strait : Till you hear further from me.
Your honourable letter he desires

Pain. The gods preserve you!
To those have shut him up; which falling to liin, Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : give me your
Perio huis comfort.

hand; Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;

We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel I am not of that feather, to shake off

Hath suffer'd under praise.
My friend when he must need me. I do know him Jou. What, my lord? Dispraise?
A gentleman, that well deserves a help,

Tim. A meer satiety of commendations. Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free If I should pay you for'i as 'tis extollid, him.

It would unclew+ me quite. Ven. Serr. Your loudship ever.binds bim.

Jew. My lord, 'uis rated Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ran. As those, rinichi sell, would give : but you well some ;

know, And, being enfranchised, bid iim come to me: Things of like value, differing in the owners, Tis not enough to help the feelle op,

Are prized by their masters : believe't, dcar lord, But to support him arter.-Fare you well.

Yon mend tie jewel by wearing it. Ven. Sirv. All happiness to your honour! (Exit. Tim. Well mochid.

Mer. No, my good lord ; he speaks the common Enter an OLD ATHENIAN.

tongue, old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.

Which all men speak with him. Tim. Freely, food father.

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ? Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

Enter TEMASTI'S.
Tim. I have so: What of him?
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the inan before

Jew. We will bear with your lordship.
three.

Mer, lle'll pare none. Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius !

Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus 1

Apom. Till I be gentle, stay for the good morrow; Enter Lucilics.

Wlien thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves ho. Luc. Here, at your lord ship's service.

nest. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou creature,

know'st them not. By night frequents my house. I am a man

Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
That from my first have been inclined to thrist: Tim. Yes.
And my estate deserves an beir more raised,

Apem. Then I repent not.
Than one which holds a trencher.

Jou. You know ine, Apemantus. T'im. Weli; what further?

A pumi. Thou knowest, I do; i call'd thee by thy Old Ath. One only daughter hare I, no kin else,

name. On whom I may confer what I have got:

Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like And I have bred her al my dearest cost,

Timon. In qualities of the best. This mian of ihine

Tim. Whither art going? Attempes her love : 1 priythee, noble lord,

Apem. To knock ont an honest Athenian's brains. Jom with me to forbid him her resort;

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Myself lave spone in vain,

Apem. Right, it doing nothing be death by the Tim. The man is honest.

law. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:

Tim. How likest thou this picture, A pemantus ? His honesty rewards him in itselt,

Apen. The best, ter the innocence. It must not bear my daughter.

Tim. Wronglat he not well that painted it? Tim. Does she love him?

Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; Old Ath. She is young, and apt:

and yet he's Lut a tilthy piece of work. Our own precedent passions do instruct us

Pain. You are a dog. What levity's in youth.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation ; what's Tim. (To Lucilius.] Love you the maid?

she, if I be a dog? Lur. Ay, my good lord, and alle accepts of it. Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Old Ath. It in her inarriage my consent be mis- Apem. No; I cat not lords. sing,

Tim. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies. I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Azim. O, they eat lords ; so they come by great Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, beilies. And dispossees her all.

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Tim. flow shall she be endow'l.

Aquem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy If she be mated with an equal fusband ?

labol. Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, ail,

Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they

profess lo be. . Thisperings of officious servility.

+ To unclew a man, is to draw out the whole mass + Inhale.

1 1. e. Inferior spectators. of his fortunes.

thee!

Tun. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? | Is bat his steward: no moed, bullie repays Apern. Not so well as plain-dealing", which will Sevenfold above itself; no gilt to hum, not cost a man a doit.

But breeds the giver a return exceeding
Tim. What dost thou think 'uis worth?

All use of quittance t.
Apem. Not worth my thinking.--llow now, poet? | Lord. The noblest mind he carries,
Puct. How now, philosopher ?

That ever goveru'd man. ápem. Thou liest.

2 Lord. Long inay he live in fortunes! Shall vo Pert. Ait not one ? Azim. Yes.

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

(Ereunt. Put. Then I ile not. irem. Art not a poet i

SCEVE II.-The same.- A Room of Slate in Peet. Yes,

Timon's House. Apem. Then thou jest: look in any last work, Hautboys playing loud Music.-A great Banquet slere ihou last feign'd him a worthy Icllow. Port. That's not teip n'd, he is so.

served in; Fluvius and others attending; then Agein, Yos, hie is worthy of thee, and to pay thee

enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, LUCULLUS, for ihy labour: be, that loves to be falteit, is

SEMPRONTUS, and other Athenian Senators, with werthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a

VENTI DIC's, and Allendunts:- Then comes, drop lord!

ping ter ull, A PEMANTUS, di contentedly. Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus !

Ven. Moue honou'd Timon, 't hath pleased the Ayem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord

gods remember with my heart.

My father's age, and call him to long peace. Tim. Whai, thyself?

He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Apem. Ay.

Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
Tran. Wherefore !

To your free heart, I do return those talents, Aper. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.- Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose Art not thou a merchant 1

help Ver. Ay, Apemantus.

I derived liberty.
Apei. Trattic confound thee, if the gods will Tim. 0, by no means,

Honest Veniidius: you mistake my love;
Ner. If traffic do it, the gods do it

I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound Can truly say, he gives, if he receives:

If our betters play at that ganie, we must not dare

To imitate them; faults that are rich, are lair.
Trumpets sound.-Enter a SERVANT.

Ven. A noble spirit.
Tim. What trumpet's that?

(They vill stand ceremoniously looking on Serv. Tis Alcibiades, and

Timon.
Some twenty horse, all of companionship.

Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give theni guide to

Was but devised at first, to set a gloss
us.-
(Ereunt some Attendants.

On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Recanting goodness, sorry ere "ris shewn ;
Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, But where there is true friendship, there needs
Shew nie this picce:-I am joyful of your sights. - Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Enter ALCIPIADES, uith his Company.

Than my fortunes to me.

(They sit.

1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Most welcome, Sir!

[They salute

Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? Hang'd it, have you Apem. So, só; there !

not? Aelies contract and starve your supple joints !

Tim. 0, Apemantus !-you are welcome. That 'here should be small love 'mongst these

Apem. No, sweet knaves,

You shall not make me welcome : And all this couil'sy! The strain of man's bred out

I come to have thee thrust me ont of doors. lolo baboon anıt monkey +.

T'im. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a hu. Hicio. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I

mour there feed

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame ; on your sight.

They say, my lords, tai ira furor brevis est, Tia. Righi welcome, Sir:

But yond' man's ever angry. Pre we depait, we'll share a bounteous time Go, let him have a table by himself; la different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. For he does neither afiect company,

(Ereunt all but Apemantus. Nor is he fit for it, indeed. Enter tuo Lords.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon ;

I come to observe ; I give thee warning on't. I Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ?

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe. Apem. Time to be honest.

nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no i Lord. That time serves still.

power; pythee, let my nieat make thee silent. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st Apem. I scorn ihy nieat; 'would choke me, for it.

I should 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a number Apem. Ay; to see meat till knaves, and wine Of men eat Timon, and he spes them not! heat fools.

It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat 2. Lord, Faie thee well, fare thee well.

In one man's blood ; and all the maduess is,
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. He cheers them up ious.
2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?

I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men : dipem. Shouidst hare kept one to thyself, for I Methinks they should invite them without knives ; hean to give thee none.

Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. I Lord. Hang thyself.

There's much example fort; the fellow, that Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and they requests to thy friend.

pledges
2 Lard, Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn The breath of him in individed draught,

Is the readiest nian to kill him: it has been proreda
Apem. I will fiy, like a dog, the heels of the ass. If I

(Luil. Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; I Lord. He's opposite to bumanily. Come, shall ve in,

• Meed here means desort. And laste loud Timon's bounty? he outgoes

+ i. €. All the customary returns made in dis The very heart of kindness

charge of obligations.
? Lord. He pours it out; Plutns, the god of gold, 1 Anger is a short madness.

The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to Alluding to the proverb :--Plain dealing is a pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an ani. Jewel, but they who use it beggars.

mal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the * Man is degenerated; hja sirain or lineage is animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them Nojn down into a monkey.

to tlie chace.

Hot hongrily

thee hence.

not

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous

Enter CUPID. notes: Great men should drink with harness on their That of his bounties taste!-The five best senses

Cupid. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ; and to all throats.

Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely Tim. My lord, in heartt; and let the health go To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : the ear, round.

Taste, louch, smell, all pleased from thy table rise : 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.

They only now come but to least thine eyes. Apem. Flow this way!

Tim. They are welcome all, let them have kind A brave fellow !-he keeps his tides well. Timon, admittance: Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look Music, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. ill.

I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,

beloved. Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire : This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. Music.-Re-enter Cupid, rrith a masque of LADIES Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. as Amazons, with Lutes in their Hands, dancing

and playing. APEMANTUS's Grace.

Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes Immortal gods, I crave no pell:

this way! I pray for no man, but myself:

They dance! they are mad women. Grant 1 may never prove so fond,

Like madness is the glory of this lite, To trust man on his oath or bond;

As this pomp she w' to a little oil, and root. Or a harlot, for her weeping;

We inake ourselves tools, wo disport ourselves; Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ;

And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Or a keeper with my freedom

;

l'pon whose age we void it up again. Or my friends, ' I should need 'em.

With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's Amen. So fall io't: Rich men sin, and I eat root.

Depraved, or depraves? Who dies, that bears (Euts and drinks. Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift

I should fear, those thal dance before me now Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Would one day stamp upon ine : It has been done ; Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field Men shut their doors against a setting sun. now.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of

Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of ene. Timon ; and, to shew their loves, each singles orer mnies, than a dinner of friends.

an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, lofty Strain or tuo to the Hautboys, and cease. there's no meat like them; I could wish ny best Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace. friend at such a feast.

fair ladies, Apem. 'Would all those fatterers were thine ene

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, mies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and

Which was not halt so beautiful and kind; bid me to 'em.

You have added worth imlo't, and lively lustre, I Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my

And entertain'd me with mine own device ; Jord, that you would once use our hearts, where I am to thank you for it. we might express some part of our zeals we should

1 Lady. My lord, you take as even at the best. think ourselves for ever perfect 6.

Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy ; and would Tim. 0, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods not hold laking, I doubt me. themselves have provided that I shall have much

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet lielp from you : How had you been my friends else? Autends you please you to dispose yourselves. Why have you that charitablei uitle from thou.

All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. sands, Jid you not chiefly belong to my lieart? I

(Ereuni Cupid, and Ladies. have told more of you to myself, than you can Tim. Flavius, with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus

Flav. My lord. far I contirm you. O, you gods, think I, what

Tim. The little casket bring me hither. need we have any friends, it we should never

Flav. Yes, my lord.—More jewels yet! have need of them? they were the most needless

. There is no crossing him in his humour; (Aside. creatures living, should we ne'er have use for

Else I should tell him,- Well,-i'tailli, I should, them; and would most resemble sweet instru. When all's spent, he'd be crossid • then, an he menis hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to

conid. themselves. Why, I have often wisti'd myself 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind ;, poorer, that I mighi come nearer to you. We are

Thai man mighi ne'er be wretched for his mine! t. born to do bevetils : and what better or properer

(Erit, and returns with the Casket. can we call our own, than the riches of our friends! 1 Lord. Where be our men ? 0, what a precious confort 'lis, to have so many, Serr. Here, my lord, in readiness. like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!

2 Lord. Our horses. O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine

Tim. () my friends, I hare one word eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget to say to you :-- Look you, my good lord, I must their faults, I drink to you.

Entreal you, honour me so much, as to Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.

Advance this jewel; 2'Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, Accepi, and wear it, kind my lord. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung np.

I Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bas

All. Su are we all. tard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, yon moved me

Enter a SERVANT. much.

Serr. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Apem. Much.

(Tucket sounded.

Senate
Tim. What means that trump?-How now ? Newly alighted, and come to visit you,

Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Enter a SERVANT.

Flav. I beseech your honour, Serr. Please you, my lord, there are certain Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you hear. ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear T'in. Ladies? What are their wills?

thec: Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my ! prythee, let us be provided lord, which bears that office, to signify their piea. To shiew them entertainment.

Flav. I scarce know how. sores. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Enter another SERVANT. • Armour. + With sincerity. Foolisti, ? Serr. May it please your honour, the lord $1. e. Arrived at the perfection of happiness.

Lucius, luch, was formerly an expression of coniempo ing to the piece or silver money called a cross

Shakspeare plage on the word crossed : allud. tuous admiration.

For his pobleness of soul.

(Aside.