W Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord, Tim. Cut my heart in sums. Tim. Tell out my blood. Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord. Tim. Five thousand drops pays that.What yours? — and yours? 1 Var. Serv. My lord, Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word! 'Pray, is my 2 Far. Serv. My lord, lord ready to come forth? Flam. No, indeed, he is not. Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so much. 1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir, If money were as certain, as your waiting, wrong, To stir me up; let me pass quietly: Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! [Exit. Hor. 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. [Exeunt. Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS. 'Tis not so base as you; for you serveknaves. [Exit. 1 Far. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: Creditors!-devils! 2 Var. Serv. No 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. Enter SERVILIUS. Tit. O, here's Servilius: now we shall know Some answer. Flav. My dear lord,→ Tim. What if it should be so? Tim. I'll have it so!-My steward! Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, You only speak from your distracted soul; Tim. Be't not in thy care; go; I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt. Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, sick: And, if it be so far beyond his health, SCENE V. The same. The Senate-house. The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! 1 Sen. Now, captain? Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice; And with such sober and unnoted passion 1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox, Is valour misbegot, and came into the world The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear. Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And th' ass, more captain, than the lion; the felon, Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? 2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Alcib. In vain? his service done At Lacedaemon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life. 1 Sen. What's that? 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect: Alcib. Banish me? Banish your dotage; banish usury, 1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit, He shall be executed presently. [Exeunt Senators. Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I am worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, [Exit. SCENE VI. A magnificent room in TiMox's house. 1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir! 1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered. I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, h'as done fair service, friends. How full of valour did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds? Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: If there were no foes, that were enough alone To overcome him: in that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages, And cherish factions. "Tis infer'd to us, His days are foul, and his drink dangerous. 1 Sen. He dies. Alcib, Hard fate! he might have died in war. (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, 2 Sen. How? 2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting. 1 Lord. I should think so. He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyoud them, and I must needs appear. 2 Lord. In 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 provision was out. 1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go. 2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you? 1 Lord. A thousand pieces. 2 Lord. A thousand pieces! 2 Lord. He sent to me, sir, here he comes. Enter TIMON and Attendants. Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both:how fare you? and 1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship. 2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship. Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men. - Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile; if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't pre Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; sently. To sue, and be denied such common grace: 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger? 1 Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger. Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you. 2 Lord. My noble lord, 2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before, Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. - Come, bring in all together! 2 Lord. All covered dishes! 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you. [ACT IV. L I S 0 A Burn house; sink Athens! henceforth hated be 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought bat hu- 3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season you see my jewel? can yield it. 1 Lord. How do you? What's the news? S Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? 1 et 2 Lord. Alcibiades bauished! $ Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it. 1 Lord. How? how? 2 Lord. I pray you, upon what? Tim. My worthy friends, will yon draw near? 8 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward, 2 Lord. This is the old man still. S Lord. Will't hold? will't hold? 2 Lord. It does: but time will—and so$ Lord. I do conceive. Tim. Each 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. Sit, sit! The gods require our thanks! 4 Lord. Did you see my cap? 2 Lord. Here 'tis. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown. 1 Lord. Let's make no stay. 3 Lord. I feel't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. SCENE I. IT. [Exeuni. ACT That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, And fence not Athens! Matrous, turn incontinent; Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, And minister in their steads! to general filths You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with Convert o'the instant green virginity! thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; praised; but reserve still to give, lest your deities Rather than render back, out with your knives, be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, need not lend to another: for, were your gedheads steal! to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat to beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let no astenila of twenty be without a score of villains. If there sut twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be as they are.rest of your fees, ✪ ge—the senators of Athens, together with the cormon lag of people, what is amiss in them, you pixie, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, -as they are to me nothing, so in noting Less them, and to nothing they are welcome. Uncover. Cogs, and lap. - The The dither uncovered are full of warm water. F S Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, T.m. May you a better feast never behold, water Is your perfectica. This is Timon's last; Throwing water in their faces. Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, I am as poor as you. 1 Serv. Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. 3 Serv. Let do our hearts wear Timon's livery, That 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. Flay. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Nay, put out all your hands. To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thief, Alcib. What art thou there? But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know thee, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Exit. Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine SCENE III.-The woods. Enter TIMON. Tim. O 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, Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several fortunes; The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, Hath in her more destruction, than thy sword, For all her cherubin look. Phry. Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? What friendship may I do thee? Alcib. What is it, Timon? Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: if Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for Thou arta man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, For thou'rt a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Timan. Hang thee, monster! Into strong shadders, and to heavenly agnes, Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits trouble? I had rather be alone. Alcib. Why, fare thee well! Here's some gold for thee. Tim. Keep't, I cannot eat it. Paint, till a horse may mire upon your face: Phr. et Timan. Well, more gold; what then?- In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war There's more gold:-- Aleib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,- And ditches grave you all! Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim.The gods confound them all i'thy conquest; and Tim. That, By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer Put up thy gold. Go on,-here's gold, go on! Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee! Phr. et Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprous mountant: you are not oathable,—— Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Phr. et Timun. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon! Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon! If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again! Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more! Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Alcib, Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Meu daily find it such. Get thee away, -- puf'd, root! Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, More man? Plague! plague! 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