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whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward!
SCENE IX.—Another part of the field.
Enter Hbctor. Hect. Most putriiled core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done! 1*11 take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and deatJ I
[Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, bow the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man 1 seek. [hector falls.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy bent, thy sinews, and thy bone.— On, Myrmidons: and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector stain.
[A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler t like, the armies separates. My half &upp'd sword, that frankly J would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty hit, thus goes to bed.
[.Sheaths his sword, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the Held I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
SCENE X.—The same.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, NesTor, Diokeues, and others marching Shouts within.
Again. Hark! hark! what shout is that T Nest. Peace, drums. [Within} Achilles 1 Achilles I Hector's stain I Achilles I Dio. The bruit § is—Hector's slain and b.« Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bmgless let it be;
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.—
SCENE XT.—Another fart of the field.
Enter Annus and Trojans. JEnc Stand, hoi yet are we masters of the field:
Stvt" go home: here starve we out the uight.
* TdUc not thii srivniilagc. f Au arl>iliDtor M Ath'vrir c»mc*. J Fattening, j Nbitt, tunout.
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy 1
bat mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.— Strike a free march to Troy!—with comfort go; Hope of revenge shall bide our iuward woe.
Exeunt Jeneas and Trojans.
As Troilus is going out, enter from the other sidet Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you I Tro. Hence, broker lackey I iguomy J aud shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye$ with thy name I Exit Tkoili's.
Pan. A goodly med'eiue for my aching bones!—O world I world I world I thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how il requited 1 Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the peformuuee so loathed f what verse for it! what instance for it?—Let me see :—
Full merrrly the humble-bee doth sing, Till he bath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail. Sweet honey aud sweet notes together fail.— Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted dot lis. t|
As many as be here of Pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for vour aching boues. Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made;
It should be now, but that my fear is this,— Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Aud, at that time, bequeath vu my diseases.
• F.vcr. t Pitchcn. t Ignominy. f F.»er. 1 Cam a* hnngiugt for room* quitted n lb eml»!*Bii
Timon. ■ say to Athens, Poet. Admirable. How this grace
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Speaks his own standing! What a mental power
Upon the beached verge of4he salt flood. This eye shoots forth! How big imagination
Which once a day with his embossed froth Moves in this lip!
The turbulent surge shall cover. Act I. Scene L
Timon. Wherefore, ere this time, Flam. Is't possible, the world should so much
Have you not fully laid my state before mer differ;
That 1 might so have rated my expense, And we alike, that liv'dT Fly, damned baseness,
As I had leave of means. To him that worships thee.
Act II. Scene II. Act III. Scene I.
Timon. Nothing I'll bear from thee, Sold. What's on this tomb I cannot read; the
But nakedness, thou detectable town! character
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns! Ill take in wax.
Act IV. Scene I. Act V. Scene IV, TIMON OF ATHENS.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS pixy* which contaiut many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt postages w» written about the year W10, i.nd was probably suggested by a passage In Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter promises to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, aud inveighing against the ingratitude ofhis friends. The rinding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, cllcd Timon'i Totter. Thryula, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that exquisitely beautiful Phrvtt, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn ber for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiadei, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iutrepldity of a general, aud the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. I's relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as '*a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art ; but the iucideuts are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which icattcri bounty, but confers no benefit!, and buys flattery but not friendship."
SCENE I.—Athens.—A Hall in Timon's
Enter Pokt.paikter, Jeweller, Merchant,
Poet. Good day, Sir.
Pain. I am glad yon are well.
Poet. I have not seen you Ions. IIoW the world f
Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
Poet. Ay, that's well known:
Pain. I know them both ; foUia's a jeweller.
Mer. Oh I Us a worthy lord.
Jew. Nay, that's most flx'd.
Ater. A most incomparable man ; brcatu'd, *
Jew. I have a jewel here.
1 Goes bey on it common liwundt.
Mer. O pray let's see't: Tor the lord Timon
Jew. If be would touch the estimate: But, fur
Poet. It hen ti e for recompense hare prals'd
It stains the glory in that happy t erse
Mer. Tis a good form.
\lA>oking at the .level.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you.
Pain. Yon arc rapt, Sir, in some wot ft, some
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Pain. A picture, Sir.—And when comes your
Poet, i i the heels of my presentment * Sir.
Let's sec your piece.
Poet* Admirable: How this grace Speaks Ills own standing! wliat a mental power This eye shoots fortli 1 bow big imagination Moves in this lip I to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Poet. I'll bay of it,
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace aud hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Pain. How shall I understaud you?
Poet. I'll unbolt t to you. You see bow all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Upon his good and gracious uature hanging. Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac'd flatterer $
To Apeuiantus, that few things loves better
Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. Sir, 1 have upon a high and pleasant bill,
Feigu'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'lhe mount
is ratik'd with all deserts, all kind of natures.
Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks,
Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on: All those which were his fellows but of late, (Some better than bis value,) on the moment Follow his strides, bis lobbies till with teudance Rain sacrificial whisperings U in his ear, Make sacred eveu his stirrup, aud through him Drink •• the free air.
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet. When Fortune iu her shift and change of mood, [ants, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependWhirh labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Eveu on their knees aud hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain, 'lis common:
* The coolest of art with nature. i Mr poem doea not allude to ativ particular character. J Explain. t Shewing, oa a elu>i doei by reflection, fhri looki of hit patron. | To advance their con
iLitiuii* of lilt. «J M*liiiprri<ifM| of offioium «er«illtr.
Imprisou'd is he, say you?
my good lord: Ave talents is
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well. To show lord Timon, that mean eyes • have The foot above the head [seen
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Servant of Yentidids talking with him.
Ven, Serv. Ay, his debt;
His means most short, his creditors most strait: Your houourable letter he desires [him, To those have shut him up; which failiug to Periods his comfort.
Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather to shake off* [him My friend when he must need me- I do know A gentleman that well deserves a help. Which be shall have : I'll pay the debt, and free him.
Yen. A'erv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: 1 will «eud his
Aud, being eufiancbis'd, bid him to come to me :—
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up.
Enter an old Athenian.
Tim. 1 have so: What of him I
On whom I may confer what I have got:
Old Ath. If iu her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Tim. How shall she be endow'd.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath scrv'd m« long:
To build his fortune, 1 will strain a little,