The Life of Timon of Athens

A tragedy written in 1607 by William Shakespeare

1(stage directions)11[Athens. A hall in Timon's house. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors]
211POETGood day, sir.
311PAINTERI am glad you're well.
411POETI have not seen you long: how goes the world?
511PAINTERIt wears, sir, as it grows.
611POETAy, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.
711PAINTERI know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
811MERCHANTO, 'tis a worthy lord.
911JEWELLERNay, that's most fix'd.
1011MERCHANTA most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness: He passes.
1111MERCHANTO, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
1211POET[Reciting to himself] 'When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.'
1311MERCHANT'Tis a good form.
14(stage directions)11[Looking at the jewel]
1511JEWELLERAnd rich: here is a water, look ye.
1611PAINTERYou are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord.
1711POETA thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
1811PAINTERA picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
1911POETUpon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece.
2011PAINTER'Tis a good piece.
2111POETSo 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
2311POETAdmirable: how this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.
2411PAINTERIt is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; is't good?
2511POETI will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
26(stage directions)11[Enter certain Senators, and pass over]
2711PAINTERHow this lord is follow'd!
2811POETThe senators of Athens: happy man!
2911PAINTERLook, more!
3011POETYou see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: my free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold; But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
3111PAINTERHow shall I understand you?
3211POETI will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and slippery creatures as Of grave and austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself: even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod.
3311PAINTERI saw them speak together.
3411POETSir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states: amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals.
3511PAINTER'Tis conceived to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the sleepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In our condition.
3611POETNay, sir, but hear me on. All those which were his fellows but of late, Some better than his value, on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink the free air.
3711PAINTERAy, marry, what of these?
3811POETWhen Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
3911PAINTER'Tis common: A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head. [Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself] courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other servants following]
4011TIMONImprison'd is he, say you?
4111MESSENGERAy, my good lord: five talents is his debt, His means most short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing, Periods his comfort.
4211TIMONNoble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather to shake off My friend when he must need me. I do know him A gentleman that well deserves a help: Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him.
4311MESSENGERYour lordship ever binds him.
4411TIMONCommend me to him: I will send his ransom; And being enfranchised, bid him come to me. 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. Fare you well.
4511MESSENGERAll happiness to your honour!
46(stage directions)11[Exit]
47(stage directions)11[Enter an old Athenian]
4811OLD ATHENIANLord Timon, hear me speak.
4911TIMONFreely, good father.
5011OLD ATHENIANThou hast a servant named Lucilius.
5111TIMONI have so: what of him?
5211OLD ATHENIANMost noble Timon, call the man before thee.
5311TIMONAttends he here, or no? Lucilius!
5411LUCILIUSHere, at your lordship's service.
5511OLD ATHENIANThis fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift; And my estate deserves an heir more raised Than one which holds a trencher.
5611TIMONWell; what further?
5711OLD ATHENIANOne only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got: The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, And I have bred her at my dearest cost In qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord, Join with me to forbid him her resort; Myself have spoke in vain.
5811TIMONThe man is honest.
5911OLD ATHENIANTherefore he will be, Timon: His honesty rewards him in itself; It must not bear my daughter.
6011TIMONDoes she love him?
6111OLD ATHENIANShe is young and apt: Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth.
6211TIMON[To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?
6311LUCILIUSAy, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
6411OLD ATHENIANIf in her marriage my consent be missing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And dispossess her all.
6511TIMONHow shall she be endow'd, if she be mated with an equal husband?
6611OLD ATHENIANThree talents on the present; in future, all.
6711TIMONThis gentleman of mine hath served me long: To build his fortune I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her.
6811OLD ATHENIANMost noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
6911TIMONMy hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
7011LUCILIUSHumbly I thank your lordship: never may The state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you!
71(stage directions)11[Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian]
7211POETVouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
7311TIMONI thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
7411PAINTERA piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.
7511TIMONPainting is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man; or since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work; And you shall find I like it: wait attendance Till you hear further from me.
7611PAINTERThe gods preserve ye!
7711TIMONWell fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise.
7811JEWELLERWhat, my lord! dispraise?
7911TIMONA more satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, It would unclew me quite.
8011JEWELLERMy lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would give: but you well know, Things of like value differing in the owners Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
8111TIMONWell mock'd.
8211MERCHANTNo, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him.
8311TIMONLook, who comes here: will you be chid?
84(stage directions)11[Enter APEMANTUS]
8511MERCHANTHe'll spare none.
8611TIMONGood morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
8711APEMANTUSTill I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
8811TIMONWhy dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
8911APEMANTUSAre they not Athenians?
9111APEMANTUSThen I repent not.
9211APEMANTUSThou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.
9311TIMONThou art proud, Apemantus.
9411APEMANTUSOf nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
9511TIMONWhither art going?
9611APEMANTUSTo knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
9711TIMONThat's a deed thou'lt die for.
9811APEMANTUSRight, if doing nothing be death by the law.
9911TIMONHow likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
10011APEMANTUSThe best, for the innocence.
10111TIMONWrought he not well that painted it?
10211APEMANTUSHe wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
10311PAINTERYou're a dog.
10411APEMANTUSThy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
10511TIMONWilt dine with me, Apemantus?
10611APEMANTUSNo; I eat not lords.
10711TIMONAn thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
10811APEMANTUSO, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
10911TIMONThat's a lascivious apprehension.
11011APEMANTUSSo thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.
11111TIMONHow dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
11211APEMANTUSNot so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
11311TIMONWhat dost thou think 'tis worth?
11411APEMANTUSNot worth my thinking. How now, poet!
11511POETHow now, philosopher!
11611APEMANTUSThou liest.
11711POETArt not one?
11911POETThen I lie not.
12011APEMANTUSArt not a poet?
12211APEMANTUSThen thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
12311POETThat's not feigned; he is so.
12411APEMANTUSYes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
12511TIMONWhat wouldst do then, Apemantus?
12611APEMANTUSE'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
12711TIMONWhat, thyself?
13011APEMANTUSThat I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant?
13111MERCHANTAy, Apemantus.
13211APEMANTUSTraffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
13311MERCHANTIf traffic do it, the gods do it.
13411APEMANTUSTraffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
135(stage directions)11[Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger]
13611TIMONWhat trumpet's that?
13711MESSENGER'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, All of companionship.
13811TIMONPray, entertain them; give them guide to us. [Exeunt some Attendants] You must needs dine with me: go not you hence Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done, Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. [Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest] Most welcome, sir!
13911APEMANTUSSo, so, there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey.
14011ALCIBIADESSir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight.
14111TIMONRight welcome, sir! Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
142(stage directions)11[Exeunt all except APEMANTUS]
143(stage directions)11[Enter two Lords]
14411FIRST LORDWhat time o' day is't, Apemantus?
14511APEMANTUSTime to be honest.
14611FIRST LORDThat time serves still.
14711APEMANTUSThe more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.
14811SECOND LORDThou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
14911APEMANTUSAy, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
15011SECOND LORDFare thee well, fare thee well.
15111APEMANTUSThou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
15211SECOND LORDWhy, Apemantus?
15311APEMANTUSShouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
15411FIRST LORDHang thyself!
15511APEMANTUSNo, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.
15611SECOND LORDAway, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!
15711APEMANTUSI will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.
158(stage directions)11[Exit]
15911FIRST LORDHe's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes The very heart of kindness.
16011SECOND LORDHe pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance.
16111FIRST LORDThe noblest mind he carries That ever govern'd man.
16211SECOND LORDLong may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?
16311FIRST LORDI'll keep you company.
164(stage directions)11[Exeunt] [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]
16512VENTIDIUSMost honour'd Timon, It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age, And call him to long peace. He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help I derived liberty.
16612TIMONO, by no means, Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love: I gave it freely ever; and there's none Can truly say he gives, if he receives: If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
16712VENTIDIUSA noble spirit!
16812TIMONNay, my lords, [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON] Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me.
169(stage directions)12[They sit]
17012FIRST LORDMy lord, we always have confess'd it.
17112APEMANTUSHo, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
17212TIMONO, Apemantus, you are welcome.
17312APEMANTUSNo; You shall not make me welcome: I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
17412TIMONFie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame. They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is he fit for't, indeed.
17512APEMANTUSLet me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.
17612TIMONI take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian, therefore welcome: I myself would have no power; prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
17712APEMANTUSI scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
17812TIMONMy lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
17912SECOND LORDLet it flow this way, my good lord.
18012APEMANTUSFlow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: This and my food are equals; there's no odds: Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Apemantus' grace. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself: Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond; Or a harlot, for her weeping; Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping: Or a keeper with my freedom; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall to't: Rich men sin, and I eat root. [Eats and drinks] Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
18112TIMONCaptain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
18212ALCIBIADESMy heart is ever at your service, my lord.
18312TIMONYou had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends.
18412ALCIBIADESSo the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
18512APEMANTUSWould all those fatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
18612FIRST LORDMight we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
18712TIMONO, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: how had you been my friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we can our own than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.
18812APEMANTUSThou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
18912SECOND LORDJoy had the like conception in our eyes And at that instant like a babe sprung up.
19012APEMANTUSHo, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
19112THIRD LORDI promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
193(stage directions)12[Tucket, within]
19412TIMONWhat means that trump? [Enter a Servant] How now?
19512SERVANTPlease you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
19612TIMONLadies! what are their wills?
19712SERVANTThere comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
19812TIMONI pray, let them be admitted.
199(stage directions)12[Enter Cupid]
20012CUPIDHail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear, Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
20112TIMONThey're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance: Music, make their welcome!
202(stage directions)12[Exit Cupid]
20312FIRST LORDYou see, my lord, how ample you're beloved. [Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies] as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing]
20412APEMANTUSHoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life. As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I should fear those that dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. [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]
20512TIMONYou have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful and kind; You have added worth unto 't and lustre, And entertain'd me with mine own device; I am to thank you for 't.
20612FIRST LADYMy lord, you take us even at the best.
20712APEMANTUS'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me.
20812TIMONLadies, there is an idle banquet attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves.
20912ALL LADIESMost thankfully, my lord.
210(stage directions)12[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies]
21212FLAVIUSMy lord?
21312TIMONThe little casket bring me hither.
21412FLAVIUSYes, my lord. More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in 's humour; [Aside] Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should, When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
215(stage directions)12[Exit]
21612FIRST LORDWhere be our men?
21712SERVANTHere, my lord, in readiness.
21812SECOND LORDOur horses!
219(stage directions)12[Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket]
22012TIMONO my friends, I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord, I must entreat you, honour me so much As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it, Kind my lord.
22112FIRST LORDI am so far already in your gifts,--
22212ALLSo are we all.
223(stage directions)12[Enter a Servant]
22412SERVANTMy lord, there are certain nobles of the senate Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
22512TIMONThey are fairly welcome.
22612FLAVIUSI beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
22712TIMONNear! why then, another time I'll hear thee: I prithee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.
22812FLAVIUS[Aside] I scarce know how.
229(stage directions)12[Enter a Second Servant]
23012SECOND SERVANTMay it please your honour, Lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
23112TIMONI shall accept them fairly; let the presents Be worthily entertain'd. [Enter a third Servant] How now! what news?
23212THIRD SERVANTPlease you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
23312TIMONI'll hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward.
23412FLAVIUS[Aside] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer: Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word: he is so kind that he now Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books. Well, would I were gently put out of office Before I were forced out! Happier is he that has no friend to feed Than such that do e'en enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my lord.
235(stage directions)12[Exit]
23612TIMONYou do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits: Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
23712SECOND LORDWith more than common thanks I will receive it.
23812THIRD LORDO, he's the very soul of bounty!
23912TIMONAnd now I remember, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
24012SECOND LORDO, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
24112TIMONYou may take my word, my lord; I know, no man Can justly praise but what he does affect: I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
24212ALL LORDSO, none so welcome.
24312TIMONI take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich; It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field.
24412ALCIBIADESAy, defiled land, my lord.
24512FIRST LORDWe are so virtuously bound--
24612TIMONAnd so Am I to you.
24712SECOND LORDSo infinitely endear'd--
24812TIMONAll to you. Lights, more lights!
24912FIRST LORDThe best of happiness, Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
25012TIMONReady for his friends.
251(stage directions)12[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON]
25212APEMANTUSWhat a coil's here! Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs, Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
25312TIMONNow, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee.
25412APEMANTUSNo, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and vain-glories?
25512TIMONNay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music.
256(stage directions)12[Exit]
25712APEMANTUSSo: Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then: I'll lock thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
258(stage directions)12[Exit]
259(stage directions)21[Enter Senator, with papers in his hand]
26021SENATORAnd late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold. If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses. No porter at his gate, But rather one that smiles and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold: no reason Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say!
261(stage directions)21[Enter CAPHIS]
26221CAPHISHere, sir; what is your pleasure?
26321SENATORGet on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased With slight denial, nor then silenced when-- 'Commend me to your master'--and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn Out of mine own; his days and times are past And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit: I love and honour him, But must not break my back to heal his finger; Immediate are my needs, and my relief Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone: Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand; for, I do fear, When every feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
26421CAPHISI go, sir.
26521SENATOR'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in contempt.
26621CAPHISI will, sir.
268(stage directions)21[Exeunt]
269(stage directions)22[Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand]
27022FLAVIUSNo care, no stop! so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account How things go from him, nor resumes no care Of what is to continue: never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie!
271(stage directions)22[Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro]
27222CAPHISGood even, Varro: what, You come for money?
27322CAPHISIt is: and yours too, Isidore?
27422CAPHISWould we were all discharged!
27522CAPHISHere comes the lord.
276(stage directions)22[Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c]
27722TIMONSo soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
27822CAPHISMy lord, here is a note of certain dues.
27922TIMONDues! Whence are you?
28022CAPHISOf Athens here, my lord.
28122TIMONGo to my steward.
28222CAPHISPlease it your lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month: My master is awaked by great occasion To call upon his own, and humbly prays you That with your other noble parts you'll suit In giving him his right.
28322TIMONMine honest friend, I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
28422CAPHISNay, good my lord,--
28522TIMONContain thyself, good friend. He humbly prays your speedy payment.
28622CAPHISIf you did know, my lord, my master's wants-- And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
28722TIMONGive me breath. I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on; I'll wait upon you instantly. [Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords] [To FLAVIUS] Come hither: pray you, How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honour?
28822FLAVIUSPlease you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Your importunacy cease till after dinner, That I may make his lordship understand Wherefore you are not paid.
28922TIMONDo so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
290(stage directions)22[Exit]
29122FLAVIUSPray, draw near.
292(stage directions)22[Exit]
293(stage directions)22[Enter APEMANTUS and Fool]
29422CAPHISStay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus: let's ha' some sport with 'em.
29522APEMANTUSDost dialogue with thy shadow?
29622APEMANTUSNo,'tis to thyself. [To the Fool] Come away.
29722APEMANTUSNo, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.
29822CAPHISWhere's the fool now?
29922APEMANTUSHe last asked the question. Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!
30022ALL SERVANTSWhat are we, Apemantus?
30322APEMANTUSThat you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.
30422FOOLHow do you, gentlemen?
30522ALL SERVANTSGramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?
30622FOOLShe's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
30722APEMANTUSGood! gramercy.
308(stage directions)22[Enter Page]
30922FOOLLook you, here comes my mistress' page.
31022PAGE[To the Fool] Why, how now, captain! what do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
31122APEMANTUSWould I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
31222PAGEPrithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters: I know not which is which.
31322APEMANTUSCanst not read?
31522APEMANTUSThere will little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't die a bawd.
31622PAGEThou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog's death. Answer not; I am gone.
317(stage directions)22[Exit]
31822APEMANTUSE'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's.
31922FOOLWill you leave me there?
32022APEMANTUSIf Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
32122ALL SERVANTSAy; would they served us!
32222APEMANTUSSo would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
32322FOOLAre you three usurers' men?
32422ALL SERVANTSAy, fool.
32522FOOLI think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?
32622APEMANTUSDo it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.
32722FOOLA fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord; sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher, with two stones moe than's artificial one: he is very often like a knight; and, generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
32822FOOLNor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest.
32922APEMANTUSThat answer might have become Apemantus.
33022ALL SERVANTSAside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
331(stage directions)22[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS]
33222APEMANTUSCome with me, fool, come.
33322FOOLI do not always follow lover, elder brother and woman; sometime the philosopher.
334(stage directions)22[Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool]
33522FLAVIUSPray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.
336(stage directions)22[Exeunt Servants]
33722TIMONYou make me marvel: wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me, That I might so have rated my expense, As I had leave of means?
33822FLAVIUSYou would not hear me, At many leisures I proposed.
33922TIMONGo to: Perchance some single vantages you took. When my indisposition put you back: And that unaptness made your minister, Thus to excuse yourself.
34022FLAVIUSO my good lord, At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty. When, for some trifling present, you have bid me Return so much, I have shook my head and wept; Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you To hold your hand more close: I did endure Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have Prompted you in the ebb of your estate And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time-- The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts.
34122TIMONLet all my land be sold.
34222FLAVIUS'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone; And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning?
34322TIMONTo Lacedaemon did my land extend.
34422FLAVIUSO my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!
34522TIMONYou tell me true.
34622FLAVIUSIf you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow.
34722TIMONPrithee, no more.
34822FLAVIUSHeavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
34922TIMONCome, sermon me no further: No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use As I can bid thee speak.
35022FLAVIUSAssurance bless your thoughts!
35122TIMONAnd, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends. Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
352(stage directions)22[Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants]
35322ALL SERVANTSMy lord? my lord?
35422TIMONI will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius; to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let the request be fifty talents.
35522FLAMINIUSAs you have said, my lord.
35622FLAVIUS[Aside] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!
35722TIMONGo you, sir, to the senators-- Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant A thousand talents to me.
35822FLAVIUSI have been bold-- For that I knew it the most general way-- To them to use your signet and your name; But they do shake their heads, and I am here No richer in return.
35922TIMONIs't true? can't be?
36022FLAVIUSThey answer, in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry--you are honourable,-- But yet they could have wish'd--they know not-- Something hath been amiss--a noble nature May catch a wrench--would all were well--'tis pity;-- And so, intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks and these hard fractions, With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods They froze me into silence.
36122TIMONYou gods, reward them! Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows Have their ingratitude in them hereditary: Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; 'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy. [To a Servant] Go to Ventidius. [To FLAVIUS] Prithee, be not sad, Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak. No blame belongs to thee. [To Servant] Ventidius lately Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd Into a great estate: when he was poor, Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends, I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me; Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd With those five talents. [Exit Servant] [To FLAVIUS] That had, give't these fellows To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
36222FLAVIUSI would I could not think it: that thought is bounty's foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
363(stage directions)22[Exeunt]
364(stage directions)31[FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him]
36531SERVANTI have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
36631FLAMINIUSI thank you, sir.
367(stage directions)31[Enter LUCULLUS]
36831SERVANTHere's my lord.
36931LUCULLUS[Aside] One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine. [Exit Servants] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
37031FLAMINIUSHis health is well sir.
37131LUCULLUSI am right glad that his health is well, sir: and what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
37231FLAMINIUS'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present assistance therein.
37331LUCULLUSLa, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas, good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less, and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get him from't.
374(stage directions)31[Re-enter Servant, with wine]
37531SERVANTPlease your lordship, here is the wine.
37631LUCULLUSFlaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.
37731FLAMINIUSYour lordship speaks your pleasure.
37831LUCULLUSI have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in thee. [To Servant] Get you gone, sirrah. [Exit Servant] Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou knowest well enough, although thou comest to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship, without security. Here's three solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.
37931FLAMINIUSIs't possible the world should so much differ, And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee!
380(stage directions)31[Throwing the money back]
38131LUCULLUSHa! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
382(stage directions)31[Exit]
38331FLAMINIUSMay these add to the number that may scald thee! Let moulten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! Has friendship such a faint and milky heart, It turns in less than two nights? O you gods, I feel master's passion! this slave, Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him: Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment, When he is turn'd to poison? O, may diseases only work upon't! And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature Which my lord paid for, be of any power To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
384(stage directions)31[Exit]
385(stage directions)32[Enter LUCILIUS, with three Strangers]
38632LUCILIUSWho, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.
38732FIRST STRANGERWe know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.
38832LUCILIUSFie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
38932SECOND STRANGERBut believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.
39132SECOND STRANGERI tell you, denied, my lord.
39232LUCILIUSWhat a strange case was that! now, before the gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! there was very little honour showed in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
393(stage directions)32[Enter SERVILIUS]
39432SERVILIUSSee, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,--
395(stage directions)32[To LUCIUS]
39632LUCILIUSServilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
39732SERVILIUSMay it please your honour, my lord hath sent--
39832LUCILIUSHa! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
39932SERVILIUSHas only sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
40032LUCILIUSI know his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.
40132SERVILIUSBut in the mean time he wants less, my lord. If his occasion were not virtuous, I should not urge it half so faithfully.
40232LUCILIUSDost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
40332SERVILIUSUpon my soul,'tis true, sir.
40432LUCILIUSWhat a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now, before the gods, I am not able to do,--the more beast, I say:--I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind: and tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
40532SERVILIUSYes, sir, I shall.
40632LUCILIUSI'll look you out a good turn, Servilius. [Exit SERVILIUS] True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed; And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
407(stage directions)32[Exit]
40832FIRST STRANGERDo you observe this, Hostilius?
40932SECOND STRANGERAy, too well.
41032FIRST STRANGERWhy, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father, And kept his credit with his purse, Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks, But Timon's silver treads upon his lip; And yet--O, see the monstrousness of man When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-- He does deny him, in respect of his, What charitable men afford to beggars.
41132THIRD STRANGERReligion groans at it.
41232FIRST STRANGERFor mine own part, I never tasted Timon in my life, Nor came any of his bounties over me, To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest, For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue And honourable carriage, Had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into donation, And the best half should have return'd to him, So much I love his heart: but, I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
413(stage directions)32[Exeunt]
414(stage directions)33[Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's]
41533SEMPRONIUSMust he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove all others? He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus; And now Ventidius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these Owe their estates unto him.
41633SERVANTMy lord, They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for They have au denied him.
41733SEMPRONIUSHow! have they denied him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? And does he send to me? Three? hum! It shows but little love or judgment in him: Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like physicians, Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me? Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him, That might have known my place: I see no sense for't, But his occasion might have woo'd me first; For, in my conscience, I was the first man That e'er received gift from him: And does he think so backwardly of me now, That I'll requite its last? No: So it may prove an argument of laughter To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool. I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum, Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return, And with their faint reply this answer join; Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
418(stage directions)33[Exit]
41933SERVANTExcellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot think but, in the end, the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his politic love. This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, Save only the gods: now his friends are dead, Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year must be employ'd Now to guard sure their master. And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
420(stage directions)33[Exit] [Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of] LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out]
42134FIRST SERVANTWell met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
42234TITUSThe like to you kind Varro.
42334HORTENSIUSLucius! What, do we meet together? One business does command us all; for mine Is money.
42434TITUSSo is theirs and ours.
425(stage directions)34[Enter PHILOTUS]
42634PHILOTUSGood day at once. What do you think the hour?
42734PHILOTUSLabouring for nine.
42834PHILOTUSIs not my lord seen yet?
42934PHILOTUSI wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. You must consider that a prodigal course Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable. I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse; That is one may reach deep enough, and yet Find little.
43034PHILOTUSI am of your fear for that.
43134TITUSI'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money.
43234HORTENSIUSMost true, he does.
43334TITUSAnd he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money.
43434HORTENSIUSIt is against my heart. Timon in this should pay more than he owes: And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, And send for money for 'em.
43534HORTENSIUSI'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness: I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
43634FIRST SERVANTYes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
43734FIRST SERVANT'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun, Your master's confidence was above mine; Else, surely, his had equall'd. Enter Flaminius.
43834TITUSOne of Lord Timon's men. come forth?
43934FLAMINIUSNo, indeed, he is not.
44034TITUSWe attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
44134FLAMINIUSI need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.
442(stage directions)34[Exit]
443(stage directions)34[Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled] He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
44434TITUSDo you hear, sir?
44534SECOND SERVANTBy your leave, sir,--
44634FLAVIUSWhat do ye ask of me, my friend?
44734TITUSWe wait for certain money here, sir.
44834FLAVIUSAy, If money were as certain as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills, When your false masters eat of my lord's meat? Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; Let me pass quietly: Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
44934FLAVIUSIf 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you; For you serve knaves.
450(stage directions)34[Exit]
45134FIRST SERVANTHow! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
45234SECOND SERVANTNo matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings.
453(stage directions)34[Enter SERVILIUS]
45434TITUSO, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
45534SERVILIUSIf I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from't; for, take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him; he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber. And, if it be so far beyond his health, Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, And make a clear way to the gods.
45634SERVILIUSGood gods!
45734TITUSWe cannot take this for answer, sir.
45834FLAMINIUS[Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
459(stage directions)34[Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following]
46034TIMONWhat, are my doors opposed against my passage? Have I been ever free, and must my house Be my retentive enemy, my gaol? The place which I have feasted, does it now, Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
46134TITUSMy lord, here is my bill.
46234HORTENSIUSAnd mine, my lord.
46334PHILOTUSAll our bills.
46434TIMONKnock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
46534TIMONCut my heart in sums.
46634TITUSMine, fifty talents.
46734TIMONTell out my blood.
46834TIMONFive thousand drops pays that. What yours?--and yours?
46934FIRST SERVANTMy lord,--
47034SECOND SERVANTMy lord,--
47134TIMONTear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
472(stage directions)34[Exit]
47334HORTENSIUS'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money: these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
474(stage directions)34[Exeunt]
475(stage directions)34[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS]
47634TIMONThey have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves. Creditors? devils!
47734FLAVIUSMy dear lord,--
47834TIMONWhat if it should be so?
47934FLAVIUSMy lord,--
48034TIMONI'll have it so. My steward!
48134FLAVIUSHere, my lord.
48234TIMONSo fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius: All, sirrah, all: I'll once more feast the rascals.
48334FLAVIUSO my lord, You only speak from your distracted soul; There is not so much left, to furnish out A moderate table.
48434TIMONBe't not in thy care; go, I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
485(stage directions)34[Exeunt]
48635FIRST SENATORMy lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
48735SECOND SENATORMost true; the law shall bruise him.
488(stage directions)35[Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants]
48935ALCIBIADESHonour, health, and compassion to the senate!
49035FIRST SENATORNow, captain?
49135ALCIBIADESI am an humble suitor to your virtues; For pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood, Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth To those that, without heed, do plunge into 't. He is a man, setting his fate aside, Of comely virtues: Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice-- An honour in him which buys out his fault-- But with a noble fury and fair spirit, Seeing his reputation touch'd to death, He did oppose his foe: And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent, As if he had but proved an argument.
49235FIRST SENATORYou undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling Upon the head of valour; which indeed Is valour misbegot and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born: He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill, What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!
49335ALCIBIADESMy lord,--
49435FIRST SENATORYou cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
49535ALCIBIADESMy lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain. Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And not endure all threats? sleep upon't, And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy? If there be Such valour in the bearing, what make we Abroad? why then, women are more valiant That stay at home, if bearing carry it, And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon Loaden with irons wiser than the judge, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, As you are great, be pitifully good: Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just. To be in anger is impiety; But who is man that is not angry? Weigh but the crime with this.
49635SECOND SENATORYou breathe in vain.
49735ALCIBIADESIn vain! his service done At Lacedaemon and Byzantium Were a sufficient briber for his life.
49835FIRST SENATORWhat's that?
49935ALCIBIADESI say, my lords, he has done fair service, And slain in fight many of your enemies: How full of valour did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!
50035SECOND SENATORHe has made too much plenty with 'em; He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: If there were no foes, that were enough To overcome him: in that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages, And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us, His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
50135FIRST SENATORHe dies.
50235ALCIBIADESHard fate! he might have died in war. My lords, if not for any parts in him-- Though his right arm might purchase his own time And be in debt to none--yet, more to move you, Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both: And, for I know your reverend ages love Security, I'll pawn my victories, all My honours to you, upon his good returns. If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
50335FIRST SENATORWe are for law: he dies; urge it no more, On height of our displeasure: friend or brother, He forfeits his own blood that spills another.
50435ALCIBIADESMust it be so? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
50635ALCIBIADESCall me to your remembrances.
50835ALCIBIADESI cannot think but your age has forgot me; It could not else be, I should prove so base, To sue, and be denied such common grace: My wounds ache at you.
50935FIRST SENATORDo you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; We banish thee for ever.
51035ALCIBIADESBanish me! Banish your dotage; banish usury, That makes the senate ugly.
51135FIRST SENATORIf, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit, He shall be executed presently.
512(stage directions)35[Exeunt Senators]
51335ALCIBIADESNow the gods keep you old enough; that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, While they have told their money and let out Their coin upon large interest, I myself Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? Is this the balsam that the usuring senate Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment! It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd; It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. 'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds; Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
514(stage directions)35[Exit] [Music. Tables set out: Servants attending.] Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors]
51536FIRST LORDThe good time of day to you, sir.
51636SECOND LORDI also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
51736FIRST LORDUpon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
51836SECOND LORDIt should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
51936FIRST LORDI should think so: he hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
52036SECOND LORDIn like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
52136FIRST LORDI am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.
52236SECOND LORDEvery man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you?
52336FIRST LORDA thousand pieces.
52436SECOND LORDA thousand pieces!
52536FIRST LORDWhat of you?
52636SECOND LORDHe sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.
527(stage directions)36[Enter TIMON and Attendants]
52836TIMONWith all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?
52936FIRST LORDEver at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
53036SECOND LORDThe swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship.
53136TIMON[Aside] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o' the trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently.
53236FIRST LORDI hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that I returned you an empty messenger.
53336TIMONO, sir, let it not trouble you.
53436SECOND LORDMy noble lord,--
53536TIMONAh, my good friend, what cheer?
53636SECOND LORDMy most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
53736TIMONThink not on 't, sir.
53836SECOND LORDIf you had sent but two hours before,--
53936TIMONLet it not cumber your better remembrance. [The banquet brought in] Come, bring in all together.
54036SECOND LORDAll covered dishes!
54136FIRST LORDRoyal cheer, I warrant you.
54236THIRD LORDDoubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.
54336FIRST LORDHow do you? What's the news?
54436THIRD LORDAlcibiades is banished: hear you of it?
54536FIRST LORD[with Second Lord] Alcibiades banished!
54636THIRD LORD'Tis so, be sure of it.
54736FIRST LORDHow! how!
54836SECOND LORDI pray you, upon what?
54936TIMONMy worthy friends, will you draw near?
55036THIRD LORDI'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
55136SECOND LORDThis is the old man still.
55236THIRD LORDWill 't hold? will 't hold?
55336SECOND LORDIt does: but time will--and so--
55436THIRD LORDI do conceive.
55536TIMONEach man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: sit, sit. The gods require our thanks. You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another; for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains: if there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be--as they are. The rest of your fees, O gods--the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of people--what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover, dogs, and lap. [The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of] warm water]
55636SOME SPEAKWhat does his lordship mean?
55736SOME OTHERSI know not.
55836TIMONMay you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany. [Throwing the water in their faces] Live loathed and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks! Of man and beast the infinite malady Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go? Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;-- Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. [Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out] What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be Of Timon man and all humanity!
559(stage directions)36[Exit]
560(stage directions)36[Re-enter the Lords, Senators, &c]
56136FIRST LORDHow now, my lords!
56236SECOND LORDKnow you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?
56336THIRD LORDPush! did you see my cap?
56436FOURTH LORDI have lost my gown.
56536FIRST LORDHe's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?
56636THIRD LORDDid you see my cap?
56736SECOND LORDHere 'tis.
56836FOURTH LORDHere lies my gown.
56936FIRST LORDLet's make no stay.
57036SECOND LORDLord Timon's mad.
57136THIRD LORDI feel 't upon my bones.
57236FOURTH LORDOne day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
573(stage directions)36[Exeunt]
574(stage directions)41[Enter TIMON]
57541TIMONLet me look back upon thee. O thou wall, That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent! Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, And minister in their steads! to general filths Convert o' the instant, green virginity, Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; Rather than render back, out with your knives, And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal! Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed; Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men, Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth, That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains, Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath, at their society, as their friendship, may merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, But nakedness, thou detestable town! Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! Timon will to the woods; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all-- The Athenians both within and out that wall! And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.
576(stage directions)41[Exit]
577(stage directions)42[Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants]
57842FIRST SERVANTHear you, master steward, where's our master? Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
57942FLAVIUSAlack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, I am as poor as you.
58042FIRST SERVANTSuch a house broke! So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm, And go along with him!
58142SECOND SERVANTAs we do turn our backs From our companion thrown into his grave, So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away, leave their false vows with him, Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
582(stage directions)42[Enter other Servants]
58342FLAVIUSAll broken implements of a ruin'd house.
58442THIRD SERVANTYet do our hearts wear Timon's livery; That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: leak'd is our bark, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air.
58542FLAVIUSGood fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, 'We have seen better days.' Let each take some; Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. [Servants embrace, and part several ways] O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship? To have his pomp and all what state compounds But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Who, then, dares to be half so kind again? For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord! He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat Of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to Supply his life, or that which can command it. I'll follow and inquire him out: I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
586(stage directions)42[Exit]
587(stage directions)43[Enter TIMON, from the cave]
58843TIMONO blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes; The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the rother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be, So are they all; for every grise of fortune Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd All feasts, societies, and throngs of men! His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains: Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots! [Digging] Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate With thy most operant poison! What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench: this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Among the route of nations, I will make thee Do thy right nature. [March afar off] Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick, But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. Nay, stay thou out for earnest. [Keeping some gold] [Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in] warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA]
58943ALCIBIADESWhat art thou there? speak.
59043TIMONA beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, For showing me again the eyes of man!
59143ALCIBIADESWhat is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man?
59243TIMONI am Misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
59343ALCIBIADESI know thee well; But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
59443TIMONI know thee too; and more than that I know thee, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, For all her cherubim look.
59543PHRYNIAThy lips rot off!
59643TIMONI will not kiss thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again.
59743ALCIBIADESHow came the noble Timon to this change?
59843TIMONAs the moon does, by wanting light to give: But then renew I could not, like the moon; There were no suns to borrow of.
59943ALCIBIADESNoble Timon, What friendship may I do thee?
60043TIMONNone, but to Maintain my opinion.
60143ALCIBIADESWhat is it, Timon?
60243TIMONPromise me friendship, but perform none: if thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!
60343ALCIBIADESI have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
60443TIMONThou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
60543ALCIBIADESI see them now; then was a blessed time.
60643TIMONAs thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
60743TIMANDRAIs this the Athenian minion, whom the world Voiced so regardfully?
60843TIMONArt thou Timandra?
61043TIMONBe a whore still: they love thee not that use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth To the tub-fast and the diet.
61143TIMANDRAHang thee, monster!
61243ALCIBIADESPardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--
61343TIMONI prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
61443ALCIBIADESI am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
61543TIMONHow dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble? I had rather be alone.
61643ALCIBIADESWhy, fare thee well: Here is some gold for thee.
61743TIMONKeep it, I cannot eat it.
61843ALCIBIADESWhen I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--
61943TIMONWarr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
62043ALCIBIADESAy, Timon, and have cause.
62143TIMONThe gods confound them all in thy conquest; And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
62243ALCIBIADESWhy me, Timon?
62343TIMONThat, by killing of villains, Thou wast born to conquer my country. Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one: Pity not honour'd age for his white beard; He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron; It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ, But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects; Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay soldiers: Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
62443ALCIBIADESHast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou givest me, Not all thy counsel.
62543TIMONDost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee!
62643PHRYNIA[with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
62743TIMONEnough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable, Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths, I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still; And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; Let your close fire predominate his smoke, And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months, Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd, No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still; Paint till a horse may mire upon your face, A pox of wrinkles!
62843PHRYNIA[with Timandra] Well, more gold: what then?
62943TIMONConsumptions sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, That he may never more false title plead, Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen, That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Of him that, his particular to foresee, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Derive some pain from you: plague all; That your activity may defeat and quell The source of all erection. There's more gold: Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave you all!
63043PHRYNIA[with Timandra] More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
63143TIMONMore whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
63243ALCIBIADESStrike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon: If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
63343TIMONIf I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
63443ALCIBIADESI never did thee harm.
63543TIMONYes, thou spokest well of me.
63643ALCIBIADESCall'st thou that harm?
63743TIMONMen daily find it. Get thee away, and take Thy beagles with thee.
63843ALCIBIADESWe but offend him. Strike! [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA,] and TIMANDRA]
63943TIMONThat nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou, [Digging] Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Engenders the black toad and adder blue, The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm, With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented!--O, a root,--dear thanks!-- Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, That from it all consideration slips! [Enter APEMANTUS] More man? plague, plague!
64043APEMANTUSI was directed hither: men report Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
64143TIMON'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog, Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!
64243APEMANTUSThis is in thee a nature but infected; A poor unmanly melancholy sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carper. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, And call it excellent: thou wast told thus; Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness.
64343TIMONWere I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
64443APEMANTUSThou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself; A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees, That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels, And skip where thou point'st out? will the cold brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures Whose naked natures live in an the spite Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks, To the conflicting elements exposed, Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee; O, thou shalt find--
64543TIMONA fool of thee: depart.
64643APEMANTUSI love thee better now than e'er I did.
64743TIMONI hate thee worse.
64943TIMONThou flatter'st misery.
65043APEMANTUSI flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.
65143TIMONWhy dost thou seek me out?
65243APEMANTUSTo vex thee.
65343TIMONAlways a villain's office or a fool's. Dost please thyself in't?
65543TIMONWhat! a knave too?
65643APEMANTUSIf thou didst put this sour-cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again, Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before: The one is filling still, never complete; The other, at high wish: best state, contentless, Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Worse than the worst, content. Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
65743TIMONNot by his breath that is more miserable. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary, The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men At duty, more than I could frame employment, That numberless upon me stuck as leaves Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare For every storm that blows: I, to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden: Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men? They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given? If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag, Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff To some she beggar and compounded thee Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone! If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
65843APEMANTUSArt thou proud yet?
65943TIMONAy, that I am not thee.
66043APEMANTUSI, that I was No prodigal.
66143TIMONI, that I am one now: Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. That the whole life of Athens were in this! Thus would I eat it.
662(stage directions)43[Eating a root]
66343APEMANTUSHere; I will mend thy feast.
664(stage directions)43[Offering him a root]
66543TIMONFirst mend my company, take away thyself.
66643APEMANTUSSo I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.
66743TIMON'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; if not, I would it were.
66843APEMANTUSWhat wouldst thou have to Athens?
66943TIMONThee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
67043APEMANTUSHere is no use for gold.
67143TIMONThe best and truest; For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
67243APEMANTUSWhere liest o' nights, Timon?
67343TIMONUnder that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
67443APEMANTUSWhere my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it.
67543TIMONWould poison were obedient and knew my mind!
67643APEMANTUSWhere wouldst thou send it?
67743TIMONTo sauce thy dishes.
67843APEMANTUSThe middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.
67943TIMONOn what I hate I feed not.
68043APEMANTUSDost hate a medlar?
68143TIMONAy, though it look like thee.
68243APEMANTUSAn thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
68343TIMONWho, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved?
68543TIMONI understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
68643APEMANTUSWhat things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers?
68743TIMONWomen nearest; but men, men are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
68843APEMANTUSGive it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
68943TIMONWouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
69043APEMANTUSAy, Timon.
69143TIMONA beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t' attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse: wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation!
69243APEMANTUSIf thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
69343TIMONHow has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
69443APEMANTUSYonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
69543TIMONWhen there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
69643APEMANTUSThou art the cap of all the fools alive.
69743TIMONWould thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
69843APEMANTUSA plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
69943TIMONAll villains that do stand by thee are pure.
70043APEMANTUSThere is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
70143TIMONIf I name thee. I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
70243APEMANTUSI would my tongue could rot them off!
70343TIMONAway, thou issue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me that thou art alive; I swound to see thee.
70443APEMANTUSWould thou wouldst burst!
70543TIMONAway, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose A stone by thee.
706(stage directions)43[Throws a stone at him]
71043TIMONRogue, rogue, rogue! I am sick of this false world, and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon 't. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Lie where the light foam the sea may beat Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, That death in me at others' lives may laugh. [To the gold] O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And makest them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts! Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds, that beasts May have the world in empire!
71143APEMANTUSWould 'twere so! But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold: Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
71243TIMONThrong'd to!
71443TIMONThy back, I prithee.
71543APEMANTUSLive, and love thy misery.
71643TIMONLong live so, and so die. [Exit APEMANTUS] I am quit. Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
717(stage directions)43[Enter Banditti]
71843FIRST BANDITWhere should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy.
71943SECOND BANDITIt is noised he hath a mass of treasure.
72043THIRD BANDITLet us make the assay upon him: if he care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it?
72143SECOND BANDITTrue; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
72243FIRST BANDITIs not this he?
72443SECOND BANDIT'Tis his description.
72543THIRD BANDITHe; I know him.
72643BANDITTISave thee, Timon.
72743TIMONNow, thieves?
72843BANDITTISoldiers, not thieves.
72943TIMONBoth too; and women's sons.
73043BANDITTIWe are not thieves, but men that much do want.
73143TIMONYour greatest want is, you want much of meat. Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
73243FIRST BANDITWe cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts and birds and fishes.
73343TIMONNor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape, Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Do villany, do, since you protest to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery. The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief: The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away, Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats: All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go, Break open shops; nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.
73443THIRD BANDITHas almost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it.
73543FIRST BANDIT'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
73643SECOND BANDITI'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.
73743FIRST BANDITLet us first see peace in Athens: there is no time so miserable but a man may be true.
738(stage directions)43[Exeunt Banditti]
739(stage directions)43[Enter FLAVIUS]
74043FLAVIUSO you gods! Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord? Full of decay and failing? O monument And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd! What an alteration of honour Has desperate want made! What viler thing upon the earth than friends Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, When man was wish'd to love his enemies! Grant I may ever love, and rather woo Those that would mischief me than those that do! Has caught me in his eye: I will present My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
74143TIMONAway! what art thou?
74243FLAVIUSHave you forgot me, sir?
74343TIMONWhy dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
74443FLAVIUSAn honest poor servant of yours.
74543TIMONThen I know thee not: I never had honest man about me, I; all I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
74643FLAVIUSThe gods are witness, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
74743TIMONWhat, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
74843FLAVIUSI beg of you to know me, good my lord, To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts To entertain me as your steward still.
74943TIMONHad I a steward So true, so just, and now so comfortable? It almost turns my dangerous nature mild. Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man Was born of woman. Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim One honest man--mistake me not--but one; No more, I pray,--and he's a steward. How fain would I have hated all mankind! And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, I fell with curses. Methinks thou art more honest now than wise; For, by oppressing and betraying me, Thou mightst have sooner got another service: For many so arrive at second masters, Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true-- For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure-- Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one?
75043FLAVIUSNo, my most worthy master; in whose breast Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late: You should have fear'd false times when you did feast: Suspect still comes where an estate is least. That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, Care of your food and living; and, believe it, My most honour'd lord, For any benefit that points to me, Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich yourself.
75143TIMONLook thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man, Here, take: the gods out of my misery Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy; But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men; Hate all, curse all, show charity to none, But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em, Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like blasted woods, And may diseases lick up their false bloods! And so farewell and thrive.
75243FLAVIUSO, let me stay, And comfort you, my master.
75343TIMONIf thou hatest curses, Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free: Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
754(stage directions)43[Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave] [Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON watching] them from his cave]
75551PAINTERAs I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
75651POETWhat's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold for true, that he's so full of gold?
75751PAINTERCertain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
75851POETThen this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
75951PAINTERNothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a just true report that goes of his having.
76051POETWhat have you now to present unto him?
76151PAINTERNothing at this time but my visitation: only I will promise him an excellent piece.
76251POETI must serve him so too, tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
76351PAINTERGood as the best. Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
764(stage directions)51[TIMON comes from his cave, behind]
76551TIMON[Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
76651POETI am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
76751TIMON[Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
76851POETNay, let's seek him: Then do we sin against our own estate, When we may profit meet, and come too late.
76951PAINTERTrue; When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
77051TIMON[Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam, Settlest admired reverence in a slave: To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey! Fit I meet them.
771(stage directions)51[Coming forward]
77251POETHail, worthy Timon!
77351PAINTEROur late noble master!
77451TIMONHave I once lived to see two honest men?
77551POETSir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off, Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!-- Not all the whips of heaven are large enough: What! to you, Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude With any size of words.
77651TIMONLet it go naked, men may see't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen and known.
77751PAINTERHe and myself Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it.
77851TIMONAy, you are honest men.
77951PAINTERWe are hither come to offer you our service.
78051TIMONMost honest men! Why, how shall I requite you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
78151BOTHWhat we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
78251TIMONYe're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold; I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.
78351PAINTERSo it is said, my noble lord; but therefore Came not my friend nor I.
78451TIMONGood honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best; Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
78551PAINTERSo, so, my lord.
78651TIMONE'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction, Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth That thou art even natural in thine art. But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, I must needs say you have a little fault: Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I You take much pains to mend.
78751BOTHBeseech your honour To make it known to us.
78851TIMONYou'll take it ill.
78951BOTHMost thankfully, my lord.
79051TIMONWill you, indeed?
79151BOTHDoubt it not, worthy lord.
79251TIMONThere's never a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you.
79351BOTHDo we, my lord?
79451TIMONAy, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble, Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured That he's a made-up villain.
79551PAINTERI know none such, my lord.
79651POETNor I.
79751TIMONLook you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, Rid me these villains from your companies: Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough.
79851BOTHName them, my lord, let's know them.
79951TIMONYou that way and you this, but two in company; Each man apart, all single and alone, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. If where thou art two villains shall not be, Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves: [To Painter] You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence! [To Poet] You are an alchemist; make gold of that. Out, rascal dogs!
800(stage directions)51[Beats them out, and then retires to his cave]
801(stage directions)51[Enter FLAVIUS and two Senators]
80251FLAVIUSIt is in vain that you would speak with Timon; For he is set so only to himself That nothing but himself which looks like man Is friendly with him.
80351FIRST SENATORBring us to his cave: It is our part and promise to the Athenians To speak with Timon.
80451SECOND SENATORAt all times alike Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him. Bring us to him, And chance it as it may.
80551FLAVIUSHere is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.
806(stage directions)51[TIMON comes from his cave]
80751TIMONThou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and be hang'd: For each true word, a blister! and each false Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue, Consuming it with speaking!
80851FIRST SENATORWorthy Timon,--
80951TIMONOf none but such as you, and you of Timon.
81051FIRST SENATORThe senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
81151TIMONI thank them; and would send them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them.
81251FIRST SENATORO, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators with one consent of love Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought On special dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing.
81351SECOND SENATORThey confess Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross: Which now the public body, which doth seldom Play the recanter, feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon; And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render, Together with a recompense more fruitful Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs And write in thee the figures of their love, Ever to read them thine.
81451TIMONYou witch me in it; Surprise me to the very brink of tears: Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes, And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
81551FIRST SENATORTherefore, so please thee to return with us And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Allow'd with absolute power and thy good name Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up His country's peace.
81651SECOND SENATORAnd shakes his threatening sword Against the walls of Athens.
81751FIRST SENATORTherefore, Timon,--
81851TIMONWell, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus: If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war, Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer: for myself, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp But I do prize it at my love before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you To the protection of the prosperous gods, As thieves to keepers.
81951FLAVIUSStay not, all's in vain.
82051TIMONWhy, I was writing of my epitaph; it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough!
82151FIRST SENATORWe speak in vain.
82251TIMONBut yet I love my country, and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruit doth put it.
82351FIRST SENATORThat's well spoke.
82451TIMONCommend me to my loving countrymen,--
82551FIRST SENATORThese words become your lips as they pass thorough them.
82651SECOND SENATORAnd enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates.
82751TIMONCommend me to them, And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them: I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
82851FIRST SENATORI like this well; he will return again.
82951TIMONI have a tree, which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
83051FLAVIUSTrouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
83151TIMONCome not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
832(stage directions)51[Retires to his cave]
83351FIRST SENATORHis discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
83451SECOND SENATOROur hope in him is dead: let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril.
83551FIRST SENATORIt requires swift foot.
836(stage directions)51[Exeunt]
837(stage directions)52[Enter two Senators and a Messenger]
83852FIRST SENATORThou hast painfully discover'd: are his files As full as thy report?
83952MESSENGERhave spoke the least: Besides, his expedition promises Present approach.
84052SECOND SENATORWe stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
84152MESSENGERI met a courier, one mine ancient friend; Whom, though in general part we were opposed, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends: this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of entreaty, which imported His fellowship i' the cause against your city, In part for his sake moved.
84252FIRST SENATORHere come our brothers.
843(stage directions)52[Enter the Senators from TIMON]
84452THIRD SENATORNo talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare: Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.
845(stage directions)52[Exeunt]
846(stage directions)53[Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON]
84753SOLDIERBy all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this? Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span: Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax: Our captain hath in every figure skill, An aged interpreter, though young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
848(stage directions)53[Exit]
849(stage directions)54[Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his powers]
85054ALCIBIADESSound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A parley sounded] [Enter Senators on the walls] Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now myself and such As slept within the shadow of your power Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush, When crouching marrow in the bearer strong Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, And pursy insolence shall break his wind With fear and horrid flight.
85154FIRST SENATORNoble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Above their quantity.
85254SECOND SENATORSo did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love By humble message and by promised means: We were not all unkind, nor all deserve The common stroke of war.
85354FIRST SENATORThese walls of ours Were not erected by their hands from whom You have received your griefs; nor are they such That these great towers, trophies and schools should fall For private faults in them.
85454SECOND SENATORNor are they living Who were the motives that you first went out; Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, Into our city with thy banners spread: By decimation, and a tithed death-- If thy revenges hunger for that food Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die Let die the spotted.
85554FIRST SENATORAll have not offended; For those that were, it is not square to take On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that have offended: like a shepherd, Approach the fold and cull the infected forth, But kill not all together.
85654SECOND SENATORWhat thou wilt, Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile Than hew to't with thy sword.
85754FIRST SENATORSet but thy foot Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope; So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say thou'lt enter friendly.
85854SECOND SENATORThrow thy glove, Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress And not as our confusion, all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire.
85954ALCIBIADESThen there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports: Those enemies of Timon's and mine own Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears With my more noble meaning, not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be render'd to your public laws At heaviest answer.
86054BOTH'Tis most nobly spoken.
86154ALCIBIADESDescend, and keep your words.
862(stage directions)54[The Senators descend, and open the gates]
863(stage directions)54[Enter Soldier]
86454SOLDIERMy noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea; And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which With wax I brought away, whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance.
86554ALCIBIADES[Reads the epitaph] 'Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate: Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait.' These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Is noble Timon: of whose memory Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword, Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each Prescribe to other as each other's leech. Let our drums strike.
866(stage directions)54[Exeunt]

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