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I'll follow, and inquire him out: SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Timon's house. I'll serve his mind with my best will ;
Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. (Exit Enter Flavios, with two or three Servants. 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's
SCENE III.-The woods. our master?
Enter Timon. Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ? Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say T'im. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the to you?
earth Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb I am as poor as you.
Infect the air ! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,1 Serv. Such a house broke!
Whose procreation, residence, and birth, So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not Scarce is dividant, -touch them with several One friend, to take his fortune by the arm,
fortunes ; And go along with him !
The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature, 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fora From our companion, thrown into his grave;
tune, So his familiars to his buried fortunes
But by contempt of nature. Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him, Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self, The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, A dedicated beggar to the air,
The beggar native honour. With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, Walks, like contempt, alone.—More of our fel- The want that makes him lean. Who dares, lows.
In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say, This man's a flatterer ? if one be,
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : Flav. Good fellows all,
Destruction fang mankind !-Earth, yield me The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. roots !
[Digging. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Let's yet be fellows ; let's shake our heads, and with thy most operant poison ! What is here?
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
gods, We have seen better days. Let each take some ; I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens !
[Giving them money. Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, Nay, put out all your hands. Notoneword more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
Exeunt Servants. valiant. 0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods ? Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Why this Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Will lug your priests and servants from your Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live
sides; But in a dream of friendship?
Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads: To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, This yellow slave But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ? Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd; Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves, Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, And give them title, knee, and approbation, When man's worst sin is, he does too much With senators on the bench : this is it, good!
That makes the wappen’d widow wed again ; Who then dares to be half so kind again ? She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices My dearest lord,-bless'd, to be most accurs’d, To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Rich, only to be wretched ;-thy great fortunes Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! odds He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to Do thy right nature.-[March afar off:]-Ha! Sapply his life, or that which can command it. a drum ?- Thou'rt quick, VOL. II.
But yet I'll bury thee : Thou'lt go, strong thief, Make use of thy salt hours : season the slaves
Timan. Hang thee, monster!
Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his like manner : PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA.
wits Alcib. What art thou there?
Are drown's and lost in his calamities. Speak.
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw The want whereof doth daily make revolt thy heart,
In my penurious band: I have heard, and griev'd, For showing me again the eyes of man! How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Alcih. What is thy name? Is man so hateful Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour to thee,
states, That art thyself a man?
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Tim. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
gone. That I might love thee something.
Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Alcib. I know thee well ;
I had rather be alone.
Tim. Keep't, I cannot eat it. Then what should war be? This fell whore of Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on s thine
heap, Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, T'im. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ? For all her cherubin look.
Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conTim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
quest; and To thine own lips again.
Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd! Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this Alcib. Why me, Timon ? change?
Tim. That, Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer give:
My country. But then renew I could not, like the moon; Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, go on; There were no suns to borrow of.
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Alcib. Noble Timon,
Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison What friendship may I do thee ?
In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one: Tim. None, but to
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ; Maintain my opinion.
He'san usurer : Strike me the counterfeit matron; Alcih. What is it, Timon ?
It is her habit only that is honest, Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek none: If
Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milkThou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for paps, Thou art a man ! if thou dost perform, confound That through the window-bars boreat men's eyes, thee,
Are not within the leaf of pity writ, For thou’rt a man!
Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. babe, Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had pros- Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their perity.
mercy; Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, harlots.
And mince it sans remorse : Swear againstobjects; Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; the world
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, not Voic'd so regardfully?
babes, Tim. Art thou Timandra ?
Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Timan. Yes.
Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy solTim. Be a whore still ! they love thee not, diers : that use thee;
Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold Alcib. We but offend him.thou giv'st me,
Strike. Not all thy counsel.
[Drum beats. Ereunt Alcibiades, Phrya Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's
nia, and Timandra. curse upon thee!
Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unPhr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Ti- kindness, mon: Hast thou more ?
Should yet be hungry !--Common mother, thou, Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Teems, and feeds all ; whose self-same mettle, Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puffod, Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven, oaths,
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; I'll trust to your conditions : Be whores still ; Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let your close fire predominate his smoke, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; months,
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin Hath to the marbled mansion all above roofs
Never presented !-0, a root,-Dear thanks! With burdens of the dead ;- some that were Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas ; hang'a,
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, No matter ;-wear them, betray with them: And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, whore still;
That from it all consideration slips.
Apem. I was directed hither : men report, Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold. Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. Tim. Consumptions sow
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, dog, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's Whom I would imitate : Consumption catch thee ! voice,
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected ; That he may never more false title plead, A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen, From change of fortune. "Why this spade ? That scolds against the quality of flesh,
this place? And not believes himself: down with the nose, This slave-like habit ? and these looks of care ? Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; Of him, that his particular to foresee,
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, ruffians bald ;
By putting on the cunning of a carper. And let the unscart'd braggarts of the war Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive Derive some pain from you: Plague all; By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, That your activity may defeat and quell And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, The source of all erection.—There's moregold :- Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus; And ditches grave you all!
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more mo- welcome, ney, bounteous Timon.
To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I That thou turn rascal; had’st thou wealth again, have given you earnest.
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeAlcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon;
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. 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; Alcih. 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,
And skip, when thou point'st out? Will the If thou had’st not been born the worst of men, cold brook,
Thou had'st been a knave and flatterer.
Apem. I, that I was
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.0! thou shalt find
That the whole life of Athens were in this! Tim. A fool of thee: Depart.
Thus would I eat it.
[Eating a root. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Apem. Here ; I will mend thy feast. Tim. I hate thee worse.
Coffering him something. Apem. Why?
Tim. First mend my company, take away thyTim. Thou flatter’st misery.
self. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ?
of thine. Apem. To vex thee.
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. If not, I would it were. Dost please thyself in't?
Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens? Apem. Ay.
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou Tim. What! a knave too?
wilt, Apem. If thou did'st put this sour-cold habiton Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou Apem. Here is no use for gold. Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, Tim. The best, and truest : Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : Apem. Where ly’st o’nights, Timon ? The one is filling still, never complete ;
Tim. Under that's above me. The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Where feed'st thou o'days, Apemantas ? Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, Worse than the worst, content.
rather, where I eat it. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miser- my mind ! able.
Apem. Where would'st thou send it? Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm Tim. To sauce thy dishes. With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog. Apen. The middle of humanity thou never Hadist thou, like us, from our first swath, pro- knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When ceeded
thou wast in thy guilt, and thy perfume, they The sweet degrees that this brief world affords mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags To such as may the passive drugs of it thou knowest none, but art despised for the Freely command, thou would’st have plung'a contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it. thyself
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a medlar?
Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, thou should'st have lov'd thyself better now. Who had the world as my confectionary; What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of was beloved after his means ?
Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st At duty, more than I could frame employment; of, didst thou ever know beloved ? That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves Apem. Myself. Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare means to keep a dog. For every storm that blows ;-1, to bear this, Apem. What things in the world canst thou That never knew but better, is some burden: nearest compare to thy flatterers ? Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the Hath made thce hard in't. Why should'st thou things themselves. What would'st thou do with hate men ?
the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power ? They never fiatter'd thee: What hast thou given? Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. If thou wilt curse,—thy father, that poor rag, Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the Must be thy subject ; who, in spite, put stuff confusion of men, and remain a beast with the To some she beggar, and compounded thee beasts? Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone ! Apem. Ay, Timon.
ing to me,
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant | Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox That death in me at others' lives may laugh. would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, theo thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the
[Looking on the gold. lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! ass, thy dulness would torment thee ; and still Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer, thou lived'st but as a breakfast to the wolf: if Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, thee, and oft thou should’st hazard thy life for That solder’st close impossibilities, thy dinner : wert thou the unicorn, pride and And mak’st them kiss ! that speak’st with every wrath would confound thee, and make thine tongue, own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse ; wert Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue thou a horse, thou would'st be seized by the Set them into confounding odds, that beasts leopard ; wert thou a leopard, thou wert ger- May have the world in empire ! man to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred Åpem. 'Would 'twere so ;were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were re- But not till I am dead !—I'll say, thou hast gold: motion ; and thy defence, absence. What beast Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast ? Tim. Throng'd to? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not Арет. Ау. . thy loss in transformation ?
T'im. Thy back, I pr'ythee.
thou might'st have hit upon it here: T'im. Long live so, and so die !--I am quit.The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest
[Exit Apemantus. of beasts.
More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that
them. thou art out of the city ? Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter :
Enter Thieves. The plague of company light upon thee! I will 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It fear to catch it, and give way: When I know is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
remainder : The mere want of gold, and the Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, falling-from of his friends, drove him into this thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beg- melancholy. gar's dog than Apemantus.
2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if T'im. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit he care not for’t, he will supply us easily ; if he upon.
covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to 2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him,
'tis hid. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are 1 Thief. Is not this he? pure.
Thieves. Where? Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. speak'st.
3 Thief. He; I know him. Tim. If I name thee.
Thieves. Save thee, Timon. I'll beat thee,-but I should infect my hands. Tim. Now, thieves ?
Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Tim. Both too ; and women's sons. Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that I swoon to see thee.
much do want. Apem. Would thou would'st burst!
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much Tim. Away,
of meat. Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry, I shall lose Why should you want? Behold the earth hath A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him.
roots ; Apem. Beast !
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : Tim. Slave!
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; Apem. Toad!
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue !
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. i Thief: We cannot live on grass, on berries, I am sick of this false world; and will love nought water, But even the mere necessities upon it.
As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat