Array ( [TITLE] => The Life of Timon of Athens [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => TIMON, of Athens. [1] => VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends. [2] => ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain. [3] => APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher. [4] => FLAVIUS, steward to Timon. [5] => Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant. [6] => An old Athenian. [7] => A Page. [8] => A Fool. [9] => Three Strangers. [10] => Cupid and Amazons in the mask. [11] => Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Banditti, and Attendants. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => LUCIUS [1] => LUCULLUS [2] => SEMPRONIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => flattering lords. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FLAMINIUS [1] => LUCILIUS [2] => SERVILIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Timon. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => CAPHIS [1] => PHILOTUS [2] => TITUS [3] => LUCIUS [4] => HORTENSIUS [5] => And others ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Timon's creditors. ) [3] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => PHRYNIA [1] => TIMANDRA ) [GRPDESCR] => mistresses to Alcibiades. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Athens, and the neighbouring woods. [PLAYSUBT] => TIMON OF ATHENS [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors [1] => Looking at the jewel [2] => Enter certain Senators, and pass over [3] => Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other servants following [4] => Exit [5] => Enter an old Athenian [6] => Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian [7] => Enter APEMANTUS [8] => Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger [9] => Exeunt all except APEMANTUS [10] => Enter two Lords [11] => Exit [12] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Good day, sir. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => I am glad you're well. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => I have not seen you long: how goes the world? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => It wears, sir, as it grows. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, that's well known: [1] => But what particular rarity? what strange, [2] => Which manifold record not matches? See, [3] => Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power [4] => Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => I know them both; th' other's a jeweller. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => O, 'tis a worthy lord. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => Nay, that's most fix'd. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, [1] => To an untirable and continuate goodness: [2] => He passes. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller: [LINE] => I have a jewel here-- ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller: [LINE] => If he will touch the estimate: but, for that-- ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reciting to himself ) [1] => praised the vile, [2] => It stains the glory in that happy verse [3] => Which aptly sings the good.' ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => 'Tis a good form. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => And rich: here is a water, look ye. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication [1] => To the great lord. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A thing slipp'd idly from me. [1] => Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes [2] => From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint [3] => Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame [4] => Provokes itself and like the current flies [5] => Each bound it chafes. What have you there? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => A picture, sir. When comes your book forth? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. [1] => Let's see your piece. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => 'Tis a good piece. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Indifferent. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Admirable: how this grace [1] => Speaks his own standing! what a mental power [2] => This eye shoots forth! how big imagination [3] => Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture [4] => One might interpret. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is a pretty mocking of the life. [1] => Here is a touch; is't good? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will say of it, [1] => It tutors nature: artificial strife [2] => Lives in these touches, livelier than life. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => How this lord is follow'd! ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => The senators of Athens: happy man! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Look, more! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You see this confluence, this great flood [1] => of visitors. [2] => I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, [3] => Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug [4] => With amplest entertainment: my free drift [5] => Halts not particularly, but moves itself [6] => In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice [7] => Infects one comma in the course I hold; [8] => But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, [9] => Leaving no tract behind. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => How shall I understand you? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will unbolt to you. [1] => You see how all conditions, how all minds, [2] => As well of glib and slippery creatures as [3] => Of grave and austere quality, tender down [4] => Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune [5] => Upon his good and gracious nature hanging [6] => Subdues and properties to his love and tendance [7] => All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer [8] => To Apemantus, that few things loves better [9] => Than to abhor himself: even he drops down [10] => The knee before him, and returns in peace [11] => Most rich in Timon's nod. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => I saw them speak together. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill [1] => Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount [2] => Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, [3] => That labour on the bosom of this sphere [4] => To propagate their states: amongst them all, [5] => Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, [6] => One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame, [7] => Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; [8] => Whose present grace to present slaves and servants [9] => Translates his rivals. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis conceived to scope. [1] => This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, [2] => With one man beckon'd from the rest below, [3] => Bowing his head against the sleepy mount [4] => To climb his happiness, would be well express'd [5] => In our condition. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, sir, but hear me on. [1] => All those which were his fellows but of late, [2] => Some better than his value, on the moment [3] => Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, [4] => Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, [5] => Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him [6] => Drink the free air. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Ay, marry, what of these? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When Fortune in her shift and change of mood [1] => Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants [2] => Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top [3] => Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, [4] => Not one accompanying his declining foot. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis common: [1] => A thousand moral paintings I can show [2] => That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's [3] => More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well [4] => To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen [5] => The foot above the head. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Imprison'd is he, say you? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt, [1] => His means most short, his creditors most strait: [2] => Your honourable letter he desires [3] => To those have shut him up; which failing, [4] => Periods his comfort. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble Ventidius! Well; [1] => I am not of that feather to shake off [2] => My friend when he must need me. I do know him [3] => A gentleman that well deserves a help: [4] => Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, [5] => and free him. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Your lordship ever binds him. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Commend me to him: I will send his ransom; [1] => And being enfranchised, bid him come to me. [2] => 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, [3] => But to support him after. Fare you well. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => All happiness to your honour! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Lord Timon, hear me speak. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Freely, good father. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => I have so: what of him? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Attends he here, or no? Lucilius! ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Here, at your lordship's service. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature, [1] => By night frequents my house. I am a man [2] => That from my first have been inclined to thrift; [3] => And my estate deserves an heir more raised [4] => Than one which holds a trencher. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Well; what further? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One only daughter have I, no kin else, [1] => On whom I may confer what I have got: [2] => The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, [3] => And I have bred her at my dearest cost [4] => In qualities of the best. This man of thine [5] => Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord, [6] => Join with me to forbid him her resort; [7] => Myself have spoke in vain. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => The man is honest. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore he will be, Timon: [1] => His honesty rewards him in itself; [2] => It must not bear my daughter. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Does she love him? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She is young and apt: [1] => Our own precedent passions do instruct us [2] => What levity's in youth. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To LUCILIUS ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If in her marriage my consent be missing, [1] => I call the gods to witness, I will choose [2] => Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, [3] => And dispossess her all. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How shall she be endow'd, [1] => if she be mated with an equal husband? ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Three talents on the present; in future, all. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This gentleman of mine hath served me long: [1] => To build his fortune I will strain a little, [2] => For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: [3] => What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, [4] => And make him weigh with her. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Athenian [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most noble lord, [1] => Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Humbly I thank your lordship: never may [1] => The state or fortune fall into my keeping, [2] => Which is not owed to you! ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship! ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: [1] => Go not away. What have you there, my friend? ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A piece of painting, which I do beseech [1] => Your lordship to accept. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Painting is welcome. [1] => The painting is almost the natural man; [2] => or since dishonour traffics with man's nature, [3] => He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are [4] => Even such as they give out. I like your work; [5] => And you shall find I like it: wait attendance [6] => Till you hear further from me. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => The gods preserve ye! ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; [1] => We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel [2] => Hath suffer'd under praise. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => What, my lord! dispraise? ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A more satiety of commendations. [1] => If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, [2] => It would unclew me quite. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, 'tis rated [1] => As those which sell would give: but you well know, [2] => Things of like value differing in the owners [3] => Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, [4] => You mend the jewel by the wearing it. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Well mock'd. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, [1] => Which all men speak with him. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Look, who comes here: will you be chid? ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => We'll bear, with your lordship. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => He'll spare none. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow; [1] => When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Are they not Athenians? ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Yes. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Then I repent not. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jeweller [LINE] => You know me, Apemantus? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Thou art proud, Apemantus. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Whither art going? ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => That's a deed thou'lt die for. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => The best, for the innocence. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Wrought he not well that painted it? ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He wrought better that made the painter; and yet [1] => he's but a filthy piece of work. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => You're a dog. ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog? ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => No; I eat not lords. ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies. ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => That's a lascivious apprehension. ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a [1] => man a doit. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What dost thou think 'tis worth? ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Not worth my thinking. How now, poet! ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => How now, philosopher! ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thou liest. ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Art not one? ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Yes. ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Then I lie not. ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Art not a poet? ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Yes. ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou [1] => hast feigned him a worthy fellow. ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => That's not feigned; he is so. ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy [1] => labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' [2] => the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What wouldst do then, Apemantus? ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What, thyself? ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ay. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Wherefore? ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That I had no angry wit to be a lord. [1] => Art not thou a merchant? ) ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => Ay, Apemantus. ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Merchant [LINE] => If traffic do it, the gods do it. ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee! ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What trumpet's that? ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, [1] => All of companionship. ) ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us. [1] => You must needs dine with me: go not you hence [2] => Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done, [3] => Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. [4] => Most welcome, sir! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt some Attendants [1] => Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest ) ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, so, there! [1] => Aches contract and starve your supple joints! [2] => That there should be small love 'mongst these [3] => sweet knaves, [4] => And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out [5] => Into baboon and monkey. ) ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed [1] => Most hungerly on your sight. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Right welcome, sir! [1] => Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time [2] => In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => What time o' day is't, Apemantus? ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Time to be honest. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => That time serves still. ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast? ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools. ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Fare thee well, fare thee well. ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Why, Apemantus? ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to [1] => give thee none. ) ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Hang thyself! ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy [1] => requests to thy friend. ) ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence! ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass. ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, [1] => And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes [2] => The very heart of kindness. ) ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, [1] => Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays [2] => Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, [3] => But breeds the giver a return exceeding [4] => All use of quittance. ) ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The noblest mind he carries [1] => That ever govern'd man. ) ) [154] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in? ) [155] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => I'll keep you company. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself [1] => They sit [2] => Tucket, within [3] => Enter Cupid [4] => Exit Cupid [5] => Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing [6] => The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease [7] => Exeunt Cupid and Ladies [8] => Exit [9] => Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket [10] => Enter a Servant [11] => Enter a Second Servant [12] => Exit [13] => Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON [14] => Exit [15] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VENTIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most honour'd Timon, [1] => It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age, [2] => And call him to long peace. [3] => He is gone happy, and has left me rich: [4] => Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound [5] => To your free heart, I do return those talents, [6] => Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help [7] => I derived liberty. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, by no means, [1] => Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love: [2] => I gave it freely ever; and there's none [3] => Can truly say he gives, if he receives: [4] => If our betters play at that game, we must not dare [5] => To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VENTIDIUS [LINE] => A noble spirit! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my lords, [1] => Ceremony was but devised at first [2] => To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, [3] => Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; [4] => But where there is true friendship, there needs none. [5] => Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes [6] => Than my fortunes to me. ) [STAGEDIR] => They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => My lord, we always have confess'd it. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => O, Apemantus, you are welcome. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; [1] => You shall not make me welcome: [2] => I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there [1] => Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame. [2] => They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond [3] => man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by [4] => himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is [5] => he fit for't, indeed. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to [1] => observe; I give thee warning on't. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian, [1] => therefore welcome: I myself would have no power; [2] => prithee, let my meat make thee silent. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should [1] => ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of [2] => men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me [3] => to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; [4] => and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. [5] => I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: [6] => Methinks they should invite them without knives; [7] => Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. [8] => There's much example for't; the fellow that sits [9] => next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the [10] => breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest [11] => man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a [12] => huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; [13] => Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: [14] => Great men should drink with harness on their throats. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => My lord, in heart; and let the health go round. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Let it flow this way, my good lord. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides [1] => well. Those healths will make thee and thy state [2] => look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to [3] => be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: [4] => This and my food are equals; there's no odds: [5] => Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. [6] => Apemantus' grace. [7] => Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; [8] => I pray for no man but myself: [9] => Grant I may never prove so fond, [10] => To trust man on his oath or bond; [11] => Or a harlot, for her weeping; [12] => Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping: [13] => Or a keeper with my freedom; [14] => Or my friends, if I should need 'em. [15] => Amen. So fall to't: [16] => Rich men sin, and I eat root. [17] => Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! ) [STAGEDIR] => Eats and drinks ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => My heart is ever at your service, my lord. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a [1] => dinner of friends. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat [1] => like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then, [1] => that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you [1] => would once use our hearts, whereby we might express [2] => some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves [3] => for ever perfect. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods [1] => themselves have provided that I shall have much help [2] => from you: how had you been my friends else? why [3] => have you that charitable title from thousands, did [4] => not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told [5] => more of you to myself than you can with modesty [6] => speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm [7] => you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any [8] => friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they [9] => were the most needless creatures living, should we [10] => ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble [11] => sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their [12] => sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished [13] => myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We [14] => are born to do benefits: and what better or [15] => properer can we can our own than the riches of our [16] => friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have [17] => so many, like brothers, commanding one another's [18] => fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born! [19] => Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to [20] => forget their faults, I drink to you. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Joy had the like conception in our eyes [1] => And at that instant like a babe sprung up. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => I promise you, my lord, you moved me much. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Much! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What means that trump? [1] => How now? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Servant ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please you, my lord, there are certain [1] => ladies most desirous of admittance. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ladies! what are their wills? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which [1] => bears that office, to signify their pleasures. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => I pray, let them be admitted. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Cupid [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all [1] => That of his bounties taste! The five best senses [2] => Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely [3] => To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear, [4] => Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise; [5] => They only now come but to feast thine eyes. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance: [1] => Music, make their welcome! ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! [1] => They dance! they are mad women. [2] => Like madness is the glory of this life. [3] => As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. [4] => We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; [5] => And spend our flatteries, to drink those men [6] => Upon whose age we void it up again, [7] => With poisonous spite and envy. [8] => Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? [9] => Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves [10] => Of their friends' gift? [11] => I should fear those that dance before me now [12] => Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; [13] => Men shut their doors against a setting sun. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, [1] => Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, [2] => Which was not half so beautiful and kind; [3] => You have added worth unto 't and lustre, [4] => And entertain'd me with mine own device; [5] => I am to thank you for 't. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lady [LINE] => My lord, you take us even at the best. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold [1] => taking, I doubt me. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you: [1] => Please you to dispose yourselves. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Ladies [LINE] => Most thankfully, my lord. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Flavius. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => My lord? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => The little casket bring me hither. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, my lord. More jewels yet! [1] => There is no crossing him in 's humour; [2] => Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, [3] => When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could. [4] => 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, [5] => That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Where be our men? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Here, my lord, in readiness. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Our horses! ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my friends, [1] => I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord, [2] => I must entreat you, honour me so much [3] => As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it, [4] => Kind my lord. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => I am so far already in your gifts,-- ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => So are we all. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate [1] => Newly alighted, and come to visit you. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => They are fairly welcome. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech your honour, [1] => Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee: [1] => I prithee, let's be provided to show them [2] => entertainment. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, [1] => Out of his free love, hath presented to you [2] => Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall accept them fairly; let the presents [1] => Be worthily entertain'd. [2] => How now! what news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a third Servant ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please you, my lord, that honourable [1] => gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company [2] => to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour [3] => two brace of greyhounds. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, [1] => Not without fair reward. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, [2] => And all out of an empty coffer: [3] => Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, [4] => To show him what a beggar his heart is, [5] => Being of no power to make his wishes good: [6] => His promises fly so beyond his state [7] => That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes [8] => For every word: he is so kind that he now [9] => Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books. [10] => Well, would I were gently put out of office [11] => Before I were forced out! [12] => Happier is he that has no friend to feed [13] => Than such that do e'en enemies exceed. [14] => I bleed inwardly for my lord. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do yourselves [1] => Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits: [2] => Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => With more than common thanks I will receive it. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => O, he's the very soul of bounty! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And now I remember, my lord, you gave [1] => Good words the other day of a bay courser [2] => I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man [1] => Can justly praise but what he does affect: [2] => I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; [3] => I'll tell you true. I'll call to you. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Lords [LINE] => O, none so welcome. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I take all and your several visitations [1] => So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; [2] => Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, [3] => And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades, [4] => Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich; [5] => It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living [6] => Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast [7] => Lie in a pitch'd field. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Ay, defiled land, my lord. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => We are so virtuously bound-- ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so [1] => Am I to you. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => So infinitely endear'd-- ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => All to you. Lights, more lights! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The best of happiness, [1] => Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon! ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ready for his friends. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a coil's here! [1] => Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums! [2] => I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums [3] => That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: [4] => Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs, [5] => Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be [1] => good to thee. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too, [1] => there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then [2] => thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long, [3] => Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in [4] => paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and [5] => vain-glories? ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am [1] => sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come [2] => with better music. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So: [1] => Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then: [2] => I'll lock thy heaven from thee. [3] => O, that men's ears should be [4] => To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A Senator's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Senator, with papers in his hand [1] => Enter CAPHIS [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore [1] => He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, [2] => Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion [3] => Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. [4] => If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, [5] => And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold. [6] => If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more [7] => Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, [8] => Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, [9] => And able horses. No porter at his gate, [10] => But rather one that smiles and still invites [11] => All that pass by. It cannot hold: no reason [12] => Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! [13] => Caphis, I say! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Here, sir; what is your pleasure? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; [1] => Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased [2] => With slight denial, nor then silenced when-- [3] => 'Commend me to your master'--and the cap [4] => Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him, [5] => My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn [6] => Out of mine own; his days and times are past [7] => And my reliances on his fracted dates [8] => Have smit my credit: I love and honour him, [9] => But must not break my back to heal his finger; [10] => Immediate are my needs, and my relief [11] => Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words, [12] => But find supply immediate. Get you gone: [13] => Put on a most importunate aspect, [14] => A visage of demand; for, I do fear, [15] => When every feather sticks in his own wing, [16] => Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, [17] => Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => I go, sir. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you, [1] => And have the dates in contempt. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => I will, sir. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senator [LINE] => Go. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand [1] => Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro [2] => Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c [3] => Exit [4] => Exit [5] => Enter APEMANTUS and Fool [6] => Enter Page [7] => Exit [8] => Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS [9] => Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool [10] => Exeunt Servants [11] => Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants [12] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, [1] => That he will neither know how to maintain it, [2] => Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account [3] => How things go from him, nor resumes no care [4] => Of what is to continue: never mind [5] => Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. [6] => What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel: [7] => I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. [8] => Fie, fie, fie, fie! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good even, Varro: what, [1] => You come for money? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => Is't not your business too? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => It is: and yours too, Isidore? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Isidore's Servant [LINE] => It is so. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Would we were all discharged! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => I fear it. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Here comes the lord. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, [1] => My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => My lord, here is a note of certain dues. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Dues! Whence are you? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Of Athens here, my lord. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Go to my steward. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please it your lordship, he hath put me off [1] => To the succession of new days this month: [2] => My master is awaked by great occasion [3] => To call upon his own, and humbly prays you [4] => That with your other noble parts you'll suit [5] => In giving him his right. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine honest friend, [1] => I prithee, but repair to me next morning. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Nay, good my lord,-- ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Contain thyself, good friend. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => One Varro's servant, my good lord,-- ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Isidore's Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From Isidore; [1] => He humbly prays your speedy payment. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => If you did know, my lord, my master's wants-- ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Isidore's Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your steward puts me off, my lord; [1] => And I am sent expressly to your lordship. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me breath. [1] => I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on; [2] => I'll wait upon you instantly. [3] => Come hither: pray you, [4] => How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd [5] => With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds, [6] => And the detention of long-since-due debts, [7] => Against my honour? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords [1] => To FLAVIUS ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please you, gentlemen, [1] => The time is unagreeable to this business: [2] => Your importunacy cease till after dinner, [3] => That I may make his lordship understand [4] => Wherefore you are not paid. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Pray, draw near. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus: [1] => let's ha' some sport with 'em. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => Hang him, he'll abuse us. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Isidore's Servant [LINE] => A plague upon him, dog! ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => How dost, fool? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Dost dialogue with thy shadow? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => I speak not to thee. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No,'tis to thyself. [1] => Come away. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Fool ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Isidore's Servant [LINE] => There's the fool hangs on your back already. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPHIS [LINE] => Where's the fool now? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and [1] => usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => What are we, Apemantus? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Asses. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => Why? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That you ask me what you are, and do not know [1] => yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => How do you, gentlemen? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens [1] => as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Good! gramercy. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Look you, here comes my mistress' page. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To the Fool ) [1] => in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer [1] => thee profitably. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of [1] => these letters: I know not which is which. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Canst not read? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => No. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There will little learning die then, that day thou [1] => art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to [2] => Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't [3] => die a bawd. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a [1] => dog's death. Answer not; I am gone. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with [1] => you to Lord Timon's. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Will you leave me there? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => Ay; would they served us! ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => So would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Are you three usurers' men? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => Ay, fool. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my [1] => mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come [2] => to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and [3] => go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house [4] => merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this? ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => I could render one. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster [1] => and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be [2] => no less esteemed. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => What is a whoremaster, fool? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. [1] => 'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord; [2] => sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher, [3] => with two stones moe than's artificial one: he is [4] => very often like a knight; and, generally, in all [5] => shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore [6] => to thirteen, this spirit walks in. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Servant [LINE] => Thou art not altogether a fool. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as [1] => I have, so much wit thou lackest. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => That answer might have become Apemantus. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Servants [LINE] => Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Come with me, fool, come. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fool [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not always follow lover, elder brother and [1] => woman; sometime the philosopher. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time [1] => Had you not fully laid my state before me, [2] => That I might so have rated my expense, [3] => As I had leave of means? ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You would not hear me, [1] => At many leisures I proposed. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to: [1] => Perchance some single vantages you took. [2] => When my indisposition put you back: [3] => And that unaptness made your minister, [4] => Thus to excuse yourself. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my good lord, [1] => At many times I brought in my accounts, [2] => Laid them before you; you would throw them off, [3] => And say, you found them in mine honesty. [4] => When, for some trifling present, you have bid me [5] => Return so much, I have shook my head and wept; [6] => Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you [7] => To hold your hand more close: I did endure [8] => Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have [9] => Prompted you in the ebb of your estate [10] => And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, [11] => Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time-- [12] => The greatest of your having lacks a half [13] => To pay your present debts. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Let all my land be sold. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone; [1] => And what remains will hardly stop the mouth [2] => Of present dues: the future comes apace: [3] => What shall defend the interim? and at length [4] => How goes our reckoning? ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => To Lacedaemon did my land extend. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my good lord, the world is but a word: [1] => Were it all yours to give it in a breath, [2] => How quickly were it gone! ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => You tell me true. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, [1] => Call me before the exactest auditors [2] => And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, [3] => When all our offices have been oppress'd [4] => With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept [5] => With drunken spilth of wine, when every room [6] => Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, [7] => I have retired me to a wasteful cock, [8] => And set mine eyes at flow. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Prithee, no more. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! [1] => How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants [2] => This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? [3] => What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is [4] => Lord Timon's? [5] => Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! [6] => Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, [7] => The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: [8] => Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, [9] => These flies are couch'd. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, sermon me no further: [1] => No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; [2] => Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. [3] => Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, [4] => To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; [5] => If I would broach the vessels of my love, [6] => And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, [7] => Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use [8] => As I can bid thee speak. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Assurance bless your thoughts! ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, [1] => That I account them blessings; for by these [2] => Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you [3] => Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends. [4] => Within there! Flaminius! Servilius! ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servants [LINE] => My lord? my lord? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius; [1] => to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour [2] => to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their [3] => loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have [4] => found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let [5] => the request be fifty talents. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => As you have said, my lord. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go you, sir, to the senators-- [1] => Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have [2] => Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant [3] => A thousand talents to me. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been bold-- [1] => For that I knew it the most general way-- [2] => To them to use your signet and your name; [3] => But they do shake their heads, and I am here [4] => No richer in return. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Is't true? can't be? ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, [1] => That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot [2] => Do what they would; are sorry--you are honourable,-- [3] => But yet they could have wish'd--they know not-- [4] => Something hath been amiss--a noble nature [5] => May catch a wrench--would all were well--'tis pity;-- [6] => And so, intending other serious matters, [7] => After distasteful looks and these hard fractions, [8] => With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods [9] => They froze me into silence. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You gods, reward them! [1] => Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows [2] => Have their ingratitude in them hereditary: [3] => Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; [4] => 'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind; [5] => And nature, as it grows again toward earth, [6] => Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy. [7] => Go to Ventidius. [8] => Prithee, be not sad, [9] => Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak. [10] => No blame belongs to thee. [11] => Ventidius lately [12] => Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd [13] => Into a great estate: when he was poor, [14] => Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends, [15] => I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me; [16] => Bid him suppose some good necessity [17] => Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd [18] => With those five talents. [19] => That had, give't these fellows [20] => To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, [21] => That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To a Servant [1] => To FLAVIUS [2] => To Servant [3] => Exit Servant [4] => To FLAVIUS ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would I could not think it: that thought is [1] => bounty's foe; [2] => Being free itself, it thinks all others so. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A room in Lucullus' house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him [1] => Enter LUCULLUS [2] => Re-enter Servant, with wine [3] => Throwing the money back [4] => Exit [5] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => I thank you, sir. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Here's my lord. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver [2] => basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest [3] => Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir. [4] => Fill me some wine. [5] => And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted [6] => gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord [7] => and master? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Servants ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => His health is well sir. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and [1] => what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my [1] => lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to [2] => supply; who, having great and instant occasion to [3] => use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to [4] => furnish him, nothing doubting your present [5] => assistance therein. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas, [1] => good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not [2] => keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' [3] => dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to [4] => supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less, [5] => and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning [6] => by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty [7] => is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get [8] => him from't. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Please your lordship, here is the wine. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => Your lordship speaks your pleasure. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt [1] => spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what [2] => belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if [3] => the time use thee well: good parts in thee. [4] => Get you gone, sirrah. [5] => Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a [6] => bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou [7] => knowest well enough, although thou comest to me, [8] => that this is no time to lend money, especially upon [9] => bare friendship, without security. Here's three [10] => solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say [11] => thou sawest me not. Fare thee well. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To Servant [1] => Exit Servant ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is't possible the world should so much differ, [1] => And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness, [2] => To him that worships thee! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCULLUS [LINE] => Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May these add to the number that may scald thee! [1] => Let moulten coin be thy damnation, [2] => Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! [3] => Has friendship such a faint and milky heart, [4] => It turns in less than two nights? O you gods, [5] => I feel master's passion! this slave, [6] => Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him: [7] => Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment, [8] => When he is turn'd to poison? [9] => O, may diseases only work upon't! [10] => And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature [11] => Which my lord paid for, be of any power [12] => To expel sickness, but prolong his hour! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LUCILIUS, with three Strangers [1] => Enter SERVILIUS [2] => To LUCIUS [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and [1] => an honourable gentleman. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Stranger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We know him for no less, though we are but strangers [1] => to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and [2] => which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's [3] => happy hours are done and past, and his estate [4] => shrinks from him. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Stranger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, [1] => one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow [2] => so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and [3] => showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => How! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Stranger [LINE] => I tell you, denied, my lord. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, [1] => I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! [2] => there was very little honour showed in't. For my own [3] => part, I must needs confess, I have received some [4] => small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels [5] => and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; [6] => yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should [7] => ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; [1] => I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,-- ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: [1] => commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very [2] => exquisite friend. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => May it please your honour, my lord hath sent-- ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to [1] => that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank [2] => him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord; [1] => requesting your lordship to supply his instant use [2] => with so many talents. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know his lordship is but merry with me; [1] => He cannot want fifty five hundred talents. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But in the mean time he wants less, my lord. [1] => If his occasion were not virtuous, [2] => I should not urge it half so faithfully. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Upon my soul,'tis true, sir. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself [1] => against such a good time, when I might ha' shown [2] => myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I [3] => should purchase the day before for a little part, [4] => and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now, [5] => before the gods, I am not able to do,--the more [6] => beast, I say:--I was sending to use Lord Timon [7] => myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would [8] => not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. [9] => Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I [10] => hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, [11] => because I have no power to be kind: and tell him [12] => this from me, I count it one of my greatest [13] => afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an [14] => honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you [15] => befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Yes, sir, I shall. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius. [1] => True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed; [2] => And he that's once denied will hardly speed. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit SERVILIUS ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Stranger [LINE] => Do you observe this, Hostilius? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Stranger [LINE] => Ay, too well. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Stranger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the [1] => same piece [2] => Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him [3] => His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in [4] => My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father, [5] => And kept his credit with his purse, [6] => Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money [7] => Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks, [8] => But Timon's silver treads upon his lip; [9] => And yet--O, see the monstrousness of man [10] => When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-- [11] => He does deny him, in respect of his, [12] => What charitable men afford to beggars. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Stranger [LINE] => Religion groans at it. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Stranger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For mine own part, [1] => I never tasted Timon in my life, [2] => Nor came any of his bounties over me, [3] => To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest, [4] => For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue [5] => And honourable carriage, [6] => Had his necessity made use of me, [7] => I would have put my wealth into donation, [8] => And the best half should have return'd to him, [9] => So much I love his heart: but, I perceive, [10] => Men must learn now with pity to dispense; [11] => For policy sits above conscience. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A room in Sempronius' house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's [1] => Exit [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEMPRONIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Must he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove [1] => all others? [2] => He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus; [3] => And now Ventidius is wealthy too, [4] => Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these [5] => Owe their estates unto him. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, [1] => They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for [2] => They have au denied him. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEMPRONIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! have they denied him? [1] => Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? [2] => And does he send to me? Three? hum! [3] => It shows but little love or judgment in him: [4] => Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like [5] => physicians, [6] => Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me? [7] => Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him, [8] => That might have known my place: I see no sense for't, [9] => But his occasion might have woo'd me first; [10] => For, in my conscience, I was the first man [11] => That e'er received gift from him: [12] => And does he think so backwardly of me now, [13] => That I'll requite its last? No: [14] => So it may prove an argument of laughter [15] => To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool. [16] => I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum, [17] => Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; [18] => I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return, [19] => And with their faint reply this answer join; [20] => Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The [1] => devil knew not what he did when he made man [2] => politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot [3] => think but, in the end, the villainies of man will [4] => set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to [5] => appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked, [6] => like those that under hot ardent zeal would set [7] => whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his [8] => politic love. [9] => This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, [10] => Save only the gods: now his friends are dead, [11] => Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards [12] => Many a bounteous year must be employ'd [13] => Now to guard sure their master. [14] => And this is all a liberal course allows; [15] => Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The same. A hall in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out [1] => Enter PHILOTUS [2] => Exit [3] => Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled [4] => Exit [5] => Enter SERVILIUS [6] => Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following [7] => Exit [8] => Exit Act [9] => Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's First Servant [LINE] => Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => The like to you kind Varro. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucius! [1] => What, do we meet together? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and I think [1] => One business does command us all; for mine Is money. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => So is theirs and ours. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => And Sir Philotus too! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => Good day at once. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, good brother. [1] => What do you think the hour? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => Labouring for nine. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => So much? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => Is not my lord seen yet? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Not yet. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him: [1] => You must consider that a prodigal course [2] => Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable. [3] => I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse; [4] => That is one may reach deep enough, and yet [5] => Find little. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => I am of your fear for that. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll show you how to observe a strange event. [1] => Your lord sends now for money. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => Most true, he does. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, [1] => For which I wait for money. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => It is against my heart. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mark, how strange it shows, [1] => Timon in this should pay more than he owes: [2] => And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, [3] => And send for money for 'em. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness: [1] => I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, [2] => And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's First Servant [LINE] => Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Five thousand mine. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun, [1] => Your master's confidence was above mine; [2] => Else, surely, his had equall'd. [3] => Enter FLAMINIUS. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => One of Lord Timon's men. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to [1] => come forth? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => No, indeed, he is not. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? [1] => He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Do you hear, sir? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Second Servant [LINE] => By your leave, sir,-- ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => What do ye ask of me, my friend? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => We wait for certain money here, sir. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, [1] => If money were as certain as your waiting, [2] => 'Twere sure enough. [3] => Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills, [4] => When your false masters eat of my lord's meat? [5] => Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts [6] => And take down the interest into their [7] => gluttonous maws. [8] => You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; [9] => Let me pass quietly: [10] => Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end; [11] => I have no more to reckon, he to spend. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Ay, but this answer will not serve. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you; [1] => For you serve knaves. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's First Servant [LINE] => How! what does his cashiered worship mutter? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge [1] => enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no [2] => house to put his head in? such may rail against [3] => great buildings. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some [1] => other hour, I should derive much from't; for, [2] => take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to [3] => discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him; [4] => he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Many do keep their chambers are not sick: [1] => And, if it be so far beyond his health, [2] => Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, [3] => And make a clear way to the gods. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SERVILIUS [LINE] => Good gods! ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => We cannot take this for answer, sir. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, are my doors opposed against my passage? [1] => Have I been ever free, and must my house [2] => Be my retentive enemy, my gaol? [3] => The place which I have feasted, does it now, [4] => Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Put in now, Titus. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => My lord, here is my bill. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Here's mine. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => And mine, my lord. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Varro's Servants [LINE] => And ours, my lord. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOTUS [LINE] => All our bills. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Alas, my lord,- ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Cut my heart in sums. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Mine, fifty talents. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Tell out my blood. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lucilius' Servant [LINE] => Five thousand crowns, my lord. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Five thousand drops pays that. [1] => What yours?--and yours? ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's First Servant [LINE] => My lord,-- ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Varro's Second Servant [LINE] => My lord,-- ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HORTENSIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps [1] => at their money: these debts may well be called [2] => desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves. [1] => Creditors? devils! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => My dear lord,-- ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What if it should be so? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => My lord,-- ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => I'll have it so. My steward! ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Here, my lord. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, [1] => Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius: [2] => All, sirrah, all: [3] => I'll once more feast the rascals. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my lord, [1] => You only speak from your distracted soul; [2] => There is not so much left, to furnish out [3] => A moderate table. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be't not in thy care; go, [1] => I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide [2] => Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting. [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's [1] => Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: [2] => Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Most true; the law shall bruise him. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Now, captain? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am an humble suitor to your virtues; [1] => For pity is the virtue of the law, [2] => And none but tyrants use it cruelly. [3] => It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy [4] => Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood, [5] => Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth [6] => To those that, without heed, do plunge into 't. [7] => He is a man, setting his fate aside, [8] => Of comely virtues: [9] => Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice-- [10] => An honour in him which buys out his fault-- [11] => But with a noble fury and fair spirit, [12] => Seeing his reputation touch'd to death, [13] => He did oppose his foe: [14] => And with such sober and unnoted passion [15] => He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent, [16] => As if he had but proved an argument. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You undergo too strict a paradox, [1] => Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: [2] => Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd [3] => To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling [4] => Upon the head of valour; which indeed [5] => Is valour misbegot and came into the world [6] => When sects and factions were newly born: [7] => He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer [8] => The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs [9] => His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, [10] => carelessly, [11] => And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, [12] => To bring it into danger. [13] => If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill, [14] => What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => My lord,-- ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You cannot make gross sins look clear: [1] => To revenge is no valour, but to bear. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, [1] => If I speak like a captain. [2] => Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, [3] => And not endure all threats? sleep upon't, [4] => And let the foes quietly cut their throats, [5] => Without repugnancy? If there be [6] => Such valour in the bearing, what make we [7] => Abroad? why then, women are more valiant [8] => That stay at home, if bearing carry it, [9] => And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon [10] => Loaden with irons wiser than the judge, [11] => If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, [12] => As you are great, be pitifully good: [13] => Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? [14] => To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; [15] => But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just. [16] => To be in anger is impiety; [17] => But who is man that is not angry? [18] => Weigh but the crime with this. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => You breathe in vain. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In vain! his service done [1] => At Lacedaemon and Byzantium [2] => Were a sufficient briber for his life. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => What's that? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say, my lords, he has done fair service, [1] => And slain in fight many of your enemies: [2] => How full of valour did he bear himself [3] => In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He has made too much plenty with 'em; [1] => He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often [2] => Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: [3] => If there were no foes, that were enough [4] => To overcome him: in that beastly fury [5] => He has been known to commit outrages, [6] => And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us, [7] => His days are foul and his drink dangerous. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => He dies. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hard fate! he might have died in war. [1] => My lords, if not for any parts in him-- [2] => Though his right arm might purchase his own time [3] => And be in debt to none--yet, more to move you, [4] => Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both: [5] => And, for I know your reverend ages love [6] => Security, I'll pawn my victories, all [7] => My honours to you, upon his good returns. [8] => If by this crime he owes the law his life, [9] => Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore [10] => For law is strict, and war is nothing more. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are for law: he dies; urge it no more, [1] => On height of our displeasure: friend or brother, [2] => He forfeits his own blood that spills another. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, [1] => I do beseech you, know me. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => How! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Call me to your remembrances. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Senator [LINE] => What! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot think but your age has forgot me; [1] => It could not else be, I should prove so base, [2] => To sue, and be denied such common grace: [3] => My wounds ache at you. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you dare our anger? [1] => 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; [2] => We banish thee for ever. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Banish me! [1] => Banish your dotage; banish usury, [2] => That makes the senate ugly. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee, [1] => Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell [2] => our spirit, [3] => He shall be executed presently. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live [1] => Only in bone, that none may look on you! [2] => I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, [3] => While they have told their money and let out [4] => Their coin upon large interest, I myself [5] => Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? [6] => Is this the balsam that the usuring senate [7] => Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment! [8] => It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd; [9] => It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, [10] => That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up [11] => My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. [12] => 'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds; [13] => Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. ) ) ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants [1] => Exeunt Senators [2] => Exit ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors [1] => Enter TIMON and Attendants [2] => The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water [3] => Exit [4] => Re-enter the Lords, Senators, &c [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => The good time of day to you, sir. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord [1] => did but try us this other day. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we [1] => encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as [2] => he made it seem in the trial of his several friends. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest [1] => inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me [2] => to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and [3] => I must needs appear. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In like manner was I in debt to my importunate [1] => business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am [2] => sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my [3] => provision was out. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all [1] => things go. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of [1] => you? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => A thousand pieces. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => A thousand pieces! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => What of you? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The swallow follows not summer more willing than we [1] => your lordship. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not [2] => recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the [3] => music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o' the [4] => trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship [1] => that I returned you an empty messenger. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => O, sir, let it not trouble you. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => My noble lord,-- ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ah, my good friend, what cheer? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, [1] => that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, [2] => I was so unfortunate a beggar. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Think not on 't, sir. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => If you had sent but two hours before,-- ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it not cumber your better remembrance. [1] => Come, bring in all together. ) [STAGEDIR] => The banquet brought in ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => All covered dishes! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Royal cheer, I warrant you. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield [1] => it. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => How do you? What's the news? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => First Lord [1] => Second Lord ) [LINE] => Alcibiades banished! ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => 'Tis so, be sure of it. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => How! how! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => I pray you, upon what? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => My worthy friends, will you draw near? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => This is the old man still. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Will 't hold? will 't hold? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => It does: but time will--and so-- ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => I do conceive. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to [1] => the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all [2] => places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let [3] => the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: [4] => sit, sit. The gods require our thanks. [5] => You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with [6] => thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves [7] => praised: but reserve still to give, lest your [8] => deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that [9] => one need not lend to another; for, were your [10] => godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the [11] => gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man [12] => that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without [13] => a score of villains: if there sit twelve women at [14] => the table, let a dozen of them be--as they are. The [15] => rest of your fees, O gods--the senators of Athens, [16] => together with the common lag of people--what is [17] => amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for [18] => destruction. For these my present friends, as they [19] => are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to [20] => nothing are they welcome. [21] => Uncover, dogs, and lap. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Some Speak [LINE] => What does his lordship mean? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Some Others [LINE] => I know not. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May you a better feast never behold, [1] => You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water [2] => Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; [3] => Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries, [4] => Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces [5] => Your reeking villany. [6] => Live loathed and long, [7] => Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, [8] => Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, [9] => You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, [10] => Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks! [11] => Of man and beast the infinite malady [12] => Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go? [13] => Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;-- [14] => Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. [15] => What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast, [16] => Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. [17] => Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be [18] => Of Timon man and all humanity! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Throwing the water in their faces [1] => Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => How now, my lords! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Push! did you see my cap? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Lord [LINE] => I have lost my gown. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. [1] => He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has [2] => beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Did you see my cap? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Here 'tis. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Lord [LINE] => Here lies my gown. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Let's make no stay. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Lord Timon's mad. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => I feel 't upon my bones. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Lord [LINE] => One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TIMON [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, [1] => That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, [2] => And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent! [3] => Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools, [4] => Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, [5] => And minister in their steads! to general filths [6] => Convert o' the instant, green virginity, [7] => Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; [8] => Rather than render back, out with your knives, [9] => And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal! [10] => Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, [11] => And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed; [12] => Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, [13] => pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, [14] => With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, [15] => Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, [16] => Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, [17] => Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, [18] => Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, [19] => Decline to your confounding contraries, [20] => And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men, [21] => Your potent and infectious fevers heap [22] => On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica, [23] => Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt [24] => As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty [25] => Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth, [26] => That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, [27] => And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains, [28] => Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop [29] => Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath, [30] => at their society, as their friendship, may [31] => merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, [32] => But nakedness, thou detestable town! [33] => Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! [34] => Timon will to the woods; where he shall find [35] => The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. [36] => The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all-- [37] => The Athenians both within and out that wall! [38] => And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow [39] => To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Athens. A room in Timon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants [1] => Enter other Servants [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear you, master steward, where's our master? [1] => Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? [1] => Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, [2] => I am as poor as you. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such a house broke! [1] => So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not [2] => One friend to take his fortune by the arm, [3] => And go along with him! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As we do turn our backs [1] => From our companion thrown into his grave, [2] => So his familiars to his buried fortunes [3] => Slink all away, leave their false vows with him, [4] => Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self, [5] => A dedicated beggar to the air, [6] => With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, [7] => Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => All broken implements of a ruin'd house. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery; [1] => That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, [2] => Serving alike in sorrow: leak'd is our bark, [3] => And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, [4] => Hearing the surges threat: we must all part [5] => Into this sea of air. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good fellows all, [1] => The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. [2] => Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, [3] => Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, [4] => As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, [5] => 'We have seen better days.' Let each take some; [6] => Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: [7] => Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. [8] => O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! [9] => Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, [10] => Since riches point to misery and contempt? [11] => Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live [12] => But in a dream of friendship? [13] => To have his pomp and all what state compounds [14] => But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? [15] => Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, [16] => Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, [17] => When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! [18] => Who, then, dares to be half so kind again? [19] => For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. [20] => My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, [21] => Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes [22] => Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord! [23] => He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat [24] => Of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to [25] => Supply his life, or that which can command it. [26] => I'll follow and inquire him out: [27] => I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; [28] => Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. ) [STAGEDIR] => Servants embrace, and part several ways ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TIMON, from the cave [1] => Keeping some gold [2] => Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA [3] => Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA [4] => Eating a root [5] => Offering him a root [6] => Throws a stone at him [7] => Enter Banditti [8] => Exeunt Banditti [9] => Enter FLAVIUS [10] => Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth [1] => Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb [2] => Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb, [3] => Whose procreation, residence, and birth, [4] => Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes; [5] => The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, [6] => To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, [7] => But by contempt of nature. [8] => Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord; [9] => The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, [10] => The beggar native honour. [11] => It is the pasture lards the rother's sides, [12] => The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, [13] => In purity of manhood stand upright, [14] => And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be, [15] => So are they all; for every grise of fortune [16] => Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate [17] => Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; [18] => There's nothing level in our cursed natures, [19] => But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd [20] => All feasts, societies, and throngs of men! [21] => His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains: [22] => Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots! [23] => Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate [24] => With thy most operant poison! What is here? [25] => Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, [26] => I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens! [27] => Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, [28] => Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. [29] => Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this [30] => Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, [31] => Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: [32] => This yellow slave [33] => Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, [34] => Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves [35] => And give them title, knee and approbation [36] => With senators on the bench: this is it [37] => That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; [38] => She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores [39] => Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices [40] => To the April day again. Come, damned earth, [41] => Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds [42] => Among the route of nations, I will make thee [43] => Do thy right nature. [44] => Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick, [45] => But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief, [46] => When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. [47] => Nay, stay thou out for earnest. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Digging [1] => March afar off ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => What art thou there? speak. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, [1] => For showing me again the eyes of man! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, [1] => That art thyself a man? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind. [1] => For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, [2] => That I might love thee something. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know thee well; [1] => But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know thee too; and more than that I know thee, [1] => I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; [2] => With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: [3] => Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; [4] => Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine [5] => Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, [6] => For all her cherubim look. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHRYNIA [LINE] => Thy lips rot off! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns [1] => To thine own lips again. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => How came the noble Timon to this change? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As the moon does, by wanting light to give: [1] => But then renew I could not, like the moon; [2] => There were no suns to borrow of. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble Timon, [1] => What friendship may I do thee? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => None, but to [1] => Maintain my opinion. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => What is it, Timon? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou [1] => wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art [2] => a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for [3] => thou art a man! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => I see them now; then was a blessed time. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMANDRA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world [1] => Voiced so regardfully? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Art thou Timandra? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMANDRA [LINE] => Yes. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee; [1] => Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. [2] => Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves [3] => For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth [4] => To the tub-fast and the diet. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMANDRA [LINE] => Hang thee, monster! ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits [1] => Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. [2] => I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, [3] => The want whereof doth daily make revolt [4] => In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved, [5] => How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, [6] => Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, [7] => But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,-- ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble? [1] => I had rather be alone. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, fare thee well: [1] => Here is some gold for thee. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Keep it, I cannot eat it. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,-- ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Ay, Timon, and have cause. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods confound them all in thy conquest; [1] => And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd! ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Why me, Timon? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That, by killing of villains, [1] => Thou wast born to conquer my country. [2] => Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on; [3] => Be as a planetary plague, when Jove [4] => Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison [5] => In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one: [6] => Pity not honour'd age for his white beard; [7] => He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron; [8] => It is her habit only that is honest, [9] => Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek [10] => Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps, [11] => That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, [12] => Are not within the leaf of pity writ, [13] => But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe, [14] => Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; [15] => Think it a bastard, whom the oracle [16] => Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, [17] => And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects; [18] => Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes; [19] => Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, [20] => Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, [21] => Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay soldiers: [22] => Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, [23] => Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou [1] => givest me, [2] => Not all thy counsel. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse [1] => upon thee! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => PHRYNIA [1] => TIMANDRA ) [LINE] => Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, [1] => And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, [2] => Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable, [3] => Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear [4] => Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues [5] => The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths, [6] => I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still; [7] => And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, [8] => Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; [9] => Let your close fire predominate his smoke, [10] => And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months, [11] => Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs [12] => With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd, [13] => No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still; [14] => Paint till a horse may mire upon your face, [15] => A pox of wrinkles! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => PHRYNIA [1] => TIMANDRA ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, more gold: what then? [1] => Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Consumptions sow [1] => In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, [2] => And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, [3] => That he may never more false title plead, [4] => Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen, [5] => That scolds against the quality of flesh, [6] => And not believes himself: down with the nose, [7] => Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away [8] => Of him that, his particular to foresee, [9] => Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate [10] => ruffians bald; [11] => And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war [12] => Derive some pain from you: plague all; [13] => That your activity may defeat and quell [14] => The source of all erection. There's more gold: [15] => Do you damn others, and let this damn you, [16] => And ditches grave you all! ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => PHRYNIA [1] => TIMANDRA ) [LINE] => More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon: [1] => If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => I never did thee harm. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Yes, thou spokest well of me. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Call'st thou that harm? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take [1] => Thy beagles with thee. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => We but offend him. Strike! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, [1] => Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou, [2] => Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, [3] => Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, [4] => Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, [5] => Engenders the black toad and adder blue, [6] => The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm, [7] => With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven [8] => Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; [9] => Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, [10] => From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! [11] => Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, [12] => Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! [13] => Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; [14] => Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face [15] => Hath to the marbled mansion all above [16] => Never presented!--O, a root,--dear thanks!-- [17] => Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; [18] => Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts [19] => And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, [20] => That from it all consideration slips! [21] => More man? plague, plague! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Digging [1] => Enter APEMANTUS ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was directed hither: men report [1] => Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog, [1] => Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee! ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is in thee a nature but infected; [1] => A poor unmanly melancholy sprung [2] => From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? [3] => This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? [4] => Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; [5] => Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot [6] => That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, [7] => By putting on the cunning of a carper. [8] => Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive [9] => By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, [10] => And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, [11] => Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, [12] => And call it excellent: thou wast told thus; [13] => Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome [14] => To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just [15] => That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, [16] => Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself; [1] => A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st [2] => That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, [3] => Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees, [4] => That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels, [5] => And skip where thou point'st out? will the [6] => cold brook, [7] => Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, [8] => To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures [9] => Whose naked natures live in an the spite [10] => Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks, [11] => To the conflicting elements exposed, [12] => Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee; [13] => O, thou shalt find-- ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => A fool of thee: depart. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => I love thee better now than e'er I did. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => I hate thee worse. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Why? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Thou flatter'st misery. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Why dost thou seek me out? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => To vex thee. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Always a villain's office or a fool's. [1] => Dost please thyself in't? ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ay. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => What! a knave too? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on [1] => To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou [2] => Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again, [3] => Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery [4] => Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before: [5] => The one is filling still, never complete; [6] => The other, at high wish: best state, contentless, [7] => Hath a distracted and most wretched being, [8] => Worse than the worst, content. [9] => Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not by his breath that is more miserable. [1] => Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm [2] => With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. [3] => Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded [4] => The sweet degrees that this brief world affords [5] => To such as may the passive drugs of it [6] => Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself [7] => In general riot; melted down thy youth [8] => In different beds of lust; and never learn'd [9] => The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd [10] => The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, [11] => Who had the world as my confectionary, [12] => The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men [13] => At duty, more than I could frame employment, [14] => That numberless upon me stuck as leaves [15] => Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush [16] => Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare [17] => For every storm that blows: I, to bear this, [18] => That never knew but better, is some burden: [19] => Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time [20] => Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men? [21] => They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given? [22] => If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag, [23] => Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff [24] => To some she beggar and compounded thee [25] => Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone! [26] => If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, [27] => Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Art thou proud yet? ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ay, that I am not thee. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I, that I was [1] => No prodigal. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I, that I am one now: [1] => Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, [2] => I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. [3] => That the whole life of Athens were in this! [4] => Thus would I eat it. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Here; I will mend thy feast. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => First mend my company, take away thyself. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; [1] => if not, I would it were. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => What wouldst thou have to Athens? ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, [1] => Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Here is no use for gold. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The best and truest; [1] => For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Where liest o' nights, Timon? ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Under that's above me. [1] => Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus? ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat [1] => it. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Would poison were obedient and knew my mind! ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Where wouldst thou send it? ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => To sauce thy dishes. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the [1] => extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt [2] => and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much [3] => curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art [4] => despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for [5] => thee, eat it. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => On what I hate I feed not. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Dost hate a medlar? ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ay, though it look like thee. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst [1] => have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou [2] => ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means? ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou [1] => ever know beloved? ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Myself. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a [1] => dog. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What things in the world canst thou nearest compare [1] => to thy flatterers? ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Women nearest; but men, men are the things [1] => themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, [2] => Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of [1] => men, and remain a beast with the beasts? ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ay, Timon. ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t' [1] => attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would [2] => beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would [3] => eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would [4] => suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by [5] => the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would [6] => torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a [7] => breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy [8] => greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst [9] => hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the [10] => unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and [11] => make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert [12] => thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse: [13] => wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the [14] => leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to [15] => the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on [16] => thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy [17] => defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that [18] => were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art [19] => thou already, that seest not thy loss in [20] => transformation! ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou [1] => mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of [2] => Athens is become a forest of beasts. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city? ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of [1] => company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it [2] => and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll [3] => see thee again. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be [1] => welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => All villains that do stand by thee are pure. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st. ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I name thee. [1] => I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => I would my tongue could rot them off! ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! [1] => Choler does kill me that thou art alive; [2] => I swound to see thee. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Would thou wouldst burst! ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, [1] => Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose [2] => A stone by thee. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Beast! ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Slave! ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Toad! ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rogue, rogue, rogue! [1] => I am sick of this false world, and will love nought [2] => But even the mere necessities upon 't. [3] => Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; [4] => Lie where the light foam the sea may beat [5] => Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, [6] => That death in me at others' lives may laugh. [7] => O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce [8] => 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler [9] => Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! [10] => Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer, [11] => Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow [12] => That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, [13] => That solder'st close impossibilities, [14] => And makest them kiss! that speak'st with [15] => every tongue, [16] => To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts! [17] => Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue [18] => Set them into confounding odds, that beasts [19] => May have the world in empire! ) [STAGEDIR] => To the gold ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would 'twere so! [1] => But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold: [2] => Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Throng'd to! ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Ay. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Thy back, I prithee. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => APEMANTUS [LINE] => Live, and love thy misery. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Long live so, and so die. [1] => I am quit. [2] => Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit APEMANTUS ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where should he have this gold? It is some poor [1] => fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the [2] => mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his [3] => friends, drove him into this melancholy. ) ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Bandit [LINE] => It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not [1] => for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously [2] => reserve it, how shall's get it? ) ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Bandit [LINE] => True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid. ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Bandit [LINE] => Is not this he? ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Banditti [LINE] => Where? ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Bandit [LINE] => 'Tis his description. ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Bandit [LINE] => He; I know him. ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Banditti [LINE] => Save thee, Timon. ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Now, thieves? ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Banditti [LINE] => Soldiers, not thieves. ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Both too; and women's sons. ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Banditti [LINE] => We are not thieves, but men that much do want. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your greatest want is, you want much of meat. [1] => Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; [2] => Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; [3] => The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips; [4] => The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush [5] => Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, [1] => As beasts and birds and fishes. ) ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes; [1] => You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con [2] => That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not [3] => In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft [4] => In limited professions. Rascal thieves, [5] => Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape, [6] => Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, [7] => And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; [8] => His antidotes are poison, and he slays [9] => Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together; [10] => Do villany, do, since you protest to do't, [11] => Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery. [12] => The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction [13] => Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, [14] => And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: [15] => The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves [16] => The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, [17] => That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen [18] => From general excrement: each thing's a thief: [19] => The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power [20] => Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away, [21] => Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats: [22] => All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go, [23] => Break open shops; nothing can you steal, [24] => But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this [25] => I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen. ) ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has almost charmed me from my profession, by [1] => persuading me to it. ) ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises [1] => us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. ) ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Bandit [LINE] => I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade. ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Bandit [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time [1] => so miserable but a man may be true. ) ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O you gods! [1] => Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord? [2] => Full of decay and failing? O monument [3] => And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd! [4] => What an alteration of honour [5] => Has desperate want made! [6] => What viler thing upon the earth than friends [7] => Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! [8] => How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, [9] => When man was wish'd to love his enemies! [10] => Grant I may ever love, and rather woo [11] => Those that would mischief me than those that do! [12] => Has caught me in his eye: I will present [13] => My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, [14] => Still serve him with my life. My dearest master! ) ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Away! what art thou? ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Have you forgot me, sir? ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; [1] => Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee. ) ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => An honest poor servant of yours. ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then I know thee not: [1] => I never had honest man about me, I; all [2] => I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains. ) ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods are witness, [1] => Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief [2] => For his undone lord than mine eyes for you. ) ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I [1] => love thee, [2] => Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st [3] => Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give [4] => But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping: [5] => Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping! ) ) [154] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beg of you to know me, good my lord, [1] => To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts [2] => To entertain me as your steward still. ) ) [155] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had I a steward [1] => So true, so just, and now so comfortable? [2] => It almost turns my dangerous nature mild. [3] => Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man [4] => Was born of woman. [5] => Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, [6] => You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim [7] => One honest man--mistake me not--but one; [8] => No more, I pray,--and he's a steward. [9] => How fain would I have hated all mankind! [10] => And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, [11] => I fell with curses. [12] => Methinks thou art more honest now than wise; [13] => For, by oppressing and betraying me, [14] => Thou mightst have sooner got another service: [15] => For many so arrive at second masters, [16] => Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true-- [17] => For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure-- [18] => Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, [19] => If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts, [20] => Expecting in return twenty for one? ) ) [156] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my most worthy master; in whose breast [1] => Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late: [2] => You should have fear'd false times when you did feast: [3] => Suspect still comes where an estate is least. [4] => That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, [5] => Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, [6] => Care of your food and living; and, believe it, [7] => My most honour'd lord, [8] => For any benefit that points to me, [9] => Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange [10] => For this one wish, that you had power and wealth [11] => To requite me, by making rich yourself. ) ) [157] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man, [1] => Here, take: the gods out of my misery [2] => Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy; [3] => But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men; [4] => Hate all, curse all, show charity to none, [5] => But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, [6] => Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs [7] => What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em, [8] => Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like [9] => blasted woods, [10] => And may diseases lick up their false bloods! [11] => And so farewell and thrive. ) ) [158] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let me stay, [1] => And comfort you, my master. ) ) [159] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou hatest curses, [1] => Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free: [2] => Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon's cave. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON watching them from his cave [1] => TIMON comes from his cave, behind [2] => Coming forward [3] => Beats them out, and then retires to his cave [4] => Enter FLAVIUS and two Senators [5] => TIMON comes from his cave [6] => Retires to his cave [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where [1] => he abides. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold [1] => for true, that he's so full of gold? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and [1] => Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor [2] => straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said [3] => he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens [1] => again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore [2] => 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this [3] => supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in [4] => us; and is very likely to load our purposes with [5] => what they travail for, if it be a just true report [6] => that goes of his having. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => What have you now to present unto him? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will [1] => promise him an excellent piece. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent [1] => that's coming toward him. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the [1] => time: it opens the eyes of expectation: [2] => performance is ever the duller for his act; and, [3] => but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the [4] => deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is [5] => most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind [6] => of will or testament which argues a great sickness [7] => in his judgment that makes it. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => man so bad as is thyself. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for [1] => him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire [2] => against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery [3] => of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in [2] => other men? Do so, I have gold for thee. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, let's seek him: [1] => Then do we sin against our own estate, [2] => When we may profit meet, and come too late. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True; [1] => When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, [2] => Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => god's gold, [2] => That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple [3] => Than where swine feed! [4] => 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam, [5] => Settlest admired reverence in a slave: [6] => To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye [7] => Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey! [8] => Fit I meet them. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Hail, worthy Timon! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Our late noble master! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Have I once lived to see two honest men? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, [1] => Having often of your open bounty tasted, [2] => Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off, [3] => Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!-- [4] => Not all the whips of heaven are large enough: [5] => What! to you, [6] => Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence [7] => To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover [8] => The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude [9] => With any size of words. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it go naked, men may see't the better: [1] => You that are honest, by being what you are, [2] => Make them best seen and known. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He and myself [1] => Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts, [2] => And sweetly felt it. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Ay, you are honest men. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => We are hither come to offer you our service. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you? [1] => Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold; [1] => I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore [1] => Came not my friend nor I. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit [1] => Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best; [2] => Thou counterfeit'st most lively. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => So, so, my lord. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction, [1] => Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth [2] => That thou art even natural in thine art. [3] => But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, [4] => I must needs say you have a little fault: [5] => Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I [6] => You take much pains to mend. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beseech your honour [1] => To make it known to us. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => You'll take it ill. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Most thankfully, my lord. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Will you, indeed? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Doubt it not, worthy lord. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's never a one of you but trusts a knave, [1] => That mightily deceives you. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Do we, my lord? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble, [1] => Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, [2] => Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured [3] => That he's a made-up villain. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Painter [LINE] => I know none such, my lord. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Poet [LINE] => Nor I. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, [1] => Rid me these villains from your companies: [2] => Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught, [3] => Confound them by some course, and come to me, [4] => I'll give you gold enough. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Name them, my lord, let's know them. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You that way and you this, but two in company; [1] => Each man apart, all single and alone, [2] => Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. [3] => If where thou art two villains shall not be, [4] => Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside [5] => But where one villain is, then him abandon. [6] => Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves: [7] => You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence! [8] => You are an alchemist; make gold of that. [9] => Out, rascal dogs! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To Painter [1] => To Poet ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is in vain that you would speak with Timon; [1] => For he is set so only to himself [2] => That nothing but himself which looks like man [3] => Is friendly with him. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring us to his cave: [1] => It is our part and promise to the Athenians [2] => To speak with Timon. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At all times alike [1] => Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs [2] => That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand, [3] => Offering the fortunes of his former days, [4] => The former man may make him. Bring us to him, [5] => And chance it as it may. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is his cave. [1] => Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! [2] => Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians, [3] => By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: [4] => Speak to them, noble Timon. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and [1] => be hang'd: [2] => For each true word, a blister! and each false [3] => Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue, [4] => Consuming it with speaking! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Worthy Timon,-- ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank them; and would send them back the plague, [1] => Could I but catch it for them. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, forget [1] => What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. [2] => The senators with one consent of love [3] => Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought [4] => On special dignities, which vacant lie [5] => For thy best use and wearing. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They confess [1] => Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross: [2] => Which now the public body, which doth seldom [3] => Play the recanter, feeling in itself [4] => A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal [5] => Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon; [6] => And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render, [7] => Together with a recompense more fruitful [8] => Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; [9] => Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth [10] => As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs [11] => And write in thee the figures of their love, [12] => Ever to read them thine. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You witch me in it; [1] => Surprise me to the very brink of tears: [2] => Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes, [3] => And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, so please thee to return with us [1] => And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take [2] => The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, [3] => Allow'd with absolute power and thy good name [4] => Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back [5] => Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, [6] => Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up [7] => His country's peace. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And shakes his threatening sword [1] => Against the walls of Athens. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Therefore, Timon,-- ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus: [1] => If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, [2] => Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, [3] => That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens, [4] => And take our goodly aged men by the beards, [5] => Giving our holy virgins to the stain [6] => Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war, [7] => Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, [8] => In pity of our aged and our youth, [9] => I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, [10] => And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not, [11] => While you have throats to answer: for myself, [12] => There's not a whittle in the unruly camp [13] => But I do prize it at my love before [14] => The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you [15] => To the protection of the prosperous gods, [16] => As thieves to keepers. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Stay not, all's in vain. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I was writing of my epitaph; [1] => it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness [2] => Of health and living now begins to mend, [3] => And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; [4] => Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, [5] => And last so long enough! ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => We speak in vain. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But yet I love my country, and am not [1] => One that rejoices in the common wreck, [2] => As common bruit doth put it. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => That's well spoke. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Commend me to my loving countrymen,-- ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These words become your lips as they pass [1] => thorough them. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And enter in our ears like great triumphers [1] => In their applauding gates. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Commend me to them, [1] => And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, [2] => Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, [3] => Their pangs of love, with other incident throes [4] => That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain [5] => In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them: [6] => I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => I like this well; he will return again. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a tree, which grows here in my close, [1] => That mine own use invites me to cut down, [2] => And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends, [3] => Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree [4] => From high to low throughout, that whoso please [5] => To stop affliction, let him take his haste, [6] => Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, [7] => And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLAVIUS [LINE] => Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TIMON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come not to me again: but say to Athens, [1] => Timon hath made his everlasting mansion [2] => Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; [3] => Who once a day with his embossed froth [4] => The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, [5] => And let my grave-stone be your oracle. [6] => Lips, let sour words go by and language end: [7] => What is amiss plague and infection mend! [8] => Graves only be men's works and death their gain! [9] => Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His discontents are unremoveably [1] => Coupled to nature. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our hope in him is dead: let us return, [1] => And strain what other means is left unto us [2] => In our dear peril. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => It requires swift foot. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Before the walls of Athens. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Senators and a Messenger [1] => Enter the Senators from TIMON [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files [1] => As full as thy report? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => have spoke the least: [1] => Besides, his expedition promises [2] => Present approach. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; [1] => Whom, though in general part we were opposed, [2] => Yet our old love made a particular force, [3] => And made us speak like friends: this man was riding [4] => From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, [5] => With letters of entreaty, which imported [6] => His fellowship i' the cause against your city, [7] => In part for his sake moved. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Here come our brothers. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. [1] => The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring [2] => Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare: [3] => Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The woods. Timon's cave, and a rude tomb seen. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By all description this should be the place. [1] => Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this? [2] => Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span: [3] => Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. [4] => Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb [5] => I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax: [6] => Our captain hath in every figure skill, [7] => An aged interpreter, though young in days: [8] => Before proud Athens he's set down by this, [9] => Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Before the walls of Athens. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his powers [1] => The Senators descend, and open the gates [2] => Enter Soldier [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sound to this coward and lascivious town [1] => Our terrible approach. [2] => Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time [3] => With all licentious measure, making your wills [4] => The scope of justice; till now myself and such [5] => As slept within the shadow of your power [6] => Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed [7] => Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush, [8] => When crouching marrow in the bearer strong [9] => Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong [10] => Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, [11] => And pursy insolence shall break his wind [12] => With fear and horrid flight. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A parley sounded [1] => Enter Senators on the walls ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble and young, [1] => When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, [2] => Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, [3] => We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, [4] => To wipe out our ingratitude with loves [5] => Above their quantity. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So did we woo [1] => Transformed Timon to our city's love [2] => By humble message and by promised means: [3] => We were not all unkind, nor all deserve [4] => The common stroke of war. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These walls of ours [1] => Were not erected by their hands from whom [2] => You have received your griefs; nor are they such [3] => That these great towers, trophies and schools [4] => should fall [5] => For private faults in them. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor are they living [1] => Who were the motives that you first went out; [2] => Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess [3] => Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, [4] => Into our city with thy banners spread: [5] => By decimation, and a tithed death-- [6] => If thy revenges hunger for that food [7] => Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth, [8] => And by the hazard of the spotted die [9] => Let die the spotted. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All have not offended; [1] => For those that were, it is not square to take [2] => On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, [3] => Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, [4] => Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: [5] => Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin [6] => Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall [7] => With those that have offended: like a shepherd, [8] => Approach the fold and cull the infected forth, [9] => But kill not all together. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What thou wilt, [1] => Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile [2] => Than hew to't with thy sword. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Set but thy foot [1] => Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope; [2] => So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, [3] => To say thou'lt enter friendly. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Throw thy glove, [1] => Or any token of thine honour else, [2] => That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress [3] => And not as our confusion, all thy powers [4] => Shall make their harbour in our town, till we [5] => Have seal'd thy full desire. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then there's my glove; [1] => Descend, and open your uncharged ports: [2] => Those enemies of Timon's and mine own [3] => Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof [4] => Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears [5] => With my more noble meaning, not a man [6] => Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream [7] => Of regular justice in your city's bounds, [8] => But shall be render'd to your public laws [9] => At heaviest answer. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => 'Tis most nobly spoken. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Descend, and keep your words. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My noble general, Timon is dead; [1] => Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea; [2] => And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which [3] => With wax I brought away, whose soft impression [4] => Interprets for my poor ignorance. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALCIBIADES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads the epitaph ) [1] => wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: [2] => Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked [3] => caitiffs left! [4] => Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate: [5] => Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay [6] => not here thy gait.' [7] => These well express in thee thy latter spirits: [8] => Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, [9] => Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our [10] => droplets which [11] => From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit [12] => Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye [13] => On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead [14] => Is noble Timon: of whose memory [15] => Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, [16] => And I will use the olive with my sword, [17] => Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each [18] => Prescribe to other as each other's leech. [19] => Let our drums strike. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )