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You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, | Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt man, I have forgot
That you are thieves profess’d; that you work not thee:
In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.
In limited professions. Rascal thieves,

Tim. Then Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man grape,

About me, I; all that I kept 'were knaves, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, To serve in meat to villains. And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician; Fluv. The gods are witness, His antidotes are poison, and he slays

Ne’er did poor steward wear a truer grief More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Tim. What, dost thou weep?-Come nearer ;Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: then I love thee, The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Because thou art a woman, and disclaim’st Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,

Weeping ! That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, From general excrement: each thing's a thief ; To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough lasts, power

To entertain me as your steward still. Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves ; Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now away ;

So comfortable? It almost turns Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold throats;

Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of woman.-All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim But thieves do lose it: Steal not less, for this One honest man,-mistake me not,--but one; I give you ; and gold confound you howsoever! No more, I pray,--and he is a steward. Amen.

[Timon retires to his cave. How fain would I have hated all mankind, 3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my And thou redeem'st thyself: But all, save thee, profession, by persuading me to it.

I fell with curses. 1 Thief: 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that Methinks, thou art more honest now than wise ; he thus advises us ; not to have us thrive in our For, by oppressing and betraying me, mystery.

Thou might’st have sooner got another service: 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and For many so arrive at second masters, give over my trade.

Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) There is no time so miserable, but a inan may Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, be true.

[Exeunt Thieves. If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men

deal gifts, Enter FLAVIUS.

Expecting in return twenty for one? Flav. O you gods !

Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord ?

breast Full of decay and failing ? O monument Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late: And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! You should have fear’d false times, when you What an alteration of honour has

did feast : Desperate want made !

Suspect still comes, where an estate is least. What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends ! Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Care of your food and living: and, believe it, When man was wish'd to love his enemies : My most honour'd lord, Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo For any benefit that points to me, Those that would mischief me, than those that do! Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange He has caught me in his eye: I will present For this one wish, That you had power and wealth My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, To requite me, by making rich yourself. Still serve him with my life.—My dearest master! T'im. Look 'thee, 'tis so !—Thou singly ho

nest man, Timon comes forward from his cave. Here, take :--the gods out of my misery, Tim. Away! what art thou ?

Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and Flav. Have you forgot me, sir ?

happy : Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men ;

men ;

Hate all, curse all ; show charity to none; Flav. 0, let me stay,
But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, And comfort you, my master.
Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs

Tim. If thou hat'st What thou deny'st to men ; let prisons swallow Curses, stay not; fly, while thou’rt blest and them,

free: Debts wither them: Be men like blasted woods, Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. And may diseases lick up their false bloods !

[Exeunt severally. And so, farewell, and thrive.

ACT V.

him?

SCENE I.—The same. Before Timon's cave. Poet. Nay, let's seek him :

Then do we sin against our own estate, Enter Poet and Painter ; Timon behind, unseen. When we may protit meet, and come too late.

Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot Pain. True; be far where he abides.

When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. the rumour hold for true, that he is so full of Come. gold?

Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phry- gold, nia and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple enriched poor straggling soldiers with great Than where swine feed ! quantity: 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st mighty sum.

the foam ; Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but Settlest admired reverence in a slave : a try for his friends.

To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey! in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. 'Fit I do meet them.

[Advancing Therefore, 'tis not 'amiss, we tender our loves to Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! him, in this supposed distress of his: it will Pain. Our late noble master. show honestly in us; and is very likely to load Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men? our purposes with what they travel for, if it be Poet. Sir, a just and true report that goes of his having. Having often of your open bounty tasted, Poet. What have you now to present unto Hearing you were retir'd, your friends falln off,

Whose thankless natures abhorred spirits ! Pain. Nothing at this time but my visita- Not all the whips of heaven are large enoughtion : only I will promise him an excellent piece. What! to you!

Poet. I'must serve him so too ; tell him of an Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence intent that's coming toward him.

To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude very air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expec- With any size of words. tation : performance is ever the duller for his Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better: act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind You, that are honest, by being what you are, of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. Make them best seen, and known. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: Pain. He, and myself, performance is a kind of will, or testament, Have travelld in the great shower of your gifts, which argues a great sickness in his judgment And sweetly felt it. that makes it.

Tim. Ay, you are honest men. Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not Pain. We are hither come to offer you our paint a man so bad as is thyself.

service. Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall i provided for him : It must be a personating of requite you ? himself: a satire against the softness of pros- Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. perity; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you that follow youth and opulency:

service. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. You are honest men: You have heard thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own that I have gold ; faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for I am sure, you have: speak truth : you are hothee.

nest men.

Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore | For he is set so only to himself, Came not my friend, nor I.

That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Tim. Good honest men :- Thou draw'st a Is friendly with him. counterfeit

1 Sen. Bring us to his cave: Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

To speak with Timon. Pain. So, so, my lord.

2 Sen. At all times alike Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :- And for thy Men are not still the same: 'Twas time and griefs, fiction,

[To the Poet. That fram’d him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Why, thy verses swell with stuff so fine and Offering the fortunes of his former days, smooth,

The former man may make him : Bring us to That thou art even natural in thine art.

him, But, for all this, my honest natur'd friends, And chance it as it may. I must needs say, you have a little fault :

Flav. Here is his cave.Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! You take much pains to mend.

Look out, and speak to friends: The Athenians, Both. Beseech your honour,

By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: To make it known to us.

Speak to them, noble Timon.
Tim. You'll take it ill.
Both. liost thankfully, my lord.

Enter Timon.
Tim. Will you indeed?

Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn ! Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.

Speak, and be hang'd: Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a For each true word, a blister ! and each false knave,

Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue, That mightily deceives you.

Consuming it with speaking! Both. Do we, my lord ?

1 Sen. Worthy Timon,

Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dis- Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of semble,

Timon. Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assur’d,

Timon. That he's a made-up villain.

Tim. I thank them; and would send them Pain. I know none such, my lord.

back the plague, Poet. Nor I.

Could I but catch it for them. Tim. Look you, love you well; I'll give 1 Sen. O, forget

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
Rid me these villains from your companies : The senators, with one consent of love,
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
draught,

On special dignities, which vacant lie
Confound them by some course, and come to me, For thy best use and wearing.
I'll give you gold enough.

2 Sen. They confess Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross: Tim. You that way, and you this, but two Which now the public body,—which doth seldom in company:

Play the recanter,-feeling in itself, Each man apart, all single and alone,

A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ; If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render,

[To the Painter. Together with a recompense more fruitful Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;

[To the Poet. Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, But where one villain is, then him abandon.- As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, Hence ! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, And write in thee the figures of their love, ye slaves :

Ever to read them thine. You have done work for me, there's payment: Tim. You witch me in it; Hence!

Surprise me to the very brink of tears: You are an alchymist, make gold of that :- Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Out, rascal dogs!

And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. [Exit, beating and driving them out. 1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return SCENE II.-The same.

And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take

The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Enter Flavius, and two Senators.

Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Live with authority:-so soon we shall drive back Timon ;

Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;

you gold,

with us,

gain!

Who, like a boar too savage, doch root up

Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still His country's peace.

shall find him. 2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Against the walls of Athens.

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion 1 Sen. Therefore, Timon,

Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Tim. Well, sir, I will ; therefore, I will, sir; Which once a day with his embossed froth Thus,

The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

And let my grave-stone be your oracle.Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Athens,

Graves only be men's works; and death, their And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain

Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;

reign.

[Exit Timon. Then, let him know,-and tell him, Timon

1 Sen. His discontents are unren

removeably speaks it,

Coupled to nature. In pity of our aged, and our youth,

2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And strain what other means is left unto us And let him take't at worst ; for their knives In our dear peril. care not,

1 Sen. It requires swift foot. [Ereunt. While you have throats to answer : for myself, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp,

SCENE III.-The walls of Athens.
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you

Enter two Senators, and a Messenger.
To the protection of the prosperous gods, 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd ; are
As thieves to keepers.

his files Flav. Stay not, all's in vain.

As full as thy report? Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, Mess. I have spoke the least : It will be seen to-morrow ; My long sickness Besides, his expedition promises Of health, and living, now begins to mend, Present approach. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,

not Timon. And last so long enough!

Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient 1 Sen. We speak in vain.

friend ;Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not Whom, though in general part we were oppos’d, One that rejoices in the common wreck, Yet our old love made a particular force, As common bruit doth put it.

And made us speak like friends :--this man was 1 Sen. That's well spoke.

riding Tim. Commend me to my loving country- From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, men,

With letters of entreaty, which imported 1 Sen. These words become your lips as they His fellowship i'the cause against your city, pass through them.

In part for his sake mov'd. 2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triúmphers

Enter Senators from Timon. In their applauding gates.

1 Sen. Here come our brothers. Tim. Coinmend me to them;

3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him exAnd tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, pect. Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Their pangs of love, with other incident throes Doth choke the air with dust: In, and prepare ; That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare. In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness

[Exeunt. do them : 171 teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. SCENE IV.—The woods. Timon's cave, and a 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.

tomb-stone seen. T'im. I have a tree, which grows here in my close,

Enter a Soldier, seeking Timon. That mine own use invites me to cut down, Sold. By all description this should be the place. And shortly must I fell it ; Tell my friends, Who's here? speak, ho!-No answer?-What Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,

is this? From high to low throughout, that whoso please Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span : To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, Dead, sure; and this his grave.And hang himself :- I pray you, do my greeting. What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character

I'll take with wax :

Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall Our captain hath in every figure skill; With those that have offended : like a shepherd, An ag'd interpreter, though young in days: Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, Before proud Athens he's set down by this, But kill not altogether. Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit. 2 Sen. What thou wilt,

Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, SCENE V.--Before the walls of Athens Than hew to't with thy sword.

1 Sen. Set but thy foot Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and

Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope; Forces.

So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town To say, thou'lt enter friendly.
Our terrible approach. [A parley sounded. 2 Sen. Throw thy glove,

Or any token of thine honour else,
Enter Senators on the walls.

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time And not as our confusion, all thy powers With all licentious measure, making your

wills Shall make their harbour in our town, till we The scope of justice ; till now, myself, and such Have seal'd thy full desire. As slept within the shadow of your power, Alcib. Then there's my glove; Have wander’d with our travers’darms, and Descend, and open your uncharged ports : breath'd

Those eneinies of Timon's, and mine own, Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Fall, and no more: and,--to atone your fears Cries, of itself, No more : now breathless wrong with my more noble meaning, -not a man Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream And pursy indolence shall break his wind Of regular justice in your city's bounds, With fear, and horrid Aight.

But shall be remedied, to your public laws 1 Sen. Noble, and young,

At heaviest answer.
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear, Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves

The Senators descend, and open the gates. Above their quantity. 2 Sen. So did we woo

Enter a Soldier. Transformed Timon to our city's love,

Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; By humble message, and by promis’d means : Entomb’d upon the very hem o'the sea : We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

And, on his grave stone, this insculpture ; which The common stroke of war.

With wax I brought away, whose soft impression 1 Sen. These walls of ours

Interprets for my poor ignorance. Were not erected by their hands, from whom Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such, wretched soul bereft: That these great towers, trophies, and schools Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked should fall

caitiff's left! For private faults in them.

Here lie i Timon ; who, alive, all living men did 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out; Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess

here thy gait. Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, These well express in thee thy latter spirits : Into our city with thy banners spread : Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs, By decimation, and a tithed death,

Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our drop(If thy revenges hunger for that food,

lets which Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit tenth;

Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye And by the hazard of the spotted die,

On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Let die the spotted.

Is noble Timon; of whose memory 1 Sen. All have not offended;

Hereafter more.—Bring me into your city, For those that were, it is not square to take, And I will use the olive with my sword: On those that are, revenges : crimes, like lands, Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,

make each Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage : Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Let our drums strike.

[Ereunt.

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