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Servants to Timon's Creditors. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves,

SERVILIUS,

CAPHIS,

PHILOTUS,

TITUS,

LUCIUS,

HORTENSIUS,

Act First.

and Attendants.

SCENE.-Athens; and the Woods adjoining.

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies

SCENE I.

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Each bound it chafes.

What have you there?

Pain. A picture, sir.

And when comes your

book forth?

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It tutors nature: artificial strifel
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!
Poet. The senators of Athens:--Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

Poet. You see this confluence, this great

flood of visitors.

I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, 2 but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet.

I'll unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as

1 The contest of art with nature. 2 At any particular character.

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A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head.

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Servant of Ventidius talking with him. Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you?

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt;

His means most short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires

To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Periods his comfort,

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And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.-Fare you well.

Ven. S. All happiness to your honour. [Exit.
Enter an old Athenian.

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim.
Freely, good father.
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.
Tim. I have so: What of him?

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man be-
fore thee.

Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius!
Enter Lucilius.

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this

thy creature,

By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
Than one which holds a trencher.
Tim.

Well; what further?

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Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

Lu. Humbly I thank your lordship: Nevermay That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you!

[Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

T. I thank you; you shall hear from me

anon:

1 Reflecting his patron's looks. 2 Conditions of life. Go not away. - What have you there, my friend?

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Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call'd thee by Most welcome, sir!

thy name.

Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Till I have thank'd you; and when dinner's
done,
「sights.-
Show me this piece. -I am joyful of your
Enter Alcibiades, with his Company.

[They salute.

So, so; there!

Apem.
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!--

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not That there should be small love 'mongst these

like Timon.

Tim. Whither art going?

A. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

A. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
Apem. The best, for the innocence.

sweet knaves,

And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred
Into baboon and monkey.
[out

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Most hungrily on your sight.
Tim.

Right welcome, sir:

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

Ap. He wrought better that made the painter;

and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

Pain. You are a dog.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation.
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No, I eat not lords.

Tim. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies;
How dost thou like this jewel, Apermantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain dealing, which
will not cost a man a doit.

[Exeunt all but Apemantus.

Enter two Lords.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest.

1 Lord. That time serves still.

A. The most accursed thou, that still omit'stit. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools.

1 Ruin.

2 Alluding to the proverb: Plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Ap. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice.
2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

1 Lord. Hang thyself.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend.

2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit. Come,

1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity.
shall we in,

And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus the god of gold
Is but his steward: no meed, 1 but he repays
Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding

All use of quittance.

1 Lord.

The noblest mind he carries,

That ever govern'd man.

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall

we in?

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

SCENE II.

Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a
humour there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est,1
But yond' man's ever angry.

Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay, at thine own peril, Timon:
I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no power: pr'ythee, let my meat make thee silent.

Apem. I 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 them 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.

[Exeunt.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Methinks they should invite them without knives;

Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and
pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,

A ROOM OF STATE IN TIMON'S HOUSE. Hautboys playing loud Musick. A great Banquet served in; Flavius and others attending; then enter Timon, Alcibiades, Lucius, Lucul- Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been lus, Sempronius, and other Athenian Senators, If I [prov'd. with Ventidius, and Attendants. Then comes, Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; dropping after all, Apemantus, discontent

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous

notes:

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O, by no means,

Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;
I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Can truly say, he gives, if he receives:

If our betters play at that game, we must not

dare

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Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit.

1 Lord. My lord, we always have confessed it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have
you not?

Tim. O, Apemantus! you are welcome.
Apem.

No.
You shall not make me welcome:

I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Apem.
Flow this way!
A brave fellow!--he keeps his tides well. Timon,
Those healths will make thee, and thy state,

look ill.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds,
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
APEMANTUS' GRACE.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bonil;
Or a wanton for her weeping;
Or a dog that seems a sleeping;
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'cm.
Amen. So fall to't:

Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks.

Much good dich 5 thy good heart, Apemantus!
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the
field now.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, mylord.
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of

enemies, than a dinner of friends.

1 Desert.

1 Anger is a short madness.

8 With sincerity. 4 Foolish.

2 Armour. 5 Do it.

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou migh'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.

Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you? How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.

2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes.
3 L. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me
much.
[Tucket sounded.

Apem. Much!

Tim. What means that trump? How now? Enter a Servant.

Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of adınittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid.

Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries with poisonous spite and
Who lives, that's not
[envy.
Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
Not one spurn to their graves of their friends'
gift?

I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done;

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. The Lordsrise from Table with much adoring of Timon; and to show their Loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a lofty Strain or two to the Hautboys, and cease.

T. You 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 lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. Faith for the worst is filthy.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet Attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves. All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.

[Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies.

Tim. Flavius, Flav. My lord.

Tim. The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, mylord.-[Aside.] More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; Else I should tell him, -Well, -i'faith, I should. When all's spent, he'd be cross'd' then, an he could. 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind2; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.3 [Exit, and returns with the Casket.

1 Lord. Where be our men? Serv.

Here, my lord, in readiness.

2 Lord. Our horses. Tim.

O my friends, I have one word To say to you:--Look you, my good lord, I must Entreat you, honour me so much, as to Advance this jewel;

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;--and to all Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

That of his bounties taste!-The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear,
Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table

rise;

They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance:

Musick, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.

Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a Masque of Ladies as Amazons, with Lutes in their Hands, dancing, and playing.

Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!

They dance! they are mad women.

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant,

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the
Newly alighted, and come to visit you. [senate
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Flav.
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word: it does concern you near.
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear
I pr'ythee, let us be provided
[thee:
To show them entertainment.

Flav. [Aside.] I scarce know how.
Enter another Servant.

2.S. May it please your honour, the Lord Lucius,

1 Have his hand crossed with money.

2 To see the ruin he leaves in his wake.

3 Following his inclinations,

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