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Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following.
TIM. What, are my doors oppos'd against my
Have I been ever free, and must my house
The place, which I have feafted, does it now,
TIT. My lord, here is my
LUC. SERV. Here's mine.
HOR. SERV. And mine, my 5
BOTH VAR. SERV. And ours, my lord.
PHI. All our bills.
TIM. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to
Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord. ] In the old copy this speech is given to Varro. I have given it to the fervant of Hortenfius, (who would naturally prefer his claim among the reft,) because to the following speech in the old copy is prefixed, 2. Var. which from the words fpoken And ours, my lord. meant, I conceive, the tuo fervants of Varro. In the modern editious this latter fpeech is given to Caphis, who is not upon the flage. MALONE.
This whole fcene perhaps was ftrialy metrical, when it came from Shakspeare; but the prefent ftate of it is fuch, that it cannot be reftored but by greater violence than an editor may be allowed to employ. I have therefore given it without the leaft attempt at arrangement. STEEVENS.
6 Knock me down with 'em. ] Timon quibbles. They prefent their written bills; he catches at the word, and alludes to the bills or battle-axes, which the ancient foldiery carried, and were fill used by the watch in Shakspeare's time. See the scene between Dogberry, &c. in Much Ado about Nothing; Vol. VI. p. 303, n. 6. Again, in Heywood's If you know not me you know nobody, 1633, Second Part, Sir John Gresham fays to his creditors: "Friends, you cannot beat me down with your bills. ' Again, in Decker's Guls Hornbook, 1609: " they durft not frike down their customers with large bills." STEEVENS.
LUC. SERV. Alas! my lord,
TIM. Cut my heart in fums.
TIM. Tell out my blood.
LUC. SERV. Five thousand crowns, my lord. TIM. Five thousand drops pays that.What yours?—and yours?
1. VAR. SERV. My lord,
2. VAR. SERV. My lord,
TIM. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on
[ Exit. HOR. Faith, I perceive, our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be call'd defperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.
TIM. They have e'en put my breath from me,
FLAV. My dear lord,
TIM. What if it fhould be fo?
FLAV. My lord,
TIM. I'll have it fo:
FLAV. Here, my lord.
TIM. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
7 So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feaft the rafcals.] Thus the fecond folio; except
O my lord,
A moderate table.
Be't not in thy care; go, I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt.
that, by an apparent error of the prefs, we have add inftead
The firft folio reads:
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Viloria: all,
I'll once more feat the rufcals.
Regularity of metre alone would be fufficient to decide in favour of the prefent text, which, with the fecond folio, rejects the fortuitous and unmeaning aggregate of letters Ullorxa. This Ullorxa, however, feems to have been confidered as one of the ineftimable ftones, unvalued jewels, which emblace the forehead" of that augufl publication, the folio 1623; and has been fet, with becoming care, in the text of Mr. Malone. For my own part, like the cock in the fable, I am content to leave this gem on the ftercoraceous fpot where it was discovered. — Ullerxa a name unacknowledged by Athens or Rome) muft (if meant to have been introduced at all) have been a corruption as grofs as others that occur in the fame book, where we find Billingsgate inftead of Bafingfoke, Epton inftead of Hyperion, and an ace instead of Até. Types, indeed, hook out of a hat, or fhot from a dice-box, would often affume forms as legitimate as the proper names tranfmitted to us by Meffieurs Hemings, Condell, and Co. who very probably did not accustom themselves to fpell even their own appellations with accuracy, or always in the fame manner. STEEVENS.
The fame. The Senate-House.
The Senate fitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.
1. SEN. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's bloody;
'Tis neceffary, he fhould die:
Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy.
2. SEN. Moft true; the law fhall bruife him. ALCIB. Honour, health, and compaffion to the fenate!
1. SEN. Now, captain?
ALCIB. I am an humble fuitor to your virtues; For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants ufe it cruelly.
It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Of comely virtues :
Shall bruife him.] The old copy reads fhall bruise 'em. The fame mistake has happened often in these plays. In a fubfequent line in this fcene we have in the old copy with him, inftead of with 'em. For the correction, which is fully juftified by the context, I am anfwerable.
Sir Thomas Hanmer alfo reads bruife him. STEEVENS. 9 Jetting his fate afide,] i. e. putting this action of his, which was pre-determined by fate, out of the question.
2 He is a man, &c.] I have printed these lines after the original copy, except that, for an honour, it is there, and honour. All the
Nor did he foil the fact with cowardice;
And with fuch fober and unnoted paffion
latter editions deviate unwarrantably from the original, and give the lines thus:
He is a man, fetting his fault afide,
Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault;
Nor did he foil, &c. JOHNSON.
This licentious alteration of the text, with a thousand others of the fame kind, was made by Mr. Pope. MALONE.
3 And with fuch fober and unuoted paffion
He did bebave his anger, ere 'twas spent, &c.] Unnoted for common, bounded. Behave, for curb, mauage.
I would rather read:
and unnoted paffion
He did behave, ere was his anger spent.
Unnoted paffion means, I believe, an uncommon command of his
You an Italian, fir, and thus
"Behave the knowledge of disgrace!
In both these inftances, to behave is to manage. STEEVENS.
The old copy, reads He did behoove &c. which does not afford any very clear meaning. Behave, which Dr. Warburton interprets, manage, was introduced by Mr. Rowe. I doubt the text is not yet right. Our author so very frequently converts nouns into verbs, that I have fometimes thought he might have written "He did behalve his anger, "— i. e. fupprefs it. So, Milton:
yet put he not forth all his ftrength,
"But check'd it mid-way.