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Enter TIMON, from his cave.
Tim. Aside. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
Tim. Aside. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee. Poet. Nay, let's seek him:
Then do we sin against our own estate,
When the day serves, before black-corner'dnight,
Tim. Aside. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold,
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
Than where swine feed!
Nor I. Tim. Look you, I love you well. I'll give you gold, Rid me these villains from your companies:
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the Hang them or stab them, drown them in a foam,
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better:
Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
Tim. Ye're honest men. have gold;
Ye've heard that I
I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men. Pain. So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore Came not my friend nor I.
Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough.
Both. Name them. my lord; let's know them. Tim. You that way and you this, but two in company;
Each man apart, all single and alone,
You have work'd for me, there's payment: hence!
Beats them out and then retires to his cave.
Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with
At all times alike Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him. Bring us to him, And chance it as it may. Flav. Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! Look out, and speak to friends. The Athenians, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.
Re-enter TIMON from his cave.
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
Second Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword
While you have throats to answer: for myself,
Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
Tim. Come not to me again; but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. Exit.
First Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
Second Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
And strain what other means is left unto us 20
It requires swift foot. Exeunt.
SCENE II. Before the Walls of Athens. Enter two Senators and a Messenger, First Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
As full as thy report?
Mess. I have spoke the least; Besides, his expedition promises
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you Present approach.
Stay not; all's in vain.
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
We speak in vain.
Second Sen. We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
SCENE IV. Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his Powers.
Aleib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. A parley sounded.
Enter Senators on the walls.
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
Noble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Above their quantity.
So did we woo
Which nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth,
And by the hazard of the spotted die
All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square to take
Throw thy glove, Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress And not as our confusion, all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire.
Alcib. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports: Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more; and, to atone your fears With my more noble meaning, not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be render'd to your public laws At heaviest answer. Both. "Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. The Senators descend, and open the
Enter a Soldier.
Pass by and curse thy fill; but pass and stay not here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Prescribe to other as each other's leech.
SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.
SCENE.-During a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis and near Philippi.
Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home:
First Com. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Conspirators against Julius
rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you?
Second Com. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
Second Com. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Second Com. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, and
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Second Com. Truly, sir, to wear out their
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art shoes, to get myself into more work. But. indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice?
What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels! You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Second Com. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's-leather have gone upon my handiwork.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
And do you now put on your best attire?
Second Com. Truly, sir, all that I live by is And do you now cull out a holiday?
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him :
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
I'll leave you.
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
SCENE II.-The Same. A public Place. Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Caes. Calpurnia! Casca.
Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way When he doth run his course. Antonius!
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
Of late with passions of some difference,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to
And since you know you cannot see yourself
Sooth. Cæsar !
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Choose Cæsar for their king.
I shall remember:
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Caes. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
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Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,