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In beastiy sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.--| As Trones is going out, enter, from the other side, Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed !

PANDARUS, Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Pan. But hear you, hear you! I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Tro. Hence, bróker lackey! ignomy and shame And linger noi our sure destructions on!

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

(Erit Troilus. Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones ! I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;

O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent But dare all imminence, that gods and men despised ! O traitors and bawds, bow earnestly are Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!

you set 'a work, and how ill requited! Why should Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?

our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call’d, loathed ? what verse for it? what instance for it? Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: -Let me see:There is a word will Priam turn to stone;

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: Cold statues of the youth; and in a word,

And being once subdued in armed tail, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Hector is dead; there is no more to say.

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents,

cloths. Thus proudly pight upon our Phyrigan plains, As many as be here of pander's hall, Let Titan rise as early as he dare, [siz'd coward ! Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : I'll through and through you !-And thou, great. Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.- Some two months hence my will shall here be mado: Strike a free march to Troy!-- with comfort go : It should be now, but that my fear is this, Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : [Ereunt Æneas and Trojans. Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eascs;

And at that time bequeath you—my diseases. (Esih.




Tinos, a noble Athenian.

SCENE I.-Athens. A Hall in Timon's House.
LUCULLUS, Lords, and flatterers of Timon.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others,

at several doors. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends. APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.

Poet. Good day, sir. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian general.


I am glad you are well. FLAVIUS, steward to Timon.

Poet. I have not seen you long : How goes the FLAMINIUS,

world? Lucilius, Timon's servants.

Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. SERVILIUS,


Ay, that's well known: Caphis,

But what particular rarity? what strange, PHILOTUS,

Which manifold record not matches? See, Titus,

servants to Timon's creditors Magick of bounty! all these spirits thy power Lucius,

Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. HORTENSIUS,

Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Two Servants of Varro.

Mer. 0, 'tis a worthy lord ! The Servant of Isidore.


Nay, that's most fix'd. Tuo of Timon's Creditors.

Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it Cupid and Maskers.

were, Three Strangers

To an untirable and continuate goodness : Poet.

He passes. Painter.

Jeu. I have a jewel here. Jeweller.

Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir ? Merchant.

Jew. If he will touch the estimate : But, for that An old Athenian.

Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, A Pags.

It stains the glory in that happy verse
A Fool.

Which aptly sings the good.

'Tis a good form. PHRYNIA,

mistresses to Alcibiades. TIMANDRA,

(Looking at the jewel.

Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, and

Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de Attendants.

dication SCENE-ATHENS; and the woods adjorurg. Tu the great lord.



som 3


A thing slipp'd illy fron. me. Make sacred even lii, stirrop, and through him Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

Drink the free air. From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i’ the flint Pain,

Ay, marry, what of these ? Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame

Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies

mood, Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes your book Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, forth?

Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Not one accompanying his declining foot. Let's see your piece.

Pain. 'Tis common : Pain. 'Tis a good piece.

A thousand moral paintings I can show, Post. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Pain. Indifferent.

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Poet.

Admirable : How this grace To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Speaks his own standing! what a mental power The foot above the head. This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Serv. One might interpret.

ant of VENTIDIU's talking with him. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the lise.


Imprison'd is he, say you ? Here is a touch : Is't good ?

Ven. Serr. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his Poet.

I'll say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife

His means most short, his creditors most strait : Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Your honourable letter he desires

To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Enter certain Senators, and pass over.

Periods his comfort. Pain. How this lord's follow'd!


Noble Ventidius! Well;
Poct. The senators of Athens :—Happy men ! I am not of that feather, to shake off
Pain. Look, more!

(visitors. My friend when he must need me. I do know him Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of A gentleman, that well deserves a help, I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,

Which he shall hare: I'll pay the debt, and free him. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. With amplest entertainment: My free drift

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ran. Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax: no levell’d malice

And, being enfranchis’d, bid him come to me :Infects one comma in the course I hold;

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Leaving no tract behind.

Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Exit. Pain. How shall I understand you ?

Enter an old Athenian. Poet.

'I'll unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds,

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as


Freely, good father. Of grave and sustere quality,) tender down

Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune, Tim. I have so: What of him? Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,

Old Aih. Most noble Timon, call the man before Subdues and properties to his love and tendance

All corts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd fatterer Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius !
To Apemantus, that few things loves better

Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace,

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Tiron, this thy Pain. I saw them speak together.

creature, Poet. Sir, I have on a high and pleasant bill, By night frequents my house. I am a man Feign'd Fortune to be thron’d: The base o’the mount That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Than one which holds a trencher. To propagate their states: amongst them all,


Well; what further ? Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,

On whom I may confer what I have got: Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, Whose present grace to present slaves and servants And I have bred her, at my dearest cost, Translates his rivals.

In qualities of the best. This man of thine

'Tis conceiv'd to scope. Attempts her love: I prythee, noble lord,
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Join with me to forbid him her resort;
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Myself have spoke in vain.
Bowing his head against the steepy mount


The man is bones', To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : In our condition.

His honesty rewards him in itself, Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on: It must not bear my daughter. All those which were his fellows but of late,


Does she love him. (Some better than his value,) on the moment Old Ath. She is young, and apt. Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Our own precedent passions do instruct us Rain sacrificial whisperings in his car,

What levity's in youth.

Tim. į To LUCHLUS.) Love you the maid ? Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's bı aius Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing, Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Apem. The best, for the innocence. And dispossess her all.

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter If she be mated with an equal husbaud ? (all. and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, Pain. You are a dog.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath served me long: Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's To build his fortune I will strain a little,

she, if I be a dog ? For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter · Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

Apem. No; I eat not lords. And make him weigh with her.

Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. Old Ath.

Most noble lord, Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by grea. Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

bellies. Tim. My band to thee ; mine honour on my pro- T'im. That's a lascivious apprehension. mise.

Apem. So thou apprehend'st it : Take it for thy Lui. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may labour. That state or fortune fall into my keeping,

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apeinantus ? Which is not ow'd to you!

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will (Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. , not cost a man a doit. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth ? lordship!

Apem. Not worth my thinking.--How now, pretî Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Poet. How now, philosopher ? Go not away:-What have you there, my friend ? Apem. Thou liest.

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Poet. Art not one ? Your lordship to accept.

Apem. Yes. Tim,

Painting is welcome. Poet. Then I lie not. The painting is almost, the natural man;

Apem. Art not a poet ? For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, Poet. Yes. He is but outside : These pencil'd figures are Apem. Then thou licst: look in thy last work, Even such as they give out. I like your work ; where thou hast feign’d bim a worthy fellow. And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Poet. That's not feign'd; he is so. Till you hear further from me.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay ihee Pain.

The gods preserve you! for thy labour : He, that loves to be Autiered, is T'im. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! band:

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord Hath suffer'd under praise.

with my heart. Jew.

Wbat, my lord ? dispraise ? Tim. What, thyself ? Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.

Apem. Ay. If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extollid,

Tim. Wherefore ? It would unclew me quite.

Aprem. That I had no angry wit to be a l rd. Jew.

My lord, 'tis rated Art not thou a merchant? As those which sell would give: But you well know, Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Things of like value, differing in the owners,

Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not! Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. You mend the jewel by wearing it.

Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god corfound Tim.

Well mock'd. thee! Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common

Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. tongue, Which all men speak with him.

Tim. What trumpet's that? Tim. Louk, who comes here: Will you be chid ?

'Tis Alcibiades, and Enter APEMANTCS.

Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Jew. We will bear with your lordship.

Tim. Pray entertain them; give them guide to Mer. He'll spare nona.

[Ereunt some Attendants. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentie Apeinantus ! You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's done, When thou art Timon's dog, and these kraves honest. Show me this piece.--I'm joyful of your sights. Tim. Why dost thou call them ipaves ? thou

Enter AlCIBIADES, with his company. know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenian:

Most welcome, sir !

{ They salute Tim. Yes.


So, sn; there !Apem. Then I repent not.

Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call’d thee by thy


And all this court'sy! The strain cf man's bred out Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Into baboon and monkey. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I fecul

Most hungrily on your sight. Tim. Whither art going?


Right welcome, sir !

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Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time

Apem. Ho, ho, confessid it? hang'd it, have you la different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

[Eceunt all but APEMANTUS. Tim. 0, Apemantus !-you are welcome. Enter Tuo Lords.


You shall not make me welcome :
I Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Apem. Time to be honest.

Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a huI Lord. That time serves still.

mour there Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast ? They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine But yond' man's ever angry. heat fools.

Go, let him have a table by himself; 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

For he does neither affect company, Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. Nor is he fit for it, indeed. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for II come to observe; I give thee warning on’t. mean to give thee none.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an AtheI Lord. Hang thyself.

nian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; power: prythee, let my meat make thee sileut. make thy requests to thy friend.

Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee

should hence.

Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a number Apem. I will Ay, like a dog, the heels of the ass. Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not!

(Exit. It grieves me to see so many dip their meat 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall In one man's blood; and all the madness is, we in,

He cheers them up too. And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: The very heart of kindness.

Methinks, they should invite them without knives ; 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays There's much example for’t; the fellow, that Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,

Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges But breeds the giver a return exceeding

The breath of him in a divided draught, All use of quittance.

Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov’d. 1 Lord.

The noblest mind he carries, if I Tha ever govern'd man.

Lin? Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: 1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

(Ereunt. Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in Timon's


2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Арет. .

°Flow this way! Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet served in ; Fưavius and others attending ; then Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill

A brave fellow !--he keeps his tides well. T'imon, enter Timon, ALCIBLADES, Lucius, Lucullus, Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: Ventidius, and Attendants. There comes, drop- This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the

APEMANTUS's GRACE. gods remember My father's age, and call him to long peace.

Immortal gods, I crave no poif; lie is gone happy, and has left me rich:

I pray for no man, but myself: Then, as in grateful virtue, I am bound

Grant I may never prove so fond, To your free heart—I do return those talents,

To trust man on his oath or bond; Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help

Or a harlot, for her weeping;
I deriv'd liberty.

Or a dog, that seems a sleeping;
O, by no means,

Or u keeper with my freedom;
Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love ;

Or my friends, if I should need 'em. I gave it freely ever; and there's none

Amen. So full to':: Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :

Rich men sin, and I eat rost. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

[Eats and drinks. To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus ! l'en. A noble spirit.

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field | They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. Tim.

Nay, my lords, ceremony Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, Was but devis'd, at first, to set a gloss

than a dinner of friends. Ou faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's Kecanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;

no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at But where there is true friendship, there needs non, such a feast. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine eneThan my fortunes to me.

[They sil. mies then; that then thou night'st kill 'em, and bid I Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. me to 'em.


| Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my | The Lords rise from table, with much aduring of lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles out we might express some part of our zeals, we should an Amazon, and all dance, men with women; a lofty think ourselves for ever perfect.

strain or two to the hautboys, and cease. Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, themselves have provided that I shall have much

fair ladies; help froin you: How had you been my friends else? Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, why have you that charitable title from thousands, which was not half so beautiful and kind; did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told You have added worth unto 't, and lively lustre, more of you to myself, than you can with modesty And entertain'd me with miné own device; speak in your own behalf; and thus far I coufirin I am to thank you for it. you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any

1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. friends, if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living, should we not hold taking, I doubt me.

Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would ne'er have use for them : and would most resemble

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves. sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished

All Lad. Most thaukfully, my lord. myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We

[Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies. are born to do benefits : and what better or properer Tim. Flavius, can we call our own than the riches of our friends ?

Flav. My lord. 0, what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many


The little casket bring me hither. like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ?

Flav. Yes, my lord.—More jewels yet! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine There is no crossing him in his humour; (Aside eyes cannot hold out water, methinks; to forget Else I should tell him,-Well,—_' faith, I should, their faults, I drink to you.

When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;

2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.

[Erit, and returns with the casket. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a

1 Lord. Where be our men ? bastard.


Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you moy'd me 2 Lord. Our horses. Apem. Much!

[ Fucket sounded.


O my friends, I have one word Tim. What means that trump ?-How now ? To say to you ;-Look you, my good lord, I must Enter a Servant.

Entreat you, honour me so much, as to

Advance this jewel ; Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. most desirous of admittance.

i Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,Tim. Ladies! What are their wills i

AU. So are we all. Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my ford, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures.

Enter a Servant. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the se-
Enter Cupid.

Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ;-and to all Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Chat of his bounties taste :-The five best senses Flav.

I beseech your honour, Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come freely Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern To congratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: l'aste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; I pr’ythee, let us be provided l'hey only now come but to feast thine eyes. To show them entertainment. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind


I scarce know how, admittance,

[ Aside Musick, make their welcome.

[Exit Cupid.

Enter another Servant. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how amply you're be

2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lu. lov'd.

cius, Husick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies Out of his free love, hath presented to you

as Amazons, with luies in their hunds, dancing, and Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver. playing.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the presents

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

Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news ? They dance! they are mad women.

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable Like madness is the glory of this life,

gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.

to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your hu. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; nour two brace of greyhounds. And spend our Baiteries, to drink those men,

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd, Upon whose age we void it up again, (not Not without fair reward. With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's Flav. [Aside.)

What will this come to? Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift? And all out of an empty coffer. I should fear, those that dance before me now Nor will he know his purse, vë yield me this, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done : To show bim what a beggar bis heart is, Men shut their doors against a setting sun Being of no power to make bis wishes good



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