ABSTRACT
The Dialogue of Timon stande and fight with him: but a farre of, they bestowed so many arrowes and dartes of him, that they killed him there.l Now when they had left him, Timandra went and tooke his bodie which she wrapped up in the best linn en she had, and buried him as honorably as she could possible, with suche things as she had, and could get together. 2
DIALOGUE I [In this Dialogue Lucian introduces Timon, who having become
poor through his own prodigality, and then abandoned by his friends, complains about Jove for sleeping and not punishing the ungrateful.]
TIMON 0 genial, hospitable, sociable, domestic Jove, presider over oaths, cloud-masser, thunderer, lightning-sender, and by whatever other name you are given by lunatic poets, especially when they need help in their verses (because then with the multitude of your names you sustain the drooping verse and supply the lack of a rhyme), where now is your pealing thunder, your piercing lightning, and your terrible burning arrow? All these have already become fables, truly a poetic mist, where there is nothing but a parade of
words. Your weapons, which once were ever-ready and wounded at a great distance, are now, I don't know how, quite extinct, and so cold that there remains in you no spark of anger against evildoers. Wherefore anyone who wished to perjure himself would be more afraid of a stinking lantern-wick than of the flame of your thunderbolt, which once awed all the world; for it seems that you direct against them nothing more than an ember without smoke and flame, from which they fear no other wound than to be dirtied with soot.
