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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59422	The history of Timon of Athens, the man-hater as it is acted at the Dukes Theatre : made into a play / by Tho. Shadwell.	Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Timon of Athens.	1678 (1678)	Wing S2846; ESTC R18723	52,493	104

of you And that I am sure has no allay 't is of So strong a temper neither time nor death Nor any change can break it Tim. Dear charming sweet thy value is so great No Kingdom upon Earth should buy thee from me But I have still an enemy with you That guards me from my happiness a Vow Against the Law of Nature against Love The best of Nature and the highest Law Mel. It will be but a week in force Tim. 'T is a whole age in all approaching joys The nearer they come to us still the time Seems longer to us But my dear Melissa Why should we bind our selves with vows and oaths Alas by Nature we are too much confin'd Our Liberties so narrow that we need not Find fetters for our selves No we should seize On pleasure wheresoever we can find it Lest at another time we miss it there Chlo. Madam break your Vow it was a rash one Mel. Thou foolish Wench I cannot get my things In order till that time dost think I will Be marri'd like some vulgar Creature which Snatches at the first offer as if she Were desperate of having any other Tim. Is there no hope that you will break your vow Mel. If any thing one word of yours wou'd do 't But how can you be once secure I 'le keep A vow to you that would not to my self Tim. Some dreadful accident may come Melissa To interrupt our joyes let us make sure O' th' present minute for the rest perhaps May not be ours Mel. It is not fit it shou'd if I shou'd break a vow No you shall never find a change in me All the ●…ixt stars shall sooner stray With an irregular motion than I change This may assure you of my love if not Upon my knees I swear Were I the Queen of all the Universe And Timon were reduc'd to rags and misery I would not change my love to him Tim. And here I vow Should all the frame of Nature be dissolv'd Should the firm Centre shake should Earthquakes rage With such a fury to disorder all The peaceful and agreeing Elements Till they were huddled into their first Chaos As long as I could be I 'de be the same The same adorer of Melissa Mel. This is so great a blessing Heav'n cann't add to it Tim. Thou art my Heav'n Melissa the last mark Of all my hopes and wishes so I prize thee That I could die for thee Enter a Servant of Timons Serv. My Lord your dinner 's ready and your Lordships Guests wait your wisht presence the Lord Nicias is already there Tim. Let 's hast to wait on him Melissa Mel. It is my duty to my Father Exeunt Enter Poet Apemantus Servants setting things in order for the Feast Poet. His honour will soon be here I have prepar'd the Maskers They are all ready Apem. How now Poet what piece of ●…oppery hast thou to present to Timon Poet. Thou art a senceless snarling Stoick and hast no taste of Poetry Apem. Thy Poetrie's insipid none can taste it Thou art a wordy foolish Scribler who Writ'st nothing but high-sounding frothy stuff Thou spread'st and beat'st out thy poor little sence 'T is all leaf-gold it has no weight in it Thou lov'st impertinent description And when thou hast a rapture it is not The sacred rapture of a Poet but I●…coherent extravagant and unnatural Like mad-mens thoughts and this thou call'st Poetical Poet. You are judge shall dull Philosophers judge Of us the nimble fancies and quick spirits Of the Age Apem. The Cox-combs of the Age Are there such eminent fopperies as in the Poets of this time their most unreasonable heads Are whimsical and fantastick as Fidlers They are the scorn and laughter of all witty men The folly of you makes the Art contemptible None of you have the judgement of a Gander Enter Aelius Nicias Phaeax and the other Senators Poet. You are a base snarling Critick write your Self do and you dare Apem. I confess 't is a daring piece of valour for a man Of sence to write to an Age that likes your spurious stuff Nici What time of the day is' t Apemantus Apem. Time to be honest Aelius That time serves alwayes Apem. Then what excuse hast thou that would'st thus long Omit it Isid. You stay to be at the Lord Timons feast Apem. Yes to see Meat fill Knaves and Wine heat Fools Cleon. Well fare thee well Apem. Thou art an Ass to bid me farewell Cleon. Why so Apem. Because I have not so little reason or honesty to Return thee one good wish for it Phaeax Go hang thy self Apem. I 'le do nothing at thy bidding make thy requests to Thy friend if there be such a wretch on earth Phaeax Be gon unpeaceable dog or I will spurn thee from me Apem. Though I am none I 'le fly like a dog the heels of The Ass. Nici He 's opposite to all humanity Aelius Now we shall taste of Timons bounty Phaeax He hath a heart brimful of kindness and good will Isid. And pours it down on all his friends as if Plutus The god of Wealth were but his Steward Phaeax No Meed but he repayes sev'n-fold above Its self no gift but breeds the giver such Return as does exceed his wishes Thrasil He bears the noblest mind that ever govern'd man Phaeax Long may he live with prosperous fortunes But I fear it Aelius I hear a whisper as though he fails his Creditors Even of their interest Phaeax I fear it is too true well 't is pity but he 's a good Lord Enter Timon with Melissa Chloe Nicias and a great train with him Here he comes my Noble Lord. Nici Most worthy Timon Aelius My most honour'd Lord. Tim. You over-joy me with your presence is there On Earth a sight so splendid as Tables well Fill'd with good and faithful friends like you Dear Melissa be pleas'd to know my friends Oh Apemantus thou' rt welcome Apem. No thou shalt not make me welcome I come to tell thee truth and if thou hear'st me not I 'le lock thy Heav'n from thee hereafter think On the ebb of your Estate and flow of debts How many prodigal bits do slaves and flatterers gorge And now 't is noble Timon worthy Timon royal Timon And when the means is gone that buyes this praise The breath is gone whereof the praise is made Tim. It is not so with my Estate Apem. None are so honest to tell thee of thy vanities So the gods bless me When all your Offices have been opprest With riotous feeders when every Vault has wept With drunken spilth of wine when every room Has blaz'd with lights and bray'd with Minstrels Or roaring ●…inging drunkards I have retir'd To my poor homely Cell and set my eyes At flow for thee because I find something in Thee that might be worthy but as thou art I Hate and scorn thee Tim. Come preach no more had I no Estate I Am rich in Friends my Noble Friends