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1 Sen. He dies,
1 Lord. I should think so: He hath sent me Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. an earnest inviting, which many my near ocMy lords, it not for any parts in him,
casions did urge me to put off; but he hath (Though his right arm might purchase his own conjured me beyond them, and I must needs time,
(you, appear. And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move 2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my Take my deserts to his, and join them both: importunate business, but he would not hear And, for I know, your reverend ages love my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to bor. Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
row of me, that my provision was out. My honour to you, upon his good returns. 1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I un. If by this crime he owes law his life, derstand how all things go, Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore; 2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would For law is strict, and war is nothing more. he have borrowed of you ? 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no 1 Lord. A thousand pieces. more,
(ther, 2 Lord. A thousand pieces ! On height of our displeasure: Friend, or bro- 1 Lord. What of you? He forteits his own blood, that spills another. 3 Lord. He sent to me, Sir.-Here he comes.
Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My I do beseech you, know me.
Enter TIMON, and Attendants. 2 Sen. How?
Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both:Alcih. Call me to your remembrances. And how fare you? 3 Sen. What?
1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has for your lordship. got me;
2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer It could not else be, I should prove so base, * more willing, than we your lordship. To sue, and be denied such common grace: Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves My wounds ache at you.
winter; such summer-birds are men.-Gentle. i Sen. Do you dare our anger ?
men, our dinner will not recompense this long "Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; stay : feast your ears with the music awhile; We banish thee for ever.
if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's Alcib. Banish me?
sound: we shall to't presently. Banish your dotage; banish usury,
1 Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly with That makes the senate ugly.
your lordship, that I returned you an empty i Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens con messenger. tain thee,
Tim. 0, Sir, let it not trouble you. Attend our weightier judgement. And, not 2 Lord. My noble lord, to swell our spirit,t
Tim. Ah, my good friend! what cheer? He shall be executed presently.
[The banquet brought in. (Exeunt SENATORS. 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; sick of sbame, that, when your lordship this that you may live
other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a Only in bone, that none may look on you ! beggar. I am worse than mad: I have kept back their Tim. Think not on't, Sir. foes,
2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours beWhile they have told their money, and let out fore,Their coin upon large interest; I'myself, Tim. Let it not cumber your better rememRich only in large hurts;-All those, for this ? brance.*-Come, bring in all together. Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate 2 Lord. All cover'd dishes! Pours into captains' wounds ? ha! banish- 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you. ment?
3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd; season can yield it. It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, 1 Lord. How do you? What's the news? That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up 3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished : Hear you My discontented troops, and lay for hearts, of it? "Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds; 1 & 2 Lord. Alcibiades banished! Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as 3 Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it. gods.
[Exit. 1 Lord. How ? how ?
2 Lerd. I pray you, upon what? SCENE VI.-A mugnificent Room in Timon's Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near? House.
3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a Music. Tables set out: SERVants attending.
noble feast toward. Enter divers LORDS, at several doors.
2 Lord. This is the old man still.
3 Lord. Will't hold ? will't hold ? 1 Lord. The good time of day to you, Sir. 2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this
2 Lord. It does : but time will—and so
3 Lord. I do conceive. honourable lord did but try us this other day. i Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring,
Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur when we encountered: I hope, it is not so low diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a
as he would to the lip of his mistress: your with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can several friends. of bis new feasting. 2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion agree upon the first place: Sit, sit. The gods
require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with . For dishonoured. + I.e. Not to put ourselves in any tumour of rage.
thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourWe should now say—to lay out
for hearts, i.e. the af- selves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your sections of the people. To tire on a thing meant to be idly employed on it.
* l. e. Your good memory.
deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools, that one need not lend to the other: for, weré Pluck the grave wrinkled sedate from the yoner godheads to borrow of men, men wordd for
bench, sake the gods. Make the meat be beloved, more And minister in their steads! to general flths than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of Convert o'the instant, green virginity! (fast; twenty be without u score of rillians: If there sit Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be Rather than render back, out with your knives, as they are. The rest of your fees, O gods, And cut your trusters' thrvats! bound servants, the senators of Athens, together with the common
steal ! lag of people,-what is amiss in them, you gods Large handed robbers your grave masters are, make suitable for destruction. For these my pre- And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed; sent friends,-as they are to me nothing, so in Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteen, nothing bless them, and to nothing they are wel- Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping
sire, Uncover, dogs, and lap.
With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, [The dishes uncovered are full of warm water. Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Some speuk. What does his lordship mean?
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Some other. I know not.
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Tim. May you a better feast never behold,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke. And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to
Decline to your confounding contraries, warm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Your potent and infectious fevers heap (men, Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may hali [Throwing water in their faces. Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth;
As lamely as their manners! lust and libertył Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long, That" gainst the stream of virtue they may Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteons destroyers, affable wolves, meek And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
strive, bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute. That their society, as their friendship, may,
Be general leprosy! breath infect breath; jacks !! Of man, and beast, the infinite malady
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, Crust you quite o'er !--What, dost thou go?
But nakedness, thou detestable town! Soft, take thy physic first-thuu too, - and Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns ! [Throws the dishes ut them, and drives The unkindest beast more kinder than man
kind. them out.
The gods Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
nsourd (hear me, ye good gods all.) What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast, And grant, as Timon grows, his bate may
The Athenians both within and out that wall! Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. [be Burn, house; sink, Athens! henceforth hated to the whole race of mankind, high, and low! Of Timon, man, and all humanity! [Exit.
(Exit. Re-enter the Lords, with other LORDS and SENATORS.
SCENE II.-Athens.-A Room in TIMON'S
House. 1 Lord. How now, my lords? 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Ti
Enter Flavius, with two or three SERVANTS. mon's fury? 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap?
1 Ser. Hear you, master steward, where's 4 Lord, I have lost my gown.
3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining? humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say other day, and now he has beat it out of my Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
to you? hat:-Did you see my jewel? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap ?
I am as poor as you.
1 Serv. Such a house broke! 3 Lord. Here'tis. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown.
So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not 1 Lord. Let's make no stay.
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm, 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad.
And go along with him!
2 Serv. As we do turn our backs 3 Lord. I feel't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next So his familiars to his buried fortunes
From our companion, thrown into his grave; day stones.
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, ACT IV.
Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air, SCENE 1.- Without the walls of Athens. With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Enter TIMON.
Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fel
lows. Tim. Let me look back upon thee, I thou wall,
Enter other SERVANTS.
Fluv. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. tinent;
. Common sewers. • The lowext.
+ Flies of a season. * Jacks of the clock; like those at St. Dunstan's church, troy each other.
+ I. e. Contrarieties, whose nature it is to waste or do in Flect-street.
3 Sert, Yet do our hearts wear Timon's | All feasts, societies, and throngs of men ! livery,
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains! That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Destruction fange mankind !-Earth, yield me Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark;
(Digging. And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Hearing the surges threat: we must all part With thy most operant poison! What is here! Into this sea of air.
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, Fiar. Good fellows all,
(vens! The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. I am no idle votarist.+ Roots, you clear hea« Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Thus much of this, will make black white; Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads,
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; cow. As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
ard, valiant. We have seen better days. Let each take some; Ha, you gods! why this ? What this, you (Giving them money, gods? Why this
[sides; Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word Will lug your priests and servants from your
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor, This yellow slave
[heads : [Exeunt SERVANTS. Will knit and break religions; bless the ac0, the fierce* wretchedness that glory brings
(empt, Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, Who would not wish to be from wealth ex- And give them title, knee, and approbation, Since riches point to misery and contempt? With senators on the bench; this is it," Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live That makes the wappen'di widow wed again; But in a dream of friendship? (pounds, She, whom the spital-bouse, and ulcerous sores To have his pomp, and all what state com- Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and But only painted, like bis varnish'd friends?
spices Poor honest lord, brought low by his own To the April day again. Come, damned
heart; Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,t Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st When man's worst sin is, he does too much
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Who then dares to be half so kind again? Do thy right nature.-(March afar off.]-Ha! For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar a drum ?-Thou'rt quick,
But yet I'll bury thee: Thou’lt gó, strong thief, My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accurs'd, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand:Rich, only to be wretched ;-thy great fortunes Nay, stay thou out for earnest. Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind
[Keeping some gold. lord! He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fire, in warOf monstrous friends: nor has he with him to like manner; PARYNIA and TIMANDRA. Supply his life, or that which can command it. I'll follow, and inquire him out:
Alcib. What art thou there? I'll serve his mind with my best will;
Speak. Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker [Erit.
knaw thy heart,
For showing me again the eyes of man!
Alcib. What is thy name?' Is man so hateful
That art thyself a man?
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orbi
That I might love thee something.
Alcib. I know thee well;
Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that
I know thee, fortunes;
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; The greater scorns the lesser: Not nature,
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great
gules : But bys contempt of nature. (fortune, Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord;
Then what should war be? This fell whore The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
of thine The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look. The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
Phr. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot reIn purity of manhood stand upright,
To thine own lips again.
(turns And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be,
Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this So are they all; for every grize of fortune Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
change? Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique;
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
give: But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
+ No insincerc or inconstant supplicant. Gold will not Hasty, precipitate. + Propensity, disposition.
Sorrowful. 1.e. The moon's, this sublunary world.
1. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness and freshBut by is here used for without.
ness of youth.
serve me instead of roots.
But then renew I could not like the moon; That through the window-bars bore at men's There were no suns to borrow of.
Are not within the leaf of pity writ, [eyes, Alcib. Noble Timon,
Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not What friendship may do thee?
(mercy; Tim. None, but to
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Maintain my opinion.
Think it a bastard," whom the oracle Alcib. What is it, Timon?
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform
[objects it none: If
(for And mince it sans remorse :t Swear against Thou wilt not promise, the plague thee: Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, con- Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, por found thee,
babes, For thou’rt a man!
Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy miseries.
soldiers; Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had pros- Make large confusion: and, thy fury spent, perity.
Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the time.
gold thou giv'st me, Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Not all thy counsel. harlots.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom
curse upon thee! the world
Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good TiVoic'd so regardfully?
mon: Hast thou more? Tim. Art thou Timandra ?
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her Timan. Yes.
(sluts, Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you that use thee;
[lust. Your aprons mountant: You are not oathaGive them diseases, leaving with thee their ble,Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked Into strong shudders, and to heavenly'agues, To the tub-fast, and the diet.*
[youth The immortal gods that hear you,-spare your Timan. Hang thee, monster!
oaths, Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his I'll trust to your conditions:9 Be whores still; wits
And he whose pious breath' seeks to convert Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
you, I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Be strong in whore, allure bim, burn him up; The want whereof doth daily make revolt Let your close fire predominate his smoke, In my pepurious band: I have heard and And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six griev'd,
(roofs How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour With burdens of the dead ;-some that were states,
hang'd, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon No matter: 'wear them, betray with them: Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee wbore still; gone.
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear A pox of wrinkles ! Timon.
Phr. & Timan. Well, more gold;-What Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou
then ?dost trouble?
Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold. I had rather be alone.
Tim. Consumptions sow
(shins, Alcib. Why, fare thee well:
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp Here's some gold for thee.
And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's Tim. Keep't, I cannot eat it.
voice, Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a That he may never more false title plead, heap,
Nor sound his quillets|| shrilly: hoar the flamen, Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ?
That scolds against the quality of flesh, Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.
And not believes himself: down with the nose, Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy con- Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away quest; and
of him, that his particular to foresee, Thee after, when thou hast conquerd! Smells from the general weal: make curl'dAlcib. Why me, Timon ?
pate ruffians bald; Tim. That,
And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer Derive some pain from you: Plague all; My country.
Lon; That your activity may defeat and quell Put up thy gold; Go on, here's gold,go The source of all erection. There's more Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
gold: Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison Do you damn others, and let this damn you, In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one; And ditches graves you all! Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more He's a usurer: Strike me the counterfeit
money, bounteous Timon. It is her habit only that is honest, [matron; Tim. More whore, more mischief first; . I Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek
have given you earnest. Make soft thy trenchantt sword; for those milk-paps,
* An allusion to the tale of Oedipus. + Without pity. * Alluding to the cure of the lucs venerea then in practice. i 1. e. Against objects of charity and compassion. + Cutting
Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens, Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myFarewell, Timon;
self. If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
like thyself; Alcib. I never did thee harm.
A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Alcib. Call'st thou that harm?
Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away,
trees, And take thy beagles with thee.
That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, Alcib. We but offend him.
And skip when thou point'si out? Will the Strike.
cold brook, [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA. To cure thy o'er-night's surteit? call the créa. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's un
Whose naked natures live in all the spite Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused
[Digging: To the conflicting elements expos'd, (trunks, Whose womb unmeasureable, and intinite Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; breast,
O! thou shalt findTeems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Tim. A fool of thee: Depart. Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. puff'd,
Tim. I hate thee worse. Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Apem. Why? The gilded newt, and eyeless vedom'd worm,t Tim. Thou flatter'st misery. With all the abhorred births below crispt hea. Apem. I fatter not; but say, thou art a cai
tiff. Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth Tim. Why dost thou seek me out? Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, Apem. To vex thee. From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Dost please thyself in't? Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Apem. Ay. Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and Tim. What! a koave too? bears;
Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward Hath to the marbled mansion all above [face To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Never presented !-0, a root,-Dear thanks! Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
[draughts, Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:* Whereof ingrateful man, withliquorish The one is filling still, never complete; (less, And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, The other, at high wish: Best state, contentThat from it all consideration slips !
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. More man? Plague! plague!
Tim. Not by his breath,t that is more miseApem. I was directed hither: Men report,
rable. Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm them.
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. Tim. "Tis then, because thou dost not keep a Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, t dog
proceeded Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; To such as may the passive drugs of it A poor uomanly melancholy, sprung (place? Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd Tom change of fortune. Why this spade? this
thyself This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? In general riot; melted down thy youth Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie in different beds of lust; and never learn'd soft,
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd Hug their diseas'd perfumes,ộ and have forgot The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, who had the world as my confectionary; By putting on the cunning of a carper.ll. The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
of men By that which has undone thee: hinge thy At duty, more than I could frame employment; knee,
That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare strain,
For every storm that blows ;-1, to bear this, And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus; That never knew but better, is some burden: Thou gav’st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time welcome,
Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
hate men ?
(given? That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou again,
[ness. If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, Rascals should hav't. Do not assume my like-Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff
To some she beggar, and compounded thee Boundless surface. + The serpent called the blird-worm. Bent.
* I. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. $1. e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses.
+ By his voice, sentence. From infancy. 11 1. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.
The cold admonitions of cautious prudence.