That of his bounties taste !—The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron, and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. The ear,
Taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from thy table rise';
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Tim. They are welcome all.—Let them have kind ad-

mittance :
Music, make their welcome.

[Exit CUPID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how amply y'are belov’d. Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons,

with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing.
Apem. Hey day!
What a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance! they are mad women'.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves ;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again
With poisonous spite, and envy.
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift ?
I should fear, those, that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and,

to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and

cease.

THE EAR, Taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from thy table rise ;] This is Warburton's ingenious emendation of a difficult passage, which in the old copies runs thus :

“ There taste, touch, all pleas'd from thy table rise." Warburton's restoration of the text (for such it merits to be called) makes four of the senses to be gratified at Timon's table, while the fifth is to be delighted by the coming mask. Coleridge, in his Lit. Rem., Vol. ii. p. 147, adverting to Warburton's change, truly says, " This is indeed an excellent emendation."

1- they are mad women.] In allusion to their dancing, which, Apemantus pretends, proceeds from insanity. Among other passages Steevens aptly cited the following from Cicero pro Muræna, 6 :- Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit. Stubbes, in his “ Anatomy of Abuses," 8vo, 1583, Sign. O, has this marginal note, “ Dauncers thought mad-men."

VOL. V.

Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful and kind : You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre', And entertain'd me with mine own device; I am to thank you for it.

1 Lady. My lord', you take us ever at the best.

Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet Attends you: please you to dispose yourselves. All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.

[Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies.
Tim. Flavius!
Flav. My lord.
Tim.

The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord. [Aside.] More jewels yet !
There is no crossing him in his humour;
Else I should tell him,-well,-i' faith, I should :
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

[Exit, and returns with the casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men ? Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses ! Tim.

Oh, my friends!
I have one word to say to you. Look you, my good lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel ; accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
All. So are we all.

' - and LIVELY lustre,] The folio, 1632, inserts " lively" before “lustre,” required by the metre. We may not unreasonably suspect that many other words had dropped out, or been omitted in this part of the play, especially in the last speech of Apemantus, where some lines rhyme, and others do not rhyme for want of missing portions.

3 | Lady. My lord,] This speech is assigned in the old copies to 1 Lord, but no doubt, as Johnson suggested, by mistake ; the error having arisen from the circumstance, that in the old MS. 1 L. was the prefix, the single letter being employed to denote either Lady or Lord. The expression used by the 1 Lady, in the folios, is "you take us even at the best ;" but in the corr. fo. 1632 even is altered to "ever," the meaning being, that Timon always puts the best construction on what is done to please him : see “ever at the best" on p. 254,

Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Flav.

I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word : it does concern you near.

Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee :
I pr’ythee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.
Flar. I scarce know how.

[Aside.

Enter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents

Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd.—How now! what news ?

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him ; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,
Not without fair reward.
Flav. [ Aside.

What will this come to ?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer:
Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this,
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises fly so beyond his state,
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For every word: he is so kind, that he now
Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office,
Before I were forc'd out!
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such as do even enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.

[Exit. Tim.

You do yourselves Much wrong: you bate too much of your own merits.Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it. 3 Lord. Oh! he's the very soul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave
Good words the other day of a bay courser
I rode on: it is your's, because you lik’d it.

2 Lord. Oh! I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my lord : I know no man Can justly praise, but what he does affect : I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; I'll tell you true. I'll call to you. AU Lords.

Oh! none so welcome. Tim. I take all, and your several visitations, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give: Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary.—Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich : It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field. Alcib.

Ay, defil'd land, my lord'. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim.

And so
Am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear’d, —
Tim. All to you.—Lights! more lights !
1 Lord.

The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon.
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c. Apem.

What a coil's here !
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs' be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship’s full of dregs :
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I'd be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortlyo : what need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ?

Tim. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music.

[Exit. Apem. So thou wilt not hear me now, Thou shalt not then’; I'll lock thy heaven from thee. Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

ACT II. SCENE I.

The Same. A Room in a Senator's House.

Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.
Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore
He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum,
Which makes it five-and-twenty-Still in motion
Of raging waste ? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight,
A stable o' horses". No porter at his gate;