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And skip, when thou point'st out? Will the | If thou had'st not been born the worst of men, cold brook,
Thou had'st been a knave and flatterer.
Apem. I, that I was
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.0! thou shalt find
That the whole life of Athens were in this ! Tim. A fool of thee: Depart.
Thus would I eat it.
[Eating a root. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Apem. Here; I will mend thy feast. Tim. I hate thee worse.
[offering him something. Apem. Why?
Tim. First mend my company, take away thyTim. Thou flatter’st misery.
self. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ?
of thine. Apem. To vex thee.
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. If not, I would it were. Dost please thyself in't?
Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Apem. Ay.
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou T'im. What ! a knave too ?
wilt, Apem. If thou did’st put this sour-cold habiton Tell them there I have gold ; look, so I have. To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou Apem. Here is no use for gold. Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, Tim. The best, and truest : Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before: Apem. Where ly’st o’nights, Timon? The one is filling still, never complete ;
Tim. Under that's above me. The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Where feed'st thou o’days, Apemantus ? Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, Worse than the worst, content.
rather, where I eat it. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miser- my mind ! able.
Apem. Where would'st thou send it? Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm Tim. To sauce thy dishes. With favour never clasp’d; but bred a dog. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never Had’st thou, like us, from our first swath, pro- knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When ceeded
thou wast in thy guilt, and thy perfume, they The sweet degrees that this brief world affords mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags To such as may the passive drugs of it
thou knowest none, but art despised for the Freely command, thou would'st have plung’a contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it. thyself
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a medlar?
Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, thou should’st have lov'd thyself better now. Who had the world as my confectionary; What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of was beloved after his means ?
Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st At duty, more than I could frame employment; of, didst thou ever know beloved ?. That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves Apem. Myself. Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare means to keep a dog. For every storm that blows ;-1, to bear this, Apem. What things in the world canst thou That never knew but better, is some burden: nearest compare to thy flatterers ? Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the Hath made thce hard in't. Why should'st thou things themselves. What would'st thou do with bate men ?
the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? They neverflatter'd thee: What hast thou given? Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. If thou wilt curse,—thy father, that poor rag, Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the Must be thy subject ; who, in spite, put stuff confusion of men, and remain a beast with the To some she beggar, and compounded thee beasts? Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone ! - Apem. Ay, Timon.
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant | Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox That death in me at others' lives may laugh. would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the
[Looking on the gold. lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! ass, thy dulness would torment thee ; and still Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, thou lived'st but as a breakfast to the wolf: if Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict That lies on Dian’s lap! thou visible god, thee, and oft thou should’st hazard thy life for That solder'st close impossibilities, thy dinner : wert thou the unicorn, pride and And mak’st them kiss! that speak’st with every wrath would confound thee, and make thine tongue, own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse ; wert Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue thou a horse, thou would'st be seized by the Set them into confounding odds, that beasts leopard ; wert thou a leopard, thou wert ger- May have the world in empire ! man to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred Åpem. 'Would 'twere so ;were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were re- But not till I am dead !—I'll say, thou hast gold: motion ; and thy defence, absence. What beast Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? T'im. Throng'd to ? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not Apem. Ay. thy loss in transformation ?
Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. Apem. If thou could’st please me with speak- Apem. Live, and love thy misery ! ing to me, thou might'st have hit upon
Tim. Long live so, and so die !—I am quit.The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest
[Exit Apemantus. of beasts.
More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that
them. thou art out of the city? Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter :
Enter Thieves. The plague of company light upon thee! I will 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It fear to catch it, and give way: When I know is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
remainder : The mere want of gold, and the Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, falling-from of his friends, drove him into this thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beg- melancholy. gar's dog than Apemantus.
2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him ; if Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit he care not for't, he will supply us easily ; if he upon.
covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to 2 Thief. True ; for he bears it not about him,
'tis hid. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are 1 Thief. Is not this he ? pure.
Thieves. Where? Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. speak'st.
3 Thief. He; I know him. Tim. If I name thee.
Thieves. Save thee, Timon. I'll beat thee,-but I should infect my hands. Tim. Now, thieves ?
Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog ! Tim. Both too; and women's sons. Choler does kill me, that thou art alive ;
Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that I swoon to see thee.
much do want. Apem. Would thou would'st burst!
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much T'im. Away,
of meat. Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry, I shall lose Why should you want? Behold the earth hath A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him. roots; Apem. Beast!
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : Tim. Slave!
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; Apem. Toad!
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue !
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. i Thief: We cannot live on grass, on berries, I am sick of this false world; and will love nought water, But even the mere necessities upon it.
As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Then, if thou grant’st thou’rt man, I have forgot That you are thieves profess’d; that you work not
thee: In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
Tim. Then Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man grape,
About me, I; all that I kept 'were knaves, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, To serve in meat to villains. And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; Flav. The gods are witness, His antidotes are poison, and he slays
Ne’er did poor steward wear a truer grief More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Tim. What, dost thou weep?-Come nearer ;Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: then I love thee, The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Because thou art a woman, and disclaimost Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, Flinty mankind ; whose eyes do never give, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
weeping! That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, From general excrement: each thing's a thief ; To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough lasts, power
To entertain me as your steward still. Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves ; Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now away ;
So comfortable? It almost turns Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold. throats;
Thy face.--Surely, this man was born of woman.-All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, Perpetual-sober gods ! I do proclaim But thieves do lose it: Steal not less, for this One honest man,-mistake me not, -but one; I give you; and gold confound you howsoever! No more, I pray,--and he is a steward.—
[Timon retires to his cave. How fain would I have hated all mankind, 3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my And thou redeemn'st thyself: But all, save thee, profession, by persuading me to it.
I fell with curses. 1 Thief. 'Í'is in the malice of mankind, that Methinks, thou art more honest now than wise ; he thus advises us ; not to have us thrive in our For, by oppressing and betraying me, mystery.
Thou might'st have sooner got another service: 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and For many so arrive at second masters, give over my trade.
Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) There is no time so miserable, but a man may Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, be true.
[Exeunt Thieves. If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men
deal gifts, Enter FLAVIUS.
Expecting in return twenty for one? Flav. O you gods!
Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose Is yon despis’d and ruinous man my lord ?
breast Full of decay and failing? O monument Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late : And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! You should have fear'd false times, when you What an alteration of honour has
did feast : Desperate want made !
Suspect still comes, where an estate is least. What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends ! Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Care of your food and living: and, believe it, When man was wish'd to love his enemies : My most honour'd lord, Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo For any benefit that points to me, Those that would mischief me, than those that do! Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange He has caught me in his eye: I will present For this one wish, That you had power and wealth Aly honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, To requite me, by making rich yourself. Still serve him with my life.—My dearest master! T'im. Look 'thée, 'tis so !- Thou singly ho
nest man, Timon comes forward from his cave.
Here, take :--the gods out of my misery Tim. Away! what art thou ?
Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and Flav. Have you forgot me, sir ?
happy : Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from mren ;
Hate all, curse all ; show charity to none; Flav. 0, let me stay,
Tim. If thou hat'st
them, Debts wither them : Be men like blasted woods, Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. And may diseases lick up their false bloods !
[Exeunt severully. And so, farewell, and thrive.
SCENE I. The same. Before Timon's cave. Poet. Nay, let's seek him:
Then do we sin against our own estate, Enter Poet and Painter ; Timon behind, unseen.
When we may profit meet, and come too late. Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot Pain. True; be far where he abides.
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. the rumour hold for true, that he is so full of Come. gold?
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phry- gold, nia and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple enriched poor straggling soldiers with great Than where swine feed ! quantity: 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a | 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st mighty sum.
the foam ; Poet
. Then this breaking of his has been but Settlest admired reverence in a slave : a try for his friends.
To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm Be crown'd with plagues, thắt thee alone obey ! in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. 'Fit I do meet them.
[Advancing Therefore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! him, in this supposed distress of his: it will Pain. Our late noble master. show honestly in us; and is very likely to load Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men? our purposes with what they travel for, if it be Poet. Sir, a just and true report that goes of his having. Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Poet. What have you now to present unto Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall’n off, him?
Whose thankless natures-0 abhorred spirits ! Pain. Nothing at this time but my visita- Not all the whips of heaven are large enoughtion : only I will promise him an excellent piece. What ! to you!
Poet. I must serve him so too ; tell him of an Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence intent that's coming toward him.
To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude very air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expec- With any size of words. tation : performance is ever the duller for his Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better: act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind You, that are honest, by being what you are, of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. Make them best seen, and known. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: Pain. He, and myself, performance is a kind of will, or testament, Have travels in the great shower of your gifts, which argues a great sickness in his judgment And sweetly felt it. that makes it.
Tim. Ay, you are honest men. Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not Pain. We are hither come to offer you our paint a man so bad as is thyself.
service. Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have Tim. Most honest men ! Why, how shall I provided for him: It must be a personating of requite you ? himself: a satire against the softness of pros- Can you eat roots, and drink cold water ? no. perity ; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you that follow youth and opulency;
service. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. You are honest men : You have heard thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own that I have gold ; faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for I am sure, you have: speak truth: you are hothee.
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore | For he is set so only to himself, Came not my friend, nor I.
That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Tim. Good honest men :- Thou draw'st a Is friendly with him. counterfeit
1 Sen. Bring us to his cave: Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
To speak with Timon. Pain. So, so, my lord.
2 Sen. At all times alike Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :- And for thy Men are not still the same: 'Twas time and griefs, fiction,
[To the Poet. That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Why, thy verses swell with stuff so fine and Offering the fortunes of his former days, smooth,
The former man may make him : Bring us to That thou art even natural in thine art.
him, But, for all this, my honest natur’d friends,
And chance it as it may. I must needs say, you have a little fault: Flav. Here is his cave.Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! You take much pains to mend.
Look out, and speak to friends: The Athenians, Both. Beseech your honour,
By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: To make it known to us.
Speak to them, noble Timon.
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burnBoth. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Speak, and be hang'd: Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a For each true word, a blister! and each false knave,
Be as a caut'rizing to the root o’the tongue, That mightily deceives you.
Consuming it with speaking ! Both. Do we, my lord ?
1 Sen. Worthy Timon,Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dis- Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of semble,
Timon. Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assur’d,
Timon. That he's a made-up villain.
Tim. I thank them; and would send them Pain. I know none such, my lord.
back the plague, Poet. Nor I.
Could I but catch it for them. Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give 1 Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
On special dignities, which vacant lie
2 Sen. They confess Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross: Tim. You that way, and you this, but two Which now the public body,—which doth seldom in company :
Play the recanter,-feeling in itself, Each man apart, all single and alone,
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ; If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render,
[To the Painter. Together with a recompense more fruitful Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
[To the Poet. Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, But where one villain is, then him abandon.- As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, Hence ! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, And write in thee the figures of their love, ye slaves :
Ever to read them thine.
Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. [Erit, beating and driving them out. 1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return SCENE II.-The same.
And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Enter Flavius, and two Senators.
Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Live with authority:-50 soon we shall drive back Timon ;
Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;