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Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
There's nothing level in our cursed natures, 1 Serv. Such a house broke!
But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhori'd So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not All feasts, societies, and throngs of men! One friend, to take his fortuuc by the arm, His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : And go along with him!
Destruction fung maukind! - Earth, yield me roots! 2 Serv. As we do turn onr backs
[Digging From our companion, thrown into his grave; Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate So his familiars to his buried fortunes
With thy most operant poison! What is here? Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self, I ain no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! A dedicated beggar to the air,
Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, fair; With his disease of all-shum'd poverty,
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, Walks, like contempt, alone. — More of our fellows. valiant. Enter other Servants.
Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? I'lav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house.
Why this 3 Serv. Let do our hearts wear Timon's livery, Wiil lug your priests and servants from your sides ; That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark; This yellow slave And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Will knit and break religions; bles
the accurs'd ; Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, Into this sea of air.
And give them title, knee, and approbation, Flav. Good fellows all,
With senators on the bench: this is it, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. That makes the wappen’d widow wed again ; Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, Would cast the gorge at, tliis embalms and spices As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, To the April day again. Come, damned earth, We have seen better days. Let cach take some; Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
(Giving them money. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Nay, pnt out all your hands. Not one word more: Do thy right nature. — [March afar of:] – Ha! a Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
drum? - Thour't quick,
[Exeunt Servants. But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thief, 0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand : Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Nay, stay thou out for earnest. (Keeping some gold. Since riches point to misery and contempt? Enter Alcibiades, with drum and life, in warlike Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live
manner: Purynia and TIMANDRA. But in a dream of friendship?
Alcib. What art thou there?
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to
thee, Supply his life, or that which can command it. ( not desire to know. Follow thy drum ; I'll follow, and inquire him out;
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: I'll serve his mind with my best will;
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
Hath in her more destruction, than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.
Phry. Thy lips rot off!
To thine own lips again. Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb, - Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Whosc procreation, residence, and birth,
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
There were no suns to borrow of.
What friendship may I do thee?
Maintain my opinion.
Alcib. What is it, Timon ? It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,
Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: if The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for In purity of manhood stand upright,
Thou arta man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be, For thou’rt a man! So are they all; for every grize of fortune
Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
Tun. Thoa sau'st them, when I had prosperity. Into strong shadlers, and to hearea'y agree,
Be strong in ubore, allore him, barz hin ep;
Let your close tire predominate his smoke, Tim. Art thou Timandra?
And be no tarncoats: vet may your pains, sis months, Timan. Yes.
Be quite coutrary: and thaich your poor thinros Tim. Bo a whore still! they love thee not, that With burdens of the dead; – some that were bar; ', use thee;
No matter :-- wear them, betray with them : wire
Phr. et Timan. Well, more gold; – what then ?-
Believe't, ihat we'll do any thing for gold.
And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from you : plague all; Alcib. Why, fare thee well!
That your activity may defeat and quell Bere's some gold for thee.
The source of all erection. - There's more gold :Tim. Keep't, I cannot eat it.
Do you damn others, and let this damn you, Micib. When Ihave laid proud Athens on a heap,
And ditches grave you all! T'um. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
Phr. et Timun. More counsel with more money, Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.
bounteous Timon! Tim.The gods confound them alli’thy conquest; and Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Thec after, when thou hast conquer'd !
given you earnest. Alcib. Why me, Timon?
Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. FareTim. That,
well, Timon! By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer
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.
[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, PhryMake soft thy trenchant sword; for those milkpaps,
nia, and Timandra, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Tim. That nature, being sick of man's uukindness, Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Should yet be hungry!
Common mother, thon, Set them down horrible traitors : spare not the babe,
Digging Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Whereof thy prond child, arrogant mau, is puld, And mince it sans remorse : swcar against objects; Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Pat arruour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven, Nor siglit of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Yield him, who all thị human sons doth hate, Make large confusion ; and, thy fury spent, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Alcib. Ilast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! giv'st me,
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears
; Not all thy counsel.
Teem with new monsters, whom thy lipward face Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented !--0, a root, - dear thanks! Phree Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon : Dry up thy marrows, vincs, and plough-torn leas last thou more?
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
, Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, ' That from it all cousideration slips. Your aprons mountaut: you are not oathable,
Enter Apemantus. Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, More man? Plague! plague!
Apem. I was directed hither : men report, That numberless upou me stuck, as leaves,
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; That never kuew but better, is some burden:
Thy nature did commence in suflerance, time
To some she beggar, and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! -
Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welcome, Apem. I, that I was To knaves, and all approachers : 'lis most just, No prodigal. That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again, Tim. I, that I am one now; Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone!Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like That the whole life of Athens were in this! thyself;
Thus would I eat it.
(Lating a root. A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st Apem. llere; I will mend thy feast. That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
[Offering him something. Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd trees, Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of And skip, when thou point’st out? Will the cold thine. brook,
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch’d; Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
If not, I would it were. To cure thy o'ernight's surseit? call the creatures, - Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Oi wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. To the conflicting elements expos'd,
4pem. Here is no use for gold,
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon?
Where seed’st thou o’days, Apemantus?
Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather,
where I eat it. -1pem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitill. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?
Apem. Where would'st thou send it?
Tim. To sauce thy dishes.
Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewApen. Ay.
est, but the extremity of both ends. When thou Tim. What! a knave too?
wast in thy guilt, and thy perfume, they mocked Apem. If thou did'st put this sour-cold habit on thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowTo castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou est none, but art despised for the contrary. There's Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, a medlar for thee, eat it. Wort thou not beggar. Willing misery
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Outlives incertain pomp, is crowu'd before:
Apem. Dost hate a medlar? The one is filling still, never complete;
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. The other, at high wish : best state, contentless, Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, thou Uath a distracted and most wretched being, should'st have lov'd thyself better now. What man Worse than the worst, content.
didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved afThou should'st desire to die, being miserable. ter his means ? Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st of, Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm didst thou ever know beloved ? With favour never clasp’d; but bred a dog.
Apem. Myself. Had'st thou, like us, from our first swath, proceeded Tim. I understand thee; shou hadst some means The sweet degrees, that this brief world ailords to keep a dog. To such as may the passive drugs of it
Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearFreely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyself est compare to thy flatterers ? In general riot; melted down thy youth
Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the things In different beds of lust; and never learn'd themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Who had the world as my confectionary;
Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the conThe mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? At duty, more than I could frame employment;
Apem. Ay, Timon.
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee Put not till I am dead !--- I'll say, thou hast gold:
Fle pect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused by Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee!
Is yo the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would tor- Apem. Live, and love thy misery! ment thee; and still thou lived'st but as a breakfast Tim. Long live so, and so die! - I am quit.- And to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness
[Exit Apemantus. would afflict thee, and oft thou should st hazard thy More things like men ? — Eat,Timon, and abhor them ! Desi life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and
Enter Thieves. wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self| 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is Wh the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou some poor fragment, some slender ort of his re- Hoy wouldst be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, mainder. The mere want of gold, and the falling- Wh thou would'st be seized by the leopard; wert thou a from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. Cra leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots 2 Thief: It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure
. of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: allthy safety 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he le were remotion, and thy defence, absence. What care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he cobeast could'st thon be, that were not subject to a vetously reserve it, how shall's get it?
1 Thief. Is not this he?
1 me, thou might'st have hit upon it here. The com
2 Thief, 'Tis his description.
T monwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. 3 Thief. He; I know him.
T art out of the city?
Tim. Now, thieves ?
1 plagne of company light upon thee! I will fear to
Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much catch it, and give way. When I know not what else
do want. to do, I'll see thee again.
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
N Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou Why should yon want? Behold the earth hath roots ; F shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, Within this mile break forth a hundred springs:
7 than Apemantus.
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips;
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft
In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
llere's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, Apem. Would thou would'st burst!
Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
And so 'scape hanginy: trust not the physician;
[Throws a stone at him. More than you rob: také wealth and lives together; Apem: Beast!
Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't,
Like workmen. I'll example you with thicvery:
The stin's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sca: the moon's an arrant thief,
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
(Looking on the gold. All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
(Timon retires to his cave. That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
3 Thiej. He has almost charmed me from my proThat solder'st close impossibilities,
fession, by persuading me to it.
thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. Set them into confounding odds, that beasts 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and gire May have the world in empire!
over my trade. Apem.'Would 'twere so; —
1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens. There is
no time so miserable, but a man may be true. For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
[Ěxeunt Thieves. To requite me, by making rich yourself. Enter Flavius.
T'im. Look thee, 'tis so! - Thou singly honest man, Flav. () you gods!
Here, take! - the gods out of my misery Is yon despis’d and ruinous man my lord ?
flave sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy! Full of decay and failing ? O monument
But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men; And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd !
plate all, curse all; show charity to none; What an alteration of honour has
But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, Desperate want made!
Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
them, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
Debts wither them. Be men like blasted woods, When man was wish'd to love his enemies :
may diseases lick up their false bloods! Grant, I may ever love, and rather wou
And so, farewell, and thrive!
And comfort you, my master!
Tim. If thon hat'st Still serve him with my life. My dearest master! Curses, stay not; fiy, while thou’rt blest and free! Toox comes forward from his cave.
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee! Tim. Away! what art thou?
[Exeunt severally. Flav. Have you forgot me, sir? Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
The same. Before Timox's cave.
Enter Poet and Painter; Tinox behind, unseen. I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far
where he abides. About me, I; all that I kept were knaves, To serve in meat to villains.
Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the raFlav. The gods are witness,
mour hold for true, that he is so full of gold ? Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
Pain. Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you.
Timandra had gold of him : he likewise enriched Tim. Wh: dost thou weep? – Come nearer;
poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis then I love thee,
said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try
for his friends. Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping:
Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with
Athens again, and flourish with the highest. There
fore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, weeping!
in this supposed distress of his : it will show hoFlav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
nestly in us; and is very likely to load our purpoTo accept my griet, and, whilst this poor wealth lasts, ses with what they travel for, if it be a just and true To entertain me as your steward still.
report that goes of his having. Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now Poet. What have you now to present unto him? So comfortable? It almost turns
Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation: only My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold
( will promise him an excellent piece. Thy face. Surely, this man was born of woman. — Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an inForgive my general and exceptless rashness, tent that's coming toward him. Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air One honest man,
mistake me not, - but one; o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation': perNo more, I pray, - aud he is a steward.
formance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in How fain would I have hated all mankind,
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly I fell with curses.
and fashionable: performance is a kind of will, or Methinks, thon art more honest now, than wise; testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgFor, by oppressing and betraying me,
ment that makes it. Thou might'st have sooner göt another service: Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a For many so arrive at second masters,
man so bad, as is thyself. Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have pro(For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) vided for him: it must be a personating of himself: Is not thy kindness subtle, covetouis,
a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal gists, discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth Expecting in return twenty for one?
and opulency. Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac's too late: own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other You should have fear'd false times, when you did men? Do so, I have gold for thee. feast:
Poet. Nay, let's seek him:
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. For any benefit, that points to me,
Come! Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold,