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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, Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
I am as poor as you.

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?
To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Speak!
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? Tin. A beast, as thon art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; For showing me again the eyes of man!
Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! That art thyself a man ?
Who then dares to be half so kind again?

Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
My dearest lord, bless’d, to be most accurs’d, That I might love thee something.
Rich, only to be wretched ;- thy great fortunes Alcib. I know thee well;
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord! But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.
He's sung in rage from this ungrateful seat

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;
Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Exit. Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine

Hath in her more destruction, than thy sword,
SCENE III. The woods.

For all her cherubin look.
Enter Toox.

Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb

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:
Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several fortunes; But then renew I could not, like the moon;
The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,

There were no suns to borrow of.
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, Alcib. Noble Timon,
But by contempt of nature.

What friendship may I do thee?
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; Tim. None, but to
The senator shall bear coutempt hereditary,

Maintain my opinion.
The beggar native honour.

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.


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Tun. Thoa sau'st them, when I had prosperity. Into strong shadlers, and to hearea'y agree,
Alci', I see them now, then was a blessed time. Tacimmortal zo's that hear you, - spare Touroatas,
. As is now, held with a brace of liarlot". Til trost to your conditions: be whores sais;
Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the and he whose proas breath seeks to cocert roa,

Be strong in ubore, allore him, barz hin ep;
Voic'd 0 regardfully?

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
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their last, still; use of thy salt hours: season the slaves Paint, till a horse may mire upon your face:
Portube, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth A pox of wrinkles !
To the trbr-fast, and the diet.

Phr. et Timan. Well, more gold; – what then ?-
Tuman, lang thee, monster!

Believe't, ihat we'll do any thing for gold.
Alcub. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Tim. Consumptions sow
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. -- Io hollow bones of man; strike their sharp ships,
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
'The want whereof doth daily make revolt That he may never more false title plead,
In my peninu, band: I have heard, and griev'd, Nor sound his quillets shrilly; hoar the flamen,
Ilow cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, That scolds against the quality of flesh,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when nrighbour states, And not believes himself down with the nose,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, — Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
Tim. I prythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone! of him, that his particular to foresee,
Alcub. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Smells from the general weal: make curl’d-pate raf-
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost fians bald;

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
I had rather be alone.

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!
My country.

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more!
Put up thy gold. Go on, --- here's gold, -- go on! Alcib. I never did thee harm.
Be as a planetary plagle, when Jove

Tim. Yes, thou spok’st well of me.
Will o'er some high-vic'd city liang his poison Alcib. Call'st thou that harm?
In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one: Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away,
Pily not honour'd age for his white beard ; And take thy beagles wi thee!
He's an eurer: strike me the counterfeit matron; Alcib. We but ollend him.
It is her habit only that is honest,

Hersell's a bawdi let not the virgin's cheek

[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!

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Apem. I was directed hither : men report, That numberless upou me stuck, as leaves,
Thou dost alect my manners, and dost use them. Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush
Tim. Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog, Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare
Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee! For every storm that blows; -1, to bear this,'

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; That never kuew but better, is some burden:
A poor uomanly melancholy, sprung

Thy nature did commence in suflerance, time
From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place ? Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate
This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?

Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; They never flatter'd thee. What hast thou given?
Hing their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot, If thou wilt curse, – thy father, that poor rag,
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff
By putting on the cunning of a carper..

To some she beggar, and compounded thee
Be ihou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive

Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! -
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, if thou had'st not been born the worst of men,
And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Thon had'st been a koave and flatterer.
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, Aper. Art thou proud yet ?
And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;

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,
Answer mere nature, — bid them flatter thee; Tim. The best, and truest:
0! thou shalt find

For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Tim. A fool of thee. Depart !

Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon?
Apem. I love thee better now, than e'er I did. Tim. Under that's above me.
Tim. I hate thee worse.

Where seed’st thou o’days, Apemantus?
Apem. Why?

Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather,
Tim. Thou flatter'st misery.

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. To vex thee.

Apem. Where would'st thou send it?
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.

Tim. To sauce thy dishes.
Dost please thyself in't?

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.

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Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee Put not till I am dead !--- I'll say, thou hast gold:
to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox would Tim. Throng'd to ?
eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would sus- Арет. Ау.

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?

beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest 2 Thief: Truc; for le bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
not thy loss in transformation ?

1 Thief. Is not this he?
Apem. If thou could’st please me with speaking to
Thieves. Where?

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.

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou
Thieves. Save thee, Timon !

T art out of the city?

Tim. Now, thieves ?
Apen. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: the Tim. Both too; and women's sovs.
Thieves, Soldiers, not 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;
Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. The bouteous housewife, nature, on each bush
Tím. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?

Apem. A plagne on thee, thou art too bad to curse. 1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. As beasts, and birds, a:id fishes.

Apen. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and
Tim. If I name thee.-
I'll beat thee, - but I should infect my
hands. You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con,

Apem. I would, my tongne could rot them off! That you are thieves profess’d; that you work not

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;

In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
I swoon to see thee.

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,
Tim. Away,

And so 'scape hanginy: trust not the physician;
Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose His antidotes are poison, and he slays
A stone by thee.

[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,
Tim. Slave!

Like workmen. I'll example you with thicvery:
Apem. Toad!

The stin's a thief, and with his great attraction
T'im. Rogue, rogue, rogue!

Robs the vast sca: the moon's an arrant thief,
[.Apemantus retreats backward, as going. And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
I am sick of this false world; and will love bought The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
But even the mere necessities upon it.

The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat From geueral excrement: each thing's a thief;
Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
That death in me at other's lives may laugh. Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away;
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce Rob one another! There's more gold. Cut throats!

(Looking on the gold. All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Preak open shops; nothing can you steal,
of Hymen's purest bed; thou valiant Mars ! But thieves do lose it. Steal not less, for this
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, I give you; and gold confound you howsoever!
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow, Amen,

(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.
Aud mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts? i Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he
Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue

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!
Those, that would mischief me, than those, that do ! Flav. 0, let me stay,
He has caught me in his eye: I will present

And comfort you, my master!
My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,

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;

Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt man, I have forgot thee.

Flav, An honest poor servant of yours.

The same. Before Timox's cave.
Tim. Then

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:
Suspect still comes, where an estate is least. Then do we sin against our own estate,
That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, When we may profit meet, and come too late.
Duty and zcal to your unmatched mind,

Pain. True;
Care of your food and living: and, believe it, When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
My most honour'd lord,

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,


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