Alc. Banish me! banish your Dotage, banish Ufury, That makes the Senate ugly..

1 Sen. If after two Days fhine, Athens contains thee, Attend our weightier Judgment. And, not to fwell our Spirit, He fhall be Executed prefently.

Alc. Now the Gods keep you old enough,

That you may live

Only in Bone, that none may look on you.

I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their Foes
While they have told their Mony, and let out.
Their Coin upon large Intereft; I my felf,
Rich only in large Hurts.

All thofe, for this?
Is this the Balfom that the ufuring Senate
Pours into Captains Wounds? Hal Banishment !
It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,
It is a Caufe worthy for Spleen and Fury,
That I may ftrike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My difcontented Troops, and lay for Hearts:
'Tis Honour with moft Lands to be at odds,
Soldiers fhould brook as little wrongs as Gods.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Timon's Houfe.
Enter divers Senators at feveral Doors,

1 Sen, The good time of the Day to you, Sir,

[Exit,

2 Sen. I also wish it to you: I think this honourable Lord did but try us this other Day.

I Sen. Upon that were my Thoughts tiring when we encountred. I hope it is not fo low with him, as he made it feem in the tryal of his feveral Friends.

2 Sen. It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Feafting.

1 Sen. I fhould think fo: He hath fent me an earnest inviting, which many my near Occafions did urge me to put off but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I muft needs appear.

2 Sen. In like manner was I in Debt to my importunate bufinefs; but he would not hear my Excufe. I am forry, when he fent to borrow of me, that my Provifion was

out.

1 Sen. I am fick of that Grief too, as I understand how

all things go.

2 Sen. Every Man here's fo. What would he have borrowed of you?

1 Sen. A thousand Pieces.

2 Sen. A thousand Pieces! I Sen. What of you?

here he comes.

Enter Timon and Attendants.

and how

Tim. With all my Heart, Gentlemen both

fare you?

1 Sen. Ever at the beft, hearing well of your Lordship. 2 Sen. The Swallow follows not Summer more willingly, Than we your Lordship.

Tim. Nor more willingly leaves Winter, fuch SummerBirds are Men. Gentlemen, our Dinner will not recompence this long ftay: Feaft your Ears with the Mufick a while; if they will fare fo harthly as o'th' Trumpets found; we shall to't presently.

I Sen. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty Meffenger.

Tim. O Sir, let it not trouble you.

2 Sen. My noble Lord.

Tim. Ah my good Friend, what Cheer?

[The Banquet brought in. 2 Sen. My most honourable Lord, I'm e'en fick of Shame, that when your Lordship t'other Day fent to me, I was fo Unfortunate a Beggar.

Tim. Think not on't, Sir.

2 Sen. If you had fent but two Hours beforeTim. Let it not cumber your better Remembrance. Come, bring in all together.

2 Sen. All cover'd Dishes!

C

1 Sen. Royal Chear, I warrant you.

3 Sen. Doubt not that, if Mony and the Seafon can yield it. Sen. How do you? What's the News?

3 Sen. Alcibiades is banifht: Hear you of it?
Both. Alcibiades banifh'd!

3 Sen. 'Tis fo, be fure of it.
I Sen. How? How?

2 Sen. I pray you upon what?

Tim

Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw near?

3 Sen. I'll tell you more anon, Here's a noble Feaft toward. 2 Sen. This is the old Man ftill.

3 Sen. Will't hold ? Will't hold ?

2 Sen. It does, but time will, and fo 3 Sen. I do conceive.

Tim. Each Man to his Stool, with that Spur as he would to the Lip of his Mistress: Your Diet fhall be in all places alike. Make not a City Feast of it, to let the Meat cool, e'er we can agree upon the firft place. Sit, Sit.

The Gods require our Thanks.

You great Benefactors, Sprinkle our Society with Thankfulnefs. For your own Gifts, make your felves prais'd: But reServe still to give, left your Deities be defpifed. Lend to each Man enough, that one need not lend to another. For were your Godheads to borrow of Men, Men would forfake the Gods. Make the Meat be beloved, more than the Man that gives it. Let no Affembly of twenty, be without a Score of Villains. If there fit twelve Women at the Table, let a Dozen of them be as they are The rest of your Fees, O Gods, the Senators of Athens, together with the common lag of People, what is amifs in them, you Gods, make futable for Deftruction. For these my prefent Friends as they are to me nothing, fo in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover Dogs, and lap.

Some Speak What does his Lordship mean?
Some other. I know not.

Tim. May you a better Feaft never behold,

You Knot of Mouth Friends: Smoke, and lukewarm Water
Is your Perfection. This is Timon's laft,

Who ftuck and fpangled you with Flatteries,
Wathes it off, and fprinkles in your Faces
Your reaking Villany. Live loath'd, and long
Moft fmiling fmooth, detefted Parafites,
Courteous Destroyers, affable Wolves, meek Bears,
You Fools of Fortune, Trencher-Friends, Time-flies,
Cap and Knee Slaves, Vapors, and Minute Jacks
Of Man and Beaft, the infinite Malady

Cruft you quite o'er. What, doft thou go?
Soft, take thy Phyfick first thou too and thou

[Throwing the Dishes at them, and drives 'em out.

Stay,

Stay, I will lend thee Mony, borrow none.
What! what all in Motion? Henceforth be no Feaft,
Whereat a Villain's not a welcome Gueft.

Burn Houfe, fink Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon, Man, and all Humanity.

Enter the Senators,

I Sen. How now, my Lords?

2 Sen. Know you the Quality of Lord Timon's Fury? 3 Sen. Pufh, did you fee my Cap?

4 Sen. I have loft my Gown.

[Exit.

i Sen. He's but a mad Lord, and nought but Humour fways him. He gave me a Jewel th'other Day, and now he has beat it out of my Hat.

Did you fee my Jewel?

2 Sen. Did you fee my Cap? 3 Sen. Here 'tis.

4 Sen. Here lyes my Gown. i Sen. Let's make no stay.

2 Sen. Lord Timon's mad.

4 Sen. One Day he gives us Diamonds, next Day Stones.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt Senators.

SCENE I.

SCENE Without the Walls of Athens.

Enter Timon.

Tim. Et me look back upon thee. O thou Wall,
That girdleft in thofe Wolves, dive in the Earth,
And fence not Athens. Matrons, turn incontinent;
Obedience fail in Children; Slaves and Fools
Pluck the grave wrinkled Senate from the Bench,
And minister in their fteads to general Filths.
Convert o'th' inftant green Virginity,

Do't in your Parents Eyes. Bankrupts, hold faft,
Rather than render back; out with your Knives,
And cut your trufters Throats. Bound Servants, fteal;
Large-handed Robbers your grave Mafters are,

And

And Pill by Law. Maid, to thy Mafter's Bed;
Thy Miftrefs is o'th' Brothel. Son of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,
With it beat out his Brains. Piety and Fear,
Religion to the Gods, Peace, Juftice, Truth,
Domestick awe, Night-reft, and Neighbourhood,
Inftruction, Manners, Myfteries and Trades,
Degrees, Obfervances, Cuftoms and Laws,
Decline to your confounding Contraries.
And yet Confufion live: Plagues incident to Men,
Your potent and infectious Fevers, heap
On Athens ripe for ftroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
Cripple our Senators, that their Limbs
may halt
As lamely as their Manners. Luft and Liberty
Creep in the Minds and Marrows of our Youth,
That 'gainft the Stream of Virtue they may ftrive,
And drown themselves in Riot. Itches, Blains,
Sow all the Athenian Bofoms, and their Crop
Be general Leprofie: Breath infect Breath,
That their Society (as their Friendship) may
Be meerly Poifon. Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But Nakednefs, thou deteftable Town.

Take thou that too, with multiplying Banns:
Timon will to the Woods, where he fhall find
Th'unkindeft Beaft much kinder than Mankind.
The Gods confound (hear me you good Gods all)
Th' Athenians both within and out that Wall;
And grant, as Timon grows, his Hate may grow,
To the whole Race of Mankind, high and low.

Amen.

SCENE II.

Timon's House.

Enter Flavius with two or three Servants.

[Exit.

1 Ser. Hear you, Master Steward, where's our Master ? Are we undone, caft off, nothing remaining?

Flav. Alack, my Fellows, what fhould I fay to you? Let me be recorded by the Righteous Gods,

I am as poor as you.

1 Ser. Such a House broke!

So Noble a Mafter faln! all gone! and not

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