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Apem. I was directed hither : men report,
That numberless upon 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 knew but better, is some burden: A poor uumanly melancholy, sprung
Thy nature did commence in sullerance, 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?
meu? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; They never flatter'd thee. What hast thou given? Hug 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 tlıy 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, Apem. 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, spem. 1, that I was To knaves, and all approachers : 'tis most just, No prodigal. That thou turu 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 mysell. 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 warın? 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 surfeit? 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 licaven; 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 feed'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 thon 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. Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'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 kuow 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. Hadist 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 Natierers? 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 But not till I am dead !-- I'll say, thou hast gold:
. would affict thee, and oft thou should'st hazard thy More things like men ? - Eat, Timon, and abhor them! life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and
Enter Thieres. wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self| 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thon some poor fragment, some slender ort of his rewouldst be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, mainder. The mere want of gok?, and the fallingthou would'st be seized by the leopard; wert thou a from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots 2 Thief: It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. of ily kindred were jurors on thy life: allthy safety 3 Thef. Let us make the assay upon him; if he were remotion, and thy defence, absence. What care not fort, he will supply us casily; if he cobeast could'st thou 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: True; for he 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? me, thou might'st have hit upon it here. The com
2 Thief: 'Tis his description. monwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts, 3 Thief. He; I know him.
Thieves. Save thee, Timon ! Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
Tim. Now, thieves ?
Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Apen. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: the Tim. Both too; and women's sons. 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. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots; shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, Within this mile break forth a hundred springs: than Apemantus.
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. The bomteous housewife, wature, on each bush Tim. 'World thon wert clean enough to spit upon. Lays her full mess before yon. Want? why want? Apem. A plage 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.
fishes; I'll beat thee, - but I should infect my hands. You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Apem. I wonld, my tongue could rot them off! That you are thieves profess’d; that yon work not Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
In holier shapes: for there is boundless thest Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
In limited professions. Rascal thieves, I swoon to see thee.
flere's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, Apem. Would thou would'st barst!
Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
[Throws a stone at liim. More thau 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 thievery: Apem. Toad !
The san’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,
beat From general 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 Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, of Hymen's purest bed; thou valiant Mars! But thieves do lose it. Steal no 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. That lies on Diau'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. And mak’st them kiss! that
speak’st with every tongue, 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts? 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
(Timon retires to his cave.
no time so miserable, but a man may be true. For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
[Exeunt Thieves. To requite me, by making rich yourself. Enter FLAVIUS.
Tim. 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 ?
Have 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!
Hate 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 : And 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. Is thon hat'st Still serve him with my life. — My dearest master! Curses, stay not; fly, while thou’rt blest and free! Timox comes forward from his cave.
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee!
A CT V.
SCENE I. - The same. Before Trnor'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 nodone lord, thau mine eyes for you.
Timandra had gold of him : he likewise enriched Tim. What, dost thou weep? Come nearer;
poor stragling 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 I 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 Onc honest man,
mistake me not, - but one; o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation': perNo more, I pray, - and 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 qnite out of use. To promise is most courtly I fell with curses.
and fashionable: performance is a kind of will, or Methinks, thou 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, covetons,
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. Fluv. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Tim. Minst thou needs stand for a villain in thine Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late: own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other You should have fear'd false times, when you didmen? 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,
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,
Confound them by some course, and come to me, Than where swine feed!
I'll give you gold enough. 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough’st the Doch. Name them, my lord, let's know them. foam;
Tim. Yon that way, and you this, but two in com-
(Advancing. If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!
[To the Panter. Pain. Our late noble master.
Come not near him. — If thou would'st not reside Tiin. Ilave I once liv'd to see two honest men?
[To the Poet. Poet. Sir,
But where one villain is, then him abandon. -
Out, rascal dogs!
(Exit, beating and driving them ous. To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
SCENE II. - The same.
Enter Flayils, and two Senators,
mon; Make them best seen, and known.
For he is set so only to himself, Pain. Ile, and myself,
That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Hlave travell'd in the great shower of your
gists, Is friendly with him, And sweetly felt it.
1 Sen. Bring us to his cave: Tini. Ay, you are lionest men.
It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, lain. We are hither come to offer you our service. To speak with Timon. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite 2 Sen. At all times alike
Men are not still the same. 'Twas time and griefs
, Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Boih. What we can do, we'll do, to do you Oiiering the fortunes of his former days, service.
The former man may make him. Bring us to him,
Flav. Here is his cave. -
Look out, and speak to friends! The Athenians, Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee : Came not my friend, nor 1.
Speak to them, noble Timon! Tim. Good honest men: thou draw'st a coun
Enter THON. terfeit
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! — Speak, Best in all Athens: thou art, indeed, the best;
and be hang'd! Thon counierfeit'st most lively.
For each true word, a blister! and each false Prin. So, so, my lord.
Be as a caul'rizing to the root o'the tongue, Tim. Even so, sir, as I say: and for thy fiction, Consuming it with speaking!
[To the Poet. 1 Sen. Worthy Timon,Why, tly verses swell with stuff so fine and smooth, Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timor, That thou art even natural in thine art,
2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon! But, for all this, my honest natur'd friends, Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the I must needs say, you have a little fault:
plague, Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Could I but catch it for them. You take much pains to mend.
1 Sen. O, forget Both. Beseech your honour,
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. To make it huown to us.
The senators, with one consent of love, Tim, You'll take it ill.
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Poth. Most thankfully, my lord,
On special digpities, which vacant lie Tim. Will you indeed ?
For ily best use and wearing. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord!
2 Sen. They confess Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross: That mightily deceives you.
Which now the public body, which doth seldom Both Do we, my lord ?
Play the recanter,
feeling in itself Tim. Ay, and you hear hin cog, see him dis- A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal semble,
of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon; Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assur'd,
Together with a recompense more fruitsul, That he's made-up villain.
Than the ofience can weigh down by the dram; Pain. I know noue such, my lord.
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, Poet, Nor I.
As'shall to thee blot ont what wrongs were theirës Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you And write in thee the figures of their love, gold,
Ever to read them thine.
Tim. Yon witch me in it;
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end :
[Exit T'imon. Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name
1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
And strain what other means is left unto 118
In our dear peril.
1 Sen. It requires swift foot.
SCENE III. — The walls of Athens.
Enter twa Senators, and a Messenger.
1 Sen, Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
As full, as thy report?
Besides, his expedition promises
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Then, let him know,-and tell him, Timon speaks it,
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;
Whom, though in general part we were oppos’d, And let him take't at worst; for their knives care Yet our old love made a particular force, not,
And madeus speak like friends:-this man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i’the cause against your city,
In part for his sake moy'd.
Enter Senators from Timon.
1 Sen. Here come our brothers.
3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. T'im. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring, It will be seen to-morrow. My long sickness
Doth chroke the air with dust. In, and prepare; of health, and living, pow begios to mend,
Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare. (Exeunt. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still ;
SCENE IV.-The woods. Timon's cave, and a tombBe Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough!
Enter a Soldier, seeking Timon. 1 Sen. We speak in vain.
Sold. By all description this should be the place. Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not
Who's here?, speak, ho! - No answer? - What is One, that rejoices in the common wreck,
this? As common bruit doth put it.
Timon is dead, who liath outstretch'd his span: 1 Sen. That's well spoke.
Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen, - Dead, sure; and this his grave. — 1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character through them.
I'll take with wax:
An ag'd interpreter, though young in days:
Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and forces. In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town them:
Our terrible approach.
[4 parley sounded. I'll teach them to prevent will Alcibiades' wrath.
Enter Senators on the walls. 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. Till now you have gone on, and filld the time Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, With all licentious measure, making your wills That mine own use invites me to cut down, The scope of jnstice ; till now, myself, and such And shortly must I fell it. Tell my friends, As slept within the shadow of your power, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
Have wander'd with our travers d arms, and breath'd From high to low throughout, that whoso please Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is ilush, To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, Cries, of itself, No more : now breathless wrong And hang himself :- I pray you, do my greeting. Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall and pursy indolence shall break liis wind find him.
With fear, and horrid flight. Tim. Come not to me again : bat say to Athens, 1 Sen. Noble, and young, Timon hath made his cverlasting mansion
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear,
above their quantity.