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It ftains the glory in that happy verse
Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking on the jewel.
there? Pain. A picture, fir. When comes your book forth?
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment", fir.
Pain. 'Tis a good piece.
Poet. Admirable: How this grace
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Poet. I'll say of it,
Inter $ This speech of the poet is very obscure. He seems to boast the copiousness and facility of his vein, by declaring that verses drop from a poet as gums from odoriferous trees, and that his flame kindles itself without the violence necessary to elicit sparkles from the fint. What follows next? that it, like a current, flies each bound it cbafes. This may mean, that it expands itself notwithstanding all obftructions: but the images in the comparison are ro ill-forted, and the effect so obscurely exprefled, that I cannot but think something omitted that connected the last fentence with the former. It is well known that the players often forten speeches to quicken the representation : and it may be suspected, that they sometimes performed their amputations with more halte than judgment. JOHNSON.
6 As soon as my book has been presented to lord Timon. 9 The figure rises well from the canvas. C'est bien relevè.
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you?.
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
MoR 8 My design does not stop at any rigle characters. 9 Anciently they wrote upon waxen tables with an iron file.
* To level is to aim, to point the shot at a mark. Shakspeare's mean. ing is, my poem is not a satire written with any particular view, or levelled at any fingle person; I fly like an eagle into the general expanseof life, and leave not, by any private mischief, the trace of my pairage.
2 I'll unbolt-] I'll open, I ll explain.
3 - glib and Dippery creatures,] Hanmer, and Warburton after him, read-natures. Slippery is smoorb, unrefiting.
4 That shows in his own look, as by reflection, the looks of his patron.
5 Either Shakspeare meant to put a falfhood into the mouth of lii's poet, or had not yet thoroughly planned the character of Apemantus; for in the ensuing scenes, his behaviour is as cynical to Timon as to his followers.
Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope 8:
Poet. Nay, fir, but hear me on:
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of moody
A thousand 6 Cover'd with ranks of all kinds of men. JOHNSON. ? To advance or improve their various conditions of life. 8 Properly imagined, appositely, to the purpose. JOHNSON 9 Condition, for art.
1 Whisperings attended with such respect and veneration as accom. pany facrifices to the gods. Such is the meaning.
? That is, catch his breath in affected fondness.
A thousand moral paintings I can thew 3,
Trumpets found. Enter Timon, attended; the servant
of Ventidius talking with him. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt; His means moft short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing, Periods his comfort.
Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he muft need me. I do know him A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have : I'll pay the debt, and free him.
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him : I will send his ransom · And, being enfranchis’d, 'bid him.come to me :'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.---Fare you well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour 4 ! [Exit.
Enter an.old Athenian.. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.. Tim. Freely, good father.. Old Ath. Thou haft a servant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have so: What of him? Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee: Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius!
3 Shakspeare seems to intend in this dialogue to exprefs fome competition between the two great arts of imita ion. Whatever the poet declares himself to have shewn, the painter thinks he could have thewn better.
4 The common address to a lord in our author's time, was young bonour which was indifferently used with your lord hip..
Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordihip's service. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy crea.
ture, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; And my
eftate deserves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher.
Tim. Well; what further?
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
Tim. The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
Tim. Does the love him?
Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Tim. [to Lucil.) Love you the maid?
Old Atb. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath ferv'd me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: What you bestow, in bim I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her.