And by the hazard of the spotted die, 2 Sen. 1 Sen. To say, thou❜lt enter friendly. 2 Sen. Throw thy glove; Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Alcib. Both. "Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. [The Senators descend, and open the Gates. Enter a Soldier. Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea: And on his gravestone, this insculpture; which Alcib. [Reads] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: [left! Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked caitiff's 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: for aye Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Dead Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each [Exeunt. The play of Timon is a domestic tragedy, and therefore strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art, but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against that ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery, but not friendship. In this tragedy, are many passages perplexed, obscure, and probably corrupt, which I have endeavoured to rectify, or explain with due diligence; but having only one copy, cannot promise myself that my endeavours shall be much applauded. JOHNSON. C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick. |