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That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves
Art thou proud yet?
I, that I was
Tim. I, that I am one now;
[Eating a Root. Арет. .
Here; I will mend thy feast.
[Offering him something. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of
Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.] Dryden has quoted two verses of Virgil to show how well he could have written satires. Shakspeare has here given a specimen of the same power by a line bitter beyond all bitterness, in which Timon tells Apemantus, that he had not virtue enough for the vices which he condemns. I have heard Mr. Burke commend the subtilty of discrimination with which Shakspeare distinguishes the present character of Timon from that of Apemantus, whom to vulgar eyes he would now resemble. JOHNSON.
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were.
Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ?
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Apem. Here is no use for gold.
The best, and truest :
Apem. Where ly’st o'nights, Timon?
Under that's above me.
Apem. Where my stomach finds meat;'or, rather, where I eat it.
Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew
Apem. Where would'st thou send it?
Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity ;8 in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means?
Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved ?
Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
I---for too much curiosity;] i.e. for too much finical delicacy.
Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?
Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the things themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
Apem. Ay, Timon.
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner : wert thou the unicorn,” pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were remotion;' and thy defence, absence. What beast could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast ? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation ?
the unicorn, &c.] The account given of the unicorn is this: that he and the lion being enemies by nature, as soon as the lion sees the unicorn he betakes himself to a tree: the uni. corn in his fury, and with all the swiftness of his course, running at him, sticks his horn fast in the tree, and then the lion falls upon him and kills him.
were remotion;] i. e. removal from place to place; or perhaps, remoteness.
Apem. If thou could’st please me with speaking to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way: When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus.
Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.?
Tim. If I name thee.
Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off!
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
'Would thou would'st burst! Tim.
Away, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose A stone by thee.
[Throws a Stone at him. Apem.
Slaye! Арет. .
Toad ! Tim.
Rogue, rogue, rogue! [APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going. I am sick of this false world; and will love nought
• Thou art the cap, &c.] The top, the principal. The remain. ing dialogue has more malignity than wit. Johnson.
But even the mere necessities
[Looking on the Gold.
'Would 'twere so ;
Throng'd to ? Арет.
Ay. Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. Арет.
Live, and love thy misery ! Tim. Long live so, and so die!—I am quit.
[Erit APEMANTUS. More things like men ?—Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
Enter Thieves. i Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder: The mere want of gold, and the fallingfrom of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. O thou touch of hearts!] Touch, for touchstone.