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To the protection of the prosperous gods,⚫
Flav. Stay not, all's in vain.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
It will be seen to-morrow; My long sickness
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
And last so long enough!
1 Sen. We speak in vain.
And made us speak like friends :—this man was riding
From Alciabiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of entreaty, which imported
Enter SENATORS from TIMON.
1 Sen. Here come our brothers.
2 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.fing,
Tim. But yet I love my country and am not The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scourOne that rejoices in the common wreck,
As common bruit doth put it.
1 Sen. That's well spoke.
Tim. Commend me to my loving country
1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass through them.
2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them;
And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs,
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall find him.
Tim. Come not to me again: but say to
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done bis
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us re-
And strain what other means is left unto us
3 Sen. It requires swift foot.
Doth choke the air with dust in and prepare;
SCENE IV.-The Woods.-TIMON'S Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen.
Enter a SOLDIER, seeking TIMON.
Sol. By all description this should be the place.
Who's here? speak, ho!-No answer ?-What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span:
Our captain hath in every figure skill;
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush +
1 Sen. Noble and young,
2 Sen. So did we woo
[Exeunt. Transformed Timon to our city's love,
SCENE III.-The Walls of Athens. Enter two SENATORS, and a MESSENGER. 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his
As full as thy report?
Mess. I have spoke the least: Besides, his expedition promises Present approach.
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient
Whom, though in general part we were oppos'd, Yet our old love made a particular force,
The gods who especially dispense prosperity.
1 Sen. These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such, Than these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out; Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, Into our city with thy banners spread : By decimation, and a tithed death, (If thy revenges hunger for that food, Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd tenth;
And by the hazard of the spotted die,
1 Sen. All have not offended;
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile. Than hew to't with thy sword.
1 Sen. Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope:
2 Sen. Throw thy glove.
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, And not as our confusion, all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire.
Alcib. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports ;+ Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more and,-to atone your fears With my more noble meaning,-not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be remedied, to your public laws At heaviest answer.
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. The SENATORS descend, and open the Gates. Enter a SOLDIER.
Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea: And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which With wax I brought away, whose soft impressio Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left!
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our drop. lets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Prescribe to other, as each other's letch.
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THIS play, the authorship of which has been much disputed, was probably written about the year 1608. Pope ranks it among "the wretched pieces," which cannot be attributed to Shakspeare; but Malone, who divided it into scenes, considers the internal evidence, (such as the congenial sentiments, the situation of the persons, the colour of the style, and the similitude of its expressions, to passages in his undisputed dramas) suffici ently decisive as to his having written the last three acts, and occasional portions of the preceding two. Indeed, unless it be considered as the production of some inferior playwright, amended by Shakspeare, an earlier date must be assigned to its production, than acknowledged authorities will warrant; for no play in the English language is so incorrect as this---the metre is seldom attended to---verse is frequently printed as prose---and the grossest errors appear throughout. With all these faults, however, it is mentioned as a very popular per formance; and may still be read with pleasure; for it abounds with situations of difficulty and danger, is full of bustle and vivacity, the interest never lags, and the results are all gratifying. Some of the dialogues are nevertheless gross and nonsensical---those which take place in the brothel are superlatively disgusting, nor can they be excusedby the moral intended to be drawn from them. Steevens, upon this portion, has judiciously remarked, that Marina, who is designed for a character of juvenile innocence, appears much too knowing in the impurities of a brothel; nor are her expressions more chastised than her ideas. The unities of time and place are equally outraged the action of the piece is alternately occurring at Antioch in Syria---Tyre in Phoenicia Tarsus in Cilicia---Mitylene in the island of Lesbos---and Ephesus the capital of Ionia. The story on which the play is founded, is of great antiquity; but the dramatic hero bears no resemblance to his great Athenian namesake. It is taken from the history of Appolonius, king of Tyre, in the Gesta Romanorum, a very old book; which is also related by Gower, in his Confessio Amantís, a poem. Many incidents of the play may be found in the latter work, and even a few of its particular expressions; and, therefore, as Gower himself is introduced, (like the chorus of old) it is reasonable to suppose that Shakspeare chiefly followed the work of that poet.
Before the Palace of Antioch.
To sing a song of old was sung,
To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
If you, born in these latter tines,
When wit's more ripe, accept my raymes,
I life would wish and that I might,
(I tell you what mine authors say :)
• Wife, the word signifies a mate or companion † Accounted.