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The Life of Timon of Athens

ACT I

SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

PoetGood day, sir.
PainterI am glad you're well.
PoetI have not seen you long: how goes the world?
PainterIt wears, sir, as it grows.
PoetAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Ay, 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.
PainterAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
MerchantO, 'tis a worthy lord.
JewellerNay, that's most fix'd.
MerchantA most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15He passes.
Jeweller:I have a jewel here —
MerchantO, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
Jeweller:If he will touch the estimate: but, for that —
Poet 'When we for recompense have
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20praised the vile,
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.'
Merchant'Tis a good form.
JewellerAnd rich: here is a water, look ye.
PainterAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 25You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.
PoetA thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
PainterA picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
PoetUpon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Let's see your piece.
Painter'Tis a good piece.
PoetSo 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
PainterIndifferent.
PoetAdmirable: how this grace
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Speaks 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.
PainterIt is a pretty mocking of the life.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Here is a touch; is't good?
PoetI will say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strife
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
PainterHow this lord is follow'd!
PoetAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 50The senators of Athens: happy man!
PainterLook, more!
PoetYou see this confluence, this great flood
of visitors.
I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Whom 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;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
PainterHow shall I understand you?
PoetI will unbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65As 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70All 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.
PainterAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 75I saw them speak together.
PoetSir, 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80To 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Translates his rivals.
Painter'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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.
PoetNay, sir, but hear me on.
All those which were his fellows but of late,
Some better than his value, on the moment
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Follow 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.
PainterAy, marry, what of these?
PoetAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 100When 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.
PainterAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 105'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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110The foot above the head.
TIMONImprison'd is he, say you?
MessengerAy, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Your honourable letter he desires
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115To those have shut him up; which failing,
Periods his comfort.
TIMONNoble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120A gentleman that well deserves a help:
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
and free him.
MessengerYour lordship ever binds him.
TIMONCommend me to him: I will send his ransom;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
MessengerAll happiness to your honour!
Old AthenianLord Timon, hear me speak.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 130Freely, good father.
Old AthenianThou hast a servant named Lucilius.
TIMONI have so: what of him?
Old AthenianMost noble Timon, call the man before thee.
TIMONAttends he here, or no? Lucilius!
LUCILIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 135Here, at your lordship's service.
Old 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Than one which holds a trencher.
TIMONWell; what further?
Old 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145And 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.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 150The man is honest.
Old AthenianTherefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself;
It must not bear my daughter.
TIMONDoes she love him?
Old AthenianAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 155She is young and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.
TIMON Love you the maid?
LUCILIUSAy, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
Old AthenianAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 160If 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.
TIMONHow shall she be endow'd,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165if she be mated with an equal husband?
Old AthenianThree talents on the present; in future, all.
TIMONThis 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:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.
Old AthenianMost noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
TIMONMy hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
LUCILIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 175Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you!
PoetVouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
TIMONI thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
PainterA piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.
TIMONPainting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185or 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.
PainterAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 190The gods preserve ye!
TIMONWell fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.
JewellerWhat, my lord! dispraise?
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 195A more satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
It would unclew me quite.
JewellerMy lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would give: but you well know,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200Things of like value differing in the owners
Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
TIMONWell mock'd.
MerchantNo, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Which all men speak with him.
TIMONLook, who comes here: will you be chid?
JewellerWe'll bear, with your lordship.
MerchantHe'll spare none.
TIMONGood morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 210Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
TIMONWhy dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
APEMANTUSAre they not Athenians?
TIMONYes.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Then I repent not.
JewellerYou know me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSThou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.
TIMONThou art proud, Apemantus.
APEMANTUSOf nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 220Whither art going?
APEMANTUSTo knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
TIMONThat's a deed thou'lt die for.
APEMANTUSRight, if doing nothing be death by the law.
TIMONHow likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 225The best, for the innocence.
TIMONWrought he not well that painted it?
APEMANTUSHe wrought better that made the painter; and yet
he's but a filthy piece of work.
PainterYou're a dog.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 230Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
TIMONWilt dine with me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSNo; I eat not lords.
TIMONAn thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
APEMANTUSO, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 235That's a lascivious apprehension.
APEMANTUSSo thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.
TIMONHow dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSNot so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
man a doit.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 240What dost thou think 'tis worth?
APEMANTUSNot worth my thinking. How now, poet!
PoetHow now, philosopher!
APEMANTUSThou liest.
PoetArt not one?
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 245Yes.
PoetThen I lie not.
APEMANTUSArt not a poet?
PoetYes.
APEMANTUSThen thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
PoetThat's not feigned; he is so.
APEMANTUSYes, 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!
TIMONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 255What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSE'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
TIMONWhat, thyself?
APEMANTUSAy.
TIMONWherefore?
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 260That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Art not thou a merchant?
MerchantAy, Apemantus.
APEMANTUSTraffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
MerchantIf traffic do it, the gods do it.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 265Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
TIMONWhat trumpet's that?
Messenger'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
All of companionship.
TIMONPray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 270You 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.
Most welcome, sir!
APEMANTUSSo, so, there!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 275Aches 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.
ALCIBIADESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 280Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
Most hungerly on your sight.
TIMONRight welcome, sir!
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
First LordAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 285What time o' day is't, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSTime to be honest.
First LordThat time serves still.
APEMANTUSThe more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.
Second LordThou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 290Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
Second LordFare thee well, fare thee well.
APEMANTUSThou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
Second LordWhy, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSShouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 295give thee none.
First LordHang thyself!
APEMANTUSNo, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
requests to thy friend.
Second LordAway, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 300I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.
First LordHe's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.
Second LordHe pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 305Is 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.
First LordThe noblest mind he carries
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 310That ever govern'd man.
Second LordLong may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?
First LordI'll keep you company.

ACT I

SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

VENTIDIUSMost 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:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Then, 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.
TIMONO, by no means,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Honest 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.
VENTIDIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15A noble spirit!
TIMONNay, my lords,
Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
First LordMy lord, we always have confess'd it.
APEMANTUSHo, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
TIMONAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
APEMANTUSNo;
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
TIMONFie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Does 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.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 35Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
observe; I give thee warning on't.
TIMONI take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 40I 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.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45I 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50breath 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.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 55My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
Second LordLet it flow this way, my good lord.
APEMANTUSFlow 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60be 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;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65I 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:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70Or 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.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
TIMONAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 75Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
ALCIBIADESMy heart is ever at your service, my lord.
TIMONYou had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
dinner of friends.
ALCIBIADESSo the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
APEMANTUSWould all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
First LordMight we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
for ever perfect.
TIMONO, 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90have 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95friends, 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100myself 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105fortunes! 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.
APEMANTUSThou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
Second LordJoy had the like conception in our eyes
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110And at that instant like a babe sprung up.
APEMANTUSHo, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
Third LordI promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
APEMANTUSMuch!
TIMONWhat means that trump?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 115How now?
ServantPlease you, my lord, there are certain
ladies most desirous of admittance.
TIMONLadies! what are their wills?
ServantThere comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
TIMONI pray, let them be admitted.
CupidHail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
TIMONThey're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
Music, make their welcome!
First LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 130You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
APEMANTUSHoy-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.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 135We 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?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 140Who 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.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 145You 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;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 150I am to thank you for 't.
First LadyMy lord, you take us even at the best.
APEMANTUS'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.
TIMONLadies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155Please you to dispose yourselves.
All LadiesMost thankfully, my lord.
TIMONFlavius.
FLAVIUSMy lord?
TIMONThe little casket bring me hither.
FLAVIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 160Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in 's humour;
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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 165That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
First LordWhere be our men?
ServantHere, my lord, in readiness.
Second LordOur horses!
TIMONO my friends,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170I 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.
First LordI am so far already in your gifts, —
AllAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 175So are we all.
ServantMy lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
TIMONThey are fairly welcome.
FLAVIUSI beseech your honour,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 180Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
TIMONNear! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
I prithee, let's be provided to show them
entertainment.
FLAVIUS I scarce know how.
Second ServantAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 185May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
TIMONI shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Be worthily entertain'd.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190How now! what news?
Third 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.
TIMONAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 195I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
Not without fair reward.
FLAVIUS What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Nor 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205For 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
TIMONYou do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
Second LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 215With more than common thanks I will receive it.
Third LordO, he's the very soul of bounty!
TIMONAnd 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.
Second LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 220O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
TIMONYou 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.
All LordsAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 225O, none so welcome.
TIMONI 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 230Thou 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.
ALCIBIADESAy, defiled land, my lord.
First LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 235We are so virtuously bound —
TIMONAnd so
Am I to you.
Second LordSo infinitely endear'd —
TIMONAll to you. Lights, more lights!
First LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 240The best of happiness,
Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
TIMONReady for his friends.
APEMANTUSWhat a coil's here!
Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245I 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.
TIMONNow, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 250good to thee.
APEMANTUSNo, 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 255paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
vain-glories?
TIMONNay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
with better music.
APEMANTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 260So:
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!

ACT II

SCENE I. A Senator's house.

SenatorAnd 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.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5If 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,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10And 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!
CAPHISAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 15Here, sir; what is your pleasure?
SenatorGet 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
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Plays 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,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25But 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,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30A 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.
CAPHISI go, sir.
SenatorAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 35'I go, sir!' — Take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in contempt.
CAPHISI will, sir.
SenatorGo.

ACT II

SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

FLAVIUSNo 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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Of 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!
CAPHISAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Good even, Varro: what,
You come for money?
Varro's ServantIs't not your business too?
CAPHISIt is: and yours too, Isidore?
Isidore's ServantIt is so.
CAPHISAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Would we were all discharged!
Varro's ServantI fear it.
CAPHISHere comes the lord.
TIMONSo soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
CAPHISAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 20My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
TIMONDues! Whence are you?
CAPHISOf Athens here, my lord.
TIMONGo to my steward.
CAPHISPlease it your lordship, he hath put me off
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25To 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.
TIMONAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Mine honest friend,
I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
CAPHISNay, good my lord, —
TIMONContain thyself, good friend.
Varro's ServantOne Varro's servant, my good lord, —
Isidore's ServantAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 35From Isidore;
He humbly prays your speedy payment.
CAPHISIf you did know, my lord, my master's wants —
Varro's Servant'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.
Isidore's ServantYour steward puts me off, my lord;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
TIMONGive me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
I'll wait upon you instantly.
Come hither: pray you,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45How 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?
FLAVIUSPlease you, gentlemen,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
TIMONDo so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
FLAVIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 55Pray, draw near.
CAPHISStay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
let's ha' some sport with 'em.
Varro's ServantHang him, he'll abuse us.
Isidore's ServantA plague upon him, dog!
Varro's ServantAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 60How dost, fool?
APEMANTUSDost dialogue with thy shadow?
Varro's ServantI speak not to thee.
APEMANTUSNo,'tis to thyself.
Come away.
Isidore's ServantAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 65There's the fool hangs on your back already.
APEMANTUSNo, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.
CAPHISWhere's the fool now?
APEMANTUSHe last asked the question. Poor rogues, and
usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!
All ServantsAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 70What are we, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSAsses.
All ServantsWhy?
APEMANTUSThat you ask me what you are, and do not know
yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.
FoolAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 75How do you, gentlemen?
All ServantsGramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?
FoolShe's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens
as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
APEMANTUSGood! gramercy.
FoolAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 80Look you, here comes my mistress' page.
Page Why, how now, captain! what do you
in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSWould I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer
thee profitably.
PageAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
these letters: I know not which is which.
APEMANTUSCanst not read?
PageNo.
APEMANTUSThere will little learning die then, that day thou
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to
Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't
die a bawd.
PageThou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a
dog's death. Answer not; I am gone.
APEMANTUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 95E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with
you to Lord Timon's.
FoolWill you leave me there?
APEMANTUSIf Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
All ServantsAy; would they served us!
APEMANTUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 100So would I, — as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
FoolAre you three usurers' men?
All ServantsAy, fool.
FoolI think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my
mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105to 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?
Varro's ServantI could render one.
APEMANTUSDo it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be
no less esteemed.
Varro's ServantWhat is a whoremaster, fool?
FoolA fool in good clothes, and something like thee.
'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115sometime 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.
Varro's ServantAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Thou art not altogether a fool.
FoolNor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
I have, so much wit thou lackest.
APEMANTUSThat answer might have become Apemantus.
All ServantsAside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
APEMANTUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Come with me, fool, come.
FoolI do not always follow lover, elder brother and
woman; sometime the philosopher.
FLAVIUSPray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.
TIMONYou make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense,
As I had leave of means?
FLAVIUSYou would not hear me,
At many leisures I proposed.
TIMONAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 135Go to:
Perchance some single vantages you took.
When my indisposition put you back:
And that unaptness made your minister,
Thus to excuse yourself.
FLAVIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 140O 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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145Return 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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150And 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.
TIMONLet all my land be sold.
FLAVIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 155'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?
TIMONAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 160To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
FLAVIUSO my good lord, the world is but a word:
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!
TIMONYou tell me true.
FLAVIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 165If 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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 170With 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.
TIMONPrithee, no more.
FLAVIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 175Heavens, 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?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 180Great 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.
TIMONAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 185Come, 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;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 190If 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.
FLAVIUSAssurance bless your thoughts!
TIMONAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 195And, 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!
ServantsAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 200My lord? my lord?
TIMONI 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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 205found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let
the request be fifty talents.
FLAMINIUSAs you have said, my lord.
FLAVIUS Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!
TIMONGo you, sir, to the senators —
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 210Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
Deserved this hearing — bid 'em send o' the instant
A thousand talents to me.
FLAVIUSI have been bold —
For that I knew it the most general way —
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 215To them to use your signet and your name;
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.
TIMONIs't true? can't be?
FLAVIUSThey answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 220That 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; —
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 225And 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.
TIMONYou gods, reward them!
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 230Prithee, 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 235Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
Go to Ventidius.
Prithee, be not sad,
Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
No blame belongs to thee.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 240Ventidius 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;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 245Bid him suppose some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
With those five talents.
That had, give't these fellows
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 250That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
FLAVIUSI would I could not think it: that thought is
bounty's foe;
Being free itself, it thinks all others so.

ACT III

SCENE I. A room in Lucullus' house.

ServantI have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
FLAMINIUSI thank you, sir.
ServantHere's my lord.
LUCULLUS One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5warrant. 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.
And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
and master?
FLAMINIUSHis health is well sir.
LUCULLUSI am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
FLAMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15'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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20assistance therein.
LUCULLUSLa, 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25supper 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.
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Please your lordship, here is the wine.
LUCULLUSFlaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.
FLAMINIUSYour lordship speaks your pleasure.
LUCULLUSI have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
spirit — give thee thy due — and one that knows what
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
Get you gone, sirrah.
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40knowest 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.
FLAMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 45Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee!
LUCULLUSHa! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
FLAMINIUSMay these add to the number that may scald thee!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50Let 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55Unto 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!

ACT III

SCENE II. A public place.

LUCILIUSWho, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and
an honourable gentleman.
First StrangerWe know him for no less, though we are but strangers
to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's
happy hours are done and past, and his estate
shrinks from him.
LUCILIUSFie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
Second StrangerBut believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10one 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.
LUCILIUSHow!
Second StrangerI tell you, denied, my lord.
LUCILIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15What 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20and 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.
SERVILIUSSee, by good hap, yonder's my lord;
I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord, —
LUCILIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 25Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:
commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very
exquisite friend.
SERVILIUSMay it please your honour, my lord hath sent —
LUCILIUSHa! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank
him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
SERVILIUSHas only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
with so many talents.
LUCILIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 35I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.
SERVILIUSBut in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCILIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
SERVILIUSUpon my soul,'tis true, sir.
LUCILIUSWhat 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45should 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50not, 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55afflictions, 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?
SERVILIUSYes, sir, I shall.
LUCILIUSI'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
First StrangerDo you observe this, Hostilius?
Second StrangerAy, too well.
First StrangerWhy, this is the world's soul; and just of the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65same 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70Supported 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! —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
Third StrangerReligion groans at it.
First StrangerFor mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80Nor 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85I 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.

ACT III

SCENE III. A room in Sempronius' house.

SEMPRONIUSMust he needs trouble me in 't, — hum! — 'bove
all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.
ServantMy lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have au denied him.
SEMPRONIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 10How! 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15physicians,
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;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20For, 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25To 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;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
ServantExcellent! 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35set 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.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 40This 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.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

ACT III

SCENE IV. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

Varro's First ServantWell met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
TITUSThe like to you kind Varro.
HORTENSIUSLucius!
What, do we meet together?
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 5Ay, and I think
One business does command us all; for mine Is money.
TITUSSo is theirs and ours.
Lucilius' ServantAnd Sir Philotus too!
PHILOTUSGood day at once.
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 10Welcome, good brother.
What do you think the hour?
PHILOTUSLabouring for nine.
Lucilius' ServantSo much?
PHILOTUSIs not my lord seen yet?
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 15Not yet.
PHILOTUSI wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
Lucilius' ServantAy, but the days are wax'd shorter with him:
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 20I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.
PHILOTUSI am of your fear for that.
TITUSI'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25Your lord sends now for money.
HORTENSIUSMost true, he does.
TITUSAnd he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUSIt is against my heart.
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 30Mark, how strange it shows,
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.
HORTENSIUSI'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 35I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
Varro's First ServantYes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
Lucilius' ServantFive thousand mine.
Varro's First Servant'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 40Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Enter FLAMINIUS.
TITUSOne of Lord Timon's men.
Lucilius' ServantFlaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 45come forth?
FLAMINIUSNo, indeed, he is not.
TITUSWe attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
FLAMINIUSI need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.
Lucilius' ServantHa! is not that his steward muffled so?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 50He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
TITUSDo you hear, sir?
Varro's Second ServantBy your leave, sir, —
FLAVIUSWhat do ye ask of me, my friend?
TITUSWe wait for certain money here, sir.
FLAVIUSAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 55Ay,
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?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 60Then 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:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 65Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Lucilius' ServantAy, but this answer will not serve.
FLAVIUSIf 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves.
Varro's First ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 70How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
Varro's Second 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.
TITUSAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 75O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
SERVILIUSIf 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;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 80he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Lucilius' ServantMany do keep their chambers are not sick:
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.
SERVILIUSAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 85Good gods!
TITUSWe cannot take this for answer, sir.
FLAMINIUS Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
TIMONWhat, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 90Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
Lucilius' ServantPut in now, Titus.
TITUSMy lord, here is my bill.
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 95Here's mine.
HORTENSIUSAnd mine, my lord.
Both Varro's ServantsAnd ours, my lord.
PHILOTUSAll our bills.
TIMONKnock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
Lucilius' ServantAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 100Alas, my lord,-
TIMONCut my heart in sums.
TITUSMine, fifty talents.
TIMONTell out my blood.
Lucilius' ServantFive thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMONAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 105Five thousand drops pays that.
What yours? — and yours?
Varro's First ServantMy lord, —
Varro's Second ServantMy lord, —
TIMONTear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
HORTENSIUSAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 110'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.
TIMONThey have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!
FLAVIUSAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 115My dear lord, —
TIMONWhat if it should be so?
FLAVIUSMy lord, —
TIMONI'll have it so. My steward!
FLAVIUSHere, my lord.
TIMONAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 120So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.
FLAVIUSO my lord,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 125You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.
TIMONBe't not in thy care; go,
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 130Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

ACT III

SCENE V. The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting.

First SenatorMy lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's
Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Second SenatorMost true; the law shall bruise him.
ALCIBIADESAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 5Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
First SenatorNow, captain?
ALCIBIADESI am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 10It 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,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 15Of 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,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 20He 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.
First SenatorYou undergo too strict a paradox,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 25Striving 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
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 30When 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,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 35And 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!
ALCIBIADESMy lord, —
First SenatorAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 40You cannot make gross sins look clear:
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
ALCIBIADESMy lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 45And 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
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 50That 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:
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 55Who 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?
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 60Weigh but the crime with this.
Second SenatorYou breathe in vain.
ALCIBIADESIn vain! his service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
First SenatorAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 65What's that?
ALCIBIADESI 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!
Second SenatorAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 70He 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
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 75He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
First SenatorHe dies.
ALCIBIADESHard fate! he might have died in war.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 80My 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
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 85Security, 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.
First SenatorAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 90We 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.
ALCIBIADESMust it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.
Second SenatorAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 95How!
ALCIBIADESCall me to your remembrances.
Third SenatorWhat!
ALCIBIADESI cannot think but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be, I should prove so base,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 100To sue, and be denied such common grace:
My wounds ache at you.
First SenatorDo you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee for ever.
ALCIBIADESAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 105Banish me!
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.
First SenatorIf, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 110our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
ALCIBIADESNow 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,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 115While 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!
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 120It 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;
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 125Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.

ACT III

SCENE VI. The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

First LordThe good time of day to you, sir.
Second LordI also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
did but try us this other day.
First LordUpon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 5encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as
he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
Second LordIt should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
First LordI should think so: he hath sent me an earnest
inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 10to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and
I must needs appear.
Second 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 15provision was out.
First LordI am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all
things go.
Second LordEvery man here's so. What would he have borrowed of
you?
First LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 20A thousand pieces.
Second LordA thousand pieces!
First LordWhat of you?
Second LordHe sent to me, sir, — Here he comes.
TIMONWith all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?
First LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 25Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
Second LordThe swallow follows not summer more willing than we
your lordship.
TIMON Nor more willingly leaves winter; such
summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 30recompense 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.
First LordI hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
that I returned you an empty messenger.
TIMONAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 35O, sir, let it not trouble you.
Second LordMy noble lord, —
TIMONAh, my good friend, what cheer?
Second LordMy most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame,
that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 40I was so unfortunate a beggar.
TIMONThink not on 't, sir.
Second LordIf you had sent but two hours before, —
TIMONLet it not cumber your better remembrance.
Come, bring in all together.
Second LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 45All covered dishes!
First LordRoyal cheer, I warrant you.
Third LordDoubt not that, if money and the season can yield
it.
First LordHow do you? What's the news?
Third LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 50Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?
First LordAlcibiades banished!
Third Lord'Tis so, be sure of it.
First LordHow! how!
Second LordI pray you, upon what?
TIMONAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 55My worthy friends, will you draw near?
Third LordI'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
Second LordThis is the old man still.
Third LordWill 't hold? will 't hold?
Second LordIt does: but time will — and so —
Third LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 60I do conceive.
TIMONEach 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:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 65sit, 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 70one 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 75the 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 80are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to
nothing are they welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
Some SpeakWhat does his lordship mean?
Some OthersI know not.
TIMONAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 85May 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 90Your reeking villany.
Live loathed and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 95Cap 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.
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 100What, 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!
First LordHow now, my lords!
Second LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 105Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?
Third LordPush! did you see my cap?
Fourth LordI have lost my gown.
First LordHe's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.
He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 110beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?
Third LordDid you see my cap?
Second LordHere 'tis.
Fourth LordHere lies my gown.
First LordLet's make no stay.
Second LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 115Lord Timon's mad.
Third LordI feel 't upon my bones.
Fourth LordOne day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.

TIMONLet 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5Pluck 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10And 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15With 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Decline 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25As 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Be 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!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35Timon 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Athens. A room in Timon's house.

First ServantHear you, master steward, where's our master?
Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
FLAVIUSAlack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5I am as poor as you.
First 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!
Second ServantAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10As 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,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
FLAVIUSAll broken implements of a ruin'd house.
Third ServantYet do our hearts wear Timon's livery;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20That 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.
FLAVIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 25Good 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,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30'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.
O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Since 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?
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Poor 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.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45My 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
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Supply 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.

ACT IV

SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore.

TIMONO 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5Scarce 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10The 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 15And 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20But 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!
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25With 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.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30Ha, 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35Make 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40Would 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.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45Ha! 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.
ALCIBIADESWhat art thou there? speak.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 50A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
For showing me again the eyes of man!
ALCIBIADESWhat is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man?
TIMONI am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 55For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
ALCIBIADESI know thee well;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
TIMONI know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 60I 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 65For all her cherubim look.
PHRYNIAThy lips rot off!
TIMONI will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
To thine own lips again.
ALCIBIADESHow came the noble Timon to this change?
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 70As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
But then renew I could not, like the moon;
There were no suns to borrow of.
ALCIBIADESNoble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 75None, but to
Maintain my opinion.
ALCIBIADESWhat is it, Timon?
TIMONPromise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 80a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for
thou art a man!
ALCIBIADESI have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
TIMONThou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
ALCIBIADESI see them now; then was a blessed time.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 85As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
TIMANDRAIs this the Athenian minion, whom the world
Voiced so regardfully?
TIMONArt thou Timandra?
TIMANDRAYes.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 90Be 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.
TIMANDRAAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 95Hang thee, monster!
ALCIBIADESPardon 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 100In 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, —
TIMONI prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
ALCIBIADESAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 105I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
TIMONHow dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.
ALCIBIADESWhy, fare thee well:
Here is some gold for thee.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 110Keep it, I cannot eat it.
ALCIBIADESWhen I have laid proud Athens on a heap, —
TIMONWarr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
ALCIBIADESAy, Timon, and have cause.
TIMONThe gods confound them all in thy conquest;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 115And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
ALCIBIADESWhy me, Timon?
TIMONThat, by killing of villains,
Thou wast born to conquer my country.
Put up thy gold: go on, — here's gold, — go on;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 120Be 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 125It 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 130But 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 135Put 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 140Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
ALCIBIADESHast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
givest me,
Not all thy counsel.
TIMONDost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 145upon thee!
PHRYNIAGive us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
TIMONEnough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 150Although, 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 155Be 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 160No matter: — wear them, betray with them: whore still;
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
A pox of wrinkles!
PHRYNIAWell, more gold: what then?
Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 165Consumptions 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 170That 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 175ruffians 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:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 180Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
And ditches grave you all!
PHRYNIAMore counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
TIMONMore whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
ALCIBIADESStrike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 185If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
TIMONIf I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
ALCIBIADESI never did thee harm.
TIMONYes, thou spokest well of me.
ALCIBIADESCall'st thou that harm?
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 190Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
Thy beagles with thee.
ALCIBIADESWe but offend him. Strike!
TIMONThat nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 195Whose 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 200With 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 205Let 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! —
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 210Dry 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!
More man? plague, plague!
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 215I was directed hither: men report
Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
TIMON'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!
APEMANTUSThis is in thee a nature but infected;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 220A 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 225That 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 230Blow 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 235Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness.
TIMONWere I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
APEMANTUSThou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 240Will 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 245To 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 250O, thou shalt find —
TIMONA fool of thee: depart.
APEMANTUSI love thee better now than e'er I did.
TIMONI hate thee worse.
APEMANTUSWhy?
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 255Thou flatter'st misery.
APEMANTUSI flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.
TIMONWhy dost thou seek me out?
APEMANTUSTo vex thee.
TIMONAlways a villain's office or a fool's.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 260Dost please thyself in't?
APEMANTUSAy.
TIMONWhat! a knave too?
APEMANTUSIf thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 265Dost 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 270Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
TIMONNot by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 275With 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 280In 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 285The 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 290For 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?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 295If 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 300Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
APEMANTUSArt thou proud yet?
TIMONAy, that I am not thee.
APEMANTUSI, that I was
No prodigal.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 305I, 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.
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 310Here; I will mend thy feast.
TIMONFirst mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUSSo I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.
TIMON'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
if not, I would it were.
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 315What wouldst thou have to Athens?
TIMONThee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
APEMANTUSHere is no use for gold.
TIMONThe best and truest;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 320For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
APEMANTUSWhere liest o' nights, Timon?
TIMONUnder that's above me.
Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSWhere my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 325it.
TIMONWould poison were obedient and knew my mind!
APEMANTUSWhere wouldst thou send it?
TIMONTo sauce thy dishes.
APEMANTUSThe middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 330extremity 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.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 335On what I hate I feed not.
APEMANTUSDost hate a medlar?
TIMONAy, though it look like thee.
APEMANTUSAn thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 340ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
TIMONWho, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
ever know beloved?
APEMANTUSMyself.
TIMONI understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 345dog.
APEMANTUSWhat things in the world canst thou nearest compare
to thy flatterers?
TIMONWomen nearest; but men, men are the things
themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 350Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
APEMANTUSGive it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
TIMONWouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
APEMANTUSAy, Timon.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 355A 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 360the 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 365unicorn, 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 370the 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 375transformation!
APEMANTUSIf 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.
TIMONHow has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 380Yonder 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.
TIMONWhen there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 385welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
APEMANTUSThou art the cap of all the fools alive.
TIMONWould thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
APEMANTUSA plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
TIMONAll villains that do stand by thee are pure.
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 390There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
TIMONIf I name thee.
I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
APEMANTUSI would my tongue could rot them off!
TIMONAway, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 395Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
I swound to see thee.
APEMANTUSWould thou wouldst burst!
TIMONAway,
Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 400A stone by thee.
APEMANTUSBeast!
TIMONSlave!
APEMANTUSToad!
TIMONRogue, rogue, rogue!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 405I 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 410That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 415Whose 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 420To 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!
APEMANTUSWould 'twere so!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 425But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
TIMONThrong'd to!
APEMANTUSAy.
TIMONThy back, I prithee.
APEMANTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 430Live, and love thy misery.
TIMONLong live so, and so die.
I am quit.
Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
First BanditWhere should he have this gold? It is some poor
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 435fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the
mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his
friends, drove him into this melancholy.
Second BanditIt is noised he hath a mass of treasure.
Third BanditLet us make the assay upon him: if he care not
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 440for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
reserve it, how shall's get it?
Second BanditTrue; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
First BanditIs not this he?
BandittiWhere?
Second BanditAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 445'Tis his description.
Third BanditHe; I know him.
BandittiSave thee, Timon.
TIMONNow, thieves?
BandittiSoldiers, not thieves.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 450Both too; and women's sons.
BandittiWe are not thieves, but men that much do want.
TIMONYour 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 455The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips;
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
First BanditWe cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
As beasts and birds and fishes.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 460Nor 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 465Here'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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 470Do 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:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 475The 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 480Have 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 485I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.
Third BanditHas almost charmed me from my profession, by
persuading me to it.
First Bandit'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises
us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
Second BanditAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 490I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.
First BanditLet us first see peace in Athens: there is no time
so miserable but a man may be true.
FLAVIUSO you gods!
Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 495Full 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 500Who 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!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 505Has 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!
TIMONAway! what art thou?
FLAVIUSHave you forgot me, sir?
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 510Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
FLAVIUSAn honest poor servant of yours.
TIMONThen I know thee not:
I never had honest man about me, I; all
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 515I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
FLAVIUSThe gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
TIMONWhat, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 520love 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!
FLAVIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 525I 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.
TIMONHad I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 530It 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 535One 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.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 540Methinks 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 —
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 545For 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?
FLAVIUSNo, my most worthy master; in whose breast
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 550Doubt 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 555Care 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 560To requite me, by making rich yourself.
TIMONLook 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;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 565Hate 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 570blasted woods,
And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so farewell and thrive.
FLAVIUSO, let me stay,
And comfort you, my master.
TIMONAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 575If thou hatest curses,
Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

ACT V

SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon's cave.

PainterAs I took note of the place, it cannot be far where
he abides.
PoetWhat's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold
for true, that he's so full of gold?
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Certain: 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.
PoetThen this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 10Nothing 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15what they travail for, if it be a just true report
that goes of his having.
PoetWhat have you now to present unto him?
PainterNothing at this time but my visitation: only I will
promise him an excellent piece.
PoetAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 20I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent
that's coming toward him.
PainterGood 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25but 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.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 30 Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
man so bad as is thyself.
PoetI 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
TIMON 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.
PoetNay, let's seek him:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40Then do we sin against our own estate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.
PainterTrue;
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 45 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50Settlest 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.
PoetHail, worthy Timon!
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Our late noble master!
TIMONHave I once lived to see two honest men?
PoetSir,
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60Whose 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.
TIMONLet it go naked, men may see't the better:
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 70He and myself
Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.
TIMONAy, you are honest men.
PainterWe are hither come to offer you our service.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 75Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
BothWhat we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
TIMONYe're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
Came not my friend nor I.
TIMONGood honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best;
Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
PainterAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 85So, so, my lord.
TIMONE'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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90I must needs say you have a little fault:
Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
You take much pains to mend.
BothBeseech your honour
To make it known to us.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 95You'll take it ill.
BothMost thankfully, my lord.
TIMONWill you, indeed?
BothDoubt it not, worthy lord.
TIMONThere's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100That mightily deceives you.
BothDo we, my lord?
TIMONAy, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105That he's a made-up villain.
PainterI know none such, my lord.
PoetNor I.
TIMONLook you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
Rid me these villains from your companies:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 110Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I'll give you gold enough.
BothName them, my lord, let's know them.
TIMONYou that way and you this, but two in company;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 115Each 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.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 120Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
Out, rascal dogs!
FLAVIUSIt is in vain that you would speak with Timon;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 125For he is set so only to himself
That nothing but himself which looks like man
Is friendly with him.
First SenatorBring us to his cave:
It is our part and promise to the Athenians
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130To speak with Timon.
Second 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135The former man may make him. Bring us to him,
And chance it as it may.
FLAVIUSHere is his cave.
Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon!
Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 140By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:
Speak to them, noble Timon.
TIMONThou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
be hang'd:
For each true word, a blister! and each false
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 145Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
Consuming it with speaking!
First SenatorWorthy Timon, —
TIMONOf none but such as you, and you of Timon.
First SenatorThe senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 150I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
Could I but catch it for them.
First SenatorO, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators with one consent of love
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 155Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.
Second SenatorThey confess
Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 160Which 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 165Together 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 170Ever to read them thine.
TIMONYou 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.
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 175Therefore, 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 180Of Alcibiades the approaches wild,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
His country's peace.
Second SenatorAnd shakes his threatening sword
Against the walls of Athens.
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 185Therefore, Timon, —
TIMONWell, 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 190And 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 195I 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 200The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers.
FLAVIUSStay not, all's in vain.
TIMONWhy, I was writing of my epitaph;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 205it 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!
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 210We speak in vain.
TIMONBut yet I love my country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wreck,
As common bruit doth put it.
First SenatorThat's well spoke.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 215Commend me to my loving countrymen, —
First SenatorThese words become your lips as they pass
thorough them.
Second SenatorAnd enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
TIMONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 220Commend 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 225In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
First SenatorI like this well; he will return again.
TIMONI have a tree, which grows here in my close,
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 230And 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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 235And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
FLAVIUSTrouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
TIMONCome not to me again: but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 240Who 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!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 245Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
First SenatorHis discontents are unremoveably
Coupled to nature.
Second SenatorOur hope in him is dead: let us return,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 250And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear peril.
First SenatorIt requires swift foot.

ACT V

SCENE II. Before the walls of Athens.

First SenatorThou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
As full as thy report?
Messengerhave spoke the least:
Besides, his expedition promises
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Present approach.
Second SenatorWe stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
MessengerI met a courier, one mine ancient friend;
Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10And 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.
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Here come our brothers.
Third 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.

ACT V

SCENE III. The woods. Timon's cave, and a rude tomb seen.

SoldierBy 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.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 5Dead, 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,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.

ACT V

SCENE IV. Before the walls of Athens.

ALCIBIADESSound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.
Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5The 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10Cries 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.
First SenatorNoble and young,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15When 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.
Second SenatorAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 20So 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.
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 25These 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30For private faults in them.
Second 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,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35Into 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 40Let die the spotted.
First 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,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 45Bring 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,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 50But kill not all together.
Second SenatorWhat thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
Than hew to't with thy sword.
First Senator Set but thy foot
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 55Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope;
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say thou'lt enter friendly.
Second SenatorThrow thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 60That 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.
ALCIBIADESThen there's my glove;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 65Descend, 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 70Shall 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.
Both'Tis most nobly spoken.
ALCIBIADESAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 75Descend, and keep your words.
SoldierMy 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 80Interprets for my poor ignorance.
ALCIBIADES 'Here lies a
wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
caitiffs left!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 85Here 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,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 90Scorn'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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 95Is 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.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 100Let our drums strike.