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TIMON OF ATHENS.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. TIMON, a noble Athenian,
LUCIUS, Servants to Timon's Creditors. LUCULLUS, flattering Lords.
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant. VENTIDICS, one of Timon's false Friends.
An old Athenian. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian Captain.
Servants to Varro and Isidore, two of Timon's APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
Creditors. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon.
Three Strangers. FLAMINIUS,
A Page. LUCILIUS, Servants to Timon.
, } Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Cupid and Amazons in the Masque.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye.
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some SCENE I.-Athens. A Hall in TIMON'S House.
dedication Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Others,
To the great lord.
Poet. at several doors.
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes Poet. Good day, sir.
From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint Pain.
I am glad you 're well. Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes Provokes itself, and like the current flies the world?
Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Pain. A picture, sir. When comes your book Poet.
Ay, that's well known ; forth? But what particular rarity? what strange, Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Which manifold record not matches? See, Let's see your piece. Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Poet. So'tis; this comes off well and excellent. Pain. I know them both; th' other's a Pain. Indifferent. jeweller.
Admirable! How this grace Mer. O! 'tis a worthy lord.
Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power Jero.
Nay, that's most fix'd. This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd, as Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture it were,
10 One might interpret. To an untirable and continuate goodness :
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. He passes
Here is a touch; is 't good ? Jew. I have a jewel here
I 'll say of it, Mer. O ! pray, let's see't : for the Lord Timon, It tutors nature : artificial strife
Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Jew. If he will touch the estimate : but, for
Enter certain Senators, who pass over the stage. thatPoet. When we for recompense have prais'd the Pain. How this lord is followed ! rile,
Poet. The senators of Athens : happy man! It stains the glory in that happy verse
Pain. Look, more! Which aptly sings the good.
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood Mer. Looking at the jewel. 'Tis a good form. of visitors.
I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Pain. How shall I understand you?
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: the base o' the
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinds of natures,
Translates his rivals.
His means most short, his creditors most strait :
Noble Ventidius !
My friend when he must need me. I do know
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
Trumpets sound. Enter Lord TIMON, addressing
A gentleman that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt and free
Mess. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his
Enter an old Athenian.
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man be-
Tim. Attends he here or no? Lucilius!
Old Ath. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this
By night frequents my house. I am a man
The man is honest.
Old Ath. She is young and apt:
Tim. To LUCILIUS.
Does she love him!
Love you the maid! Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
How shall she be endow'd
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me
l'im. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apepromise.
mantus ? Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never Apem. The best, for the innocence. may
T'im. Wrought he not well that painted it? That state or fortune fall into my keeping
A pem. He wrought better that made the Which is not ow'd to you!
painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of Ereunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian. work. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Pain. You're a dog. lordship!
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me what's she, if I be a dog ?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? Go not away. What have you there, my friend? Apem. No; I eat not lords.
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. Your lordship to accept.
Apem. O! they eat lords ; so they come by Tim.
Painting is welcome. great bellies. The painting is almost the natural man;
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, Apem. So thou apprehendest it, take it for He is but outside : these pencill'd figures are
thy labour. Even such as they give out. I like your work ; Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, ApeAnd you shall find I like it : wait attendance mantus ? Till you hear further from me.
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which Pain.
The gods preserve you! will not cost a man a doit. Tim. Well fare you, gentleman : give me your Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? hand;
A pem. Not worth my thinking. How now, We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel poet! Hath suffer'd under praise.
Poet. How now, philosopher! Jeu.
What, my lord ! dispraise ? A pem. Thou liest. Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
Poet. Art not one ? If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd,
Apem. Yes. It would unclew me quite.
Poet. Then I lie not. Jero.
My lord, 'tis rated A pem. Art not a poet ? As those which sell would give: but you well Poet. Yes. know,
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, Things of like value, differing in the owners, where thon hast feigned him a worthy fellow. Are prized by their masters. Believe't, dear Poet. That's not feigned; he is so. lord,
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
thee for thy labour: he that loves to be Tim. Well mock'd.
flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the that I were a lord! common tongue,
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Which all men speak with him.
Apem. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be lord with my heart. chid ?
Tim. What, thyself?
Tim. Wherefore? Jew. We'll bear, with your lordship.
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Mer.
He'll spare none. 180 Art not thou a merchant ? Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Ape- Mer. Ay, Apemantus. mantus !
A pem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will Apem. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good not ! morrow;
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Apem. Traffic 's thy god, and thy god conhonest.
found thee! T'im. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not.
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. A pem. Are they not Athenians ?
Tim. What trumpet's that ? Tim. Yes.
Serr. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, Apem. Then I repent not.
All of companionship. Jew. You know me, Apemantus ?
l'im. Pray, entertain them ; give them guide Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by to us.
Exeunt some Attendants. thy name.
You must needs dine with me.
Go not you Tim. Thou art prond, Apemantus.
hence A pem. Of nothing so much as that I am not Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's like Timon.
done, Tim. Whither art going ?
Show me this piece. I am joyful of your Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's sights. brains.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Tim. That's a deed thou 'lt die for.
A pem. Right, if doing nothing be death by Most welcome, sir ! the law.
So, so; there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves,
And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
O! by no means,
Into baboon and monkey.
Aleib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and II gave it freely ever; and there's none feed Can truly say he gives, if he receives: Most hungerly on your sight. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair. Ven. A noble spirit!
They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devis'd at first
Enter two Lords.
First Lord. What time o' day is 't, Ape
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room of State in
To your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and Others attending: then enter Lord TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself.
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Second Lord. Why, Apemantus?
You shall not make me welcome :
Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. I mean to give thee none.
Tim. Fie! thou 'rt a churl; ye 've got a humour there
First Lord. Hang thyself!
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.
Second Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog! or I'll spurn thee hence.
Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the
And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
Second Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the
Is but his steward: no meed but he repays
First Lord. I'll keep you company.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Apem. Ho, ho! confess'd it; hang'd it, have
Tim. O! Apemantus, you are welcome.
Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: come to observe; I give thee warning on 't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian; therefore welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee, 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
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
The breath of him in a divided draught,
And call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been
If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at
Ven. Most honour'd Timon,
It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's Great men should drink with harness on their
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
Second Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Apem. Flow this way! A brave fellow! hel
Enter a Serrant. keeps his tides well. Those healths will make
How now! 120 thee and thy state look ill, Timon.
Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, 60 ladies most desirous of admittance. Honest water which ne'er left man i' the mire : Tim. Ladies! What are their wills? This and my food are equals, there's no odds. Serr. There comes with them a forerunner, Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. my lord, which bears that office to signify their Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon; and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Or a keeper with my freedom;
Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
freely Amen. So fall to't :
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. Th' ear, Rich men sin, and I eat root.
Taste, touch, and smell, pleas'd from thy table
rise : Eats and drinks.
They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus ! Tim. They're welcome all ; let 'em have kind
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the acimittance : field now.
Music, make their welcome! Exit CUPID. Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my First Lord. You see, my lord, how ample lord.
you 're belov'd. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies enemies than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord,
as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing there's no meat like 'em : I could wish my best
and playing. friend at such a feast.
Apem. Hoy-day! what a sweep of vanity Apem. Would all those flatterers were thine comes this way : enemies then, that then thou might'st kill 'em They dance! they are mad women. and bid me to 'em.
Like madness is the glory of this life, First Lord. Might we but have that happiness, As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. my lord, that you would once use our hearts, We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves ; whereby we might express some part of our zeals, And spend our flatteries to drink those men we should think ourselves for ever perfect. 90 Upon whose age we void it up again,
Tim. 0! no doubt, my good friends, but the With poisonous spite and envy. gods themselves have provided that I shall have who lives that's not depraved or depraves ? much help from you : how had you been my Who dies that bears not one spurn to their friends else? why have you that charitable title graves from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to Of their friends' gift ? my heart? I have told more of you to myself I should fear those that dance before me now than you can with modesty speak in your own Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods !
done ; think I, what need we have any friends, if we Men shut their doors against a setting sun. should ne'er have need of 'em ? they were the most needless creatures living should we ne'er The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of have use for 'em, and would most resemble
TIMON ; and to show their loves each singles out sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often
lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease. wished myself poorer that I might come nearer Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, to you. We are born to do benefits; and what fair ladies, better or properer can we call our own than the Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, riches of our friends ? 0! what a precious com- Which was not half so beautiful and kind; fort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, com- You have added worth unto 't and lustre, manding one another's fortunes. O joy! e'en ! And entertain’d me with mine own device; made away ere't can be born. Mine eyes can- ' I am to thank you for 't. not hold out water, methinks: to forget their First Lady. My lord, you take us even at the faults, I drink to you.
best. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Apem. Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would Timon.
not hold taking, I doubt me. Second Lord. Joy had the like conception in Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Attends you: please you to dispose yourselves. And, at that instant, like a babe, sprung up.
AU Ladies. Most thankfully, my lord. A pem. Ho, ho ! I laugh to think that babe a
Exeuni CUPID and Ladies. bastard.
Tim. Flavius! Third Lord. I promise you, my lord, you Plav. My lord ! mov'd me much.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither. Apem. Much!
Tucket sounded. Flav. Yes, my lord. A side. More jewels yet! Tim. What means that trump?
i There is no crossing him in's humour ;