Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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SCENE III.
The WOODS.
Enter Timon.
&wlquo;Tim.
&wlquo;3 note
O Blessing-breeding Sun, draw from the earth
&wlquo;Rotten humidity: below thy sister's orb
&wlquo;Infect the air. Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
&wlquo;Whose procreation, residence, and birth
&wlquo;Scarce is dividant, touch with several fortunes.
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&wlquo;The greater scorns the lesser. 4 note
Not ev'n nature,
&wlquo;To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune
&wlquo;But by contempt of nature.
&wlquo;5 note
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord,
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&wlquo;The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
&wlquo;The beggar native honour:
&wlquo;6 note
It is the Pasture lards the Weather's sides,
&wlquo;The Want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
&wlquo;In purity of manhood stand upright,
&wlquo;And say, this man's flatterer? if one be,
&wlquo;So are they all, 7 notefor every greeze of fortune
&wlquo;Is smooth'd by that below. The learned pate
&wlquo;Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique;
&wlquo;There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
&wlquo;But direct villany.&wrquo; Then be abhorr'd,
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His Semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains.—
Destruction phang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
[Digging the earth.
&wlquo;Who seeks for better of thee, sawce his palate
&wlquo;With thy most operant poison!—What is here?
&wlquo;Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?
&wlquo;8 note
No, Gods, I am no idle votarist.
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&wlquo;Roots, you clear heav'ns! thus much of this will make
&wlquo;Black, white; fair, foul; wrong, right;
&wlquo;Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.&wrquo;
&plquo;You Gods! why this? what this? you Gods! 9 note
why, this
&plquo;Will lug your priests and servants from your sides:
&plquo;1 notePluck stout men's pillows from below their heads.
&plquo;This yellow slave
&plquo;Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs'd;
&plquo;Make the hoar leprosie ador'd; place thieves,
&plquo;And give them title, knee, and approbation,
&plquo;With senators on the bench: this is it,
&plquo;2 noteThat makes the waped widow wed again;
&plquo;She whom the spittle-house, and ulcerous sores
&plquo;Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
&plquo;To th' April day again. Come, damned earth,
&plquo;Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st odds
&plquo;Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
&plquo;Do thy right nature.&prquo;—[March afar off.] Ha, a drum?—thou'rt quick,
But yet I'll bury thee—thou'lt go, (strong thief)
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
[Keeping some gold.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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