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Timon of Athens Shakespeare homepage | Timon of Athens | Entire play ACT I SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

   Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors 

Poet

   Good day, sir.

Painter

   I am glad you're well.

Poet

   I have not seen you long: how goes the world?

Painter

   It wears, sir, as it grows.

Poet

   Ay, that's well known:
   But what particular rarity? what strange,
   Which manifold record not matches? See,
   Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
   Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.

Painter

   I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.

Merchant

   O, 'tis a worthy lord.

Jeweller

   Nay, that's most fix'd.

Merchant

   A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
   To an untirable and continuate goodness:
   He passes.
   Jeweller: I have a jewel here--

Merchant

   O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
   Jeweller: If he will touch the estimate: but, for that--

Poet

   [Reciting to himself] 'When we for recompense have
   praised the vile,
   It stains the glory in that happy verse
   Which aptly sings the good.'

Merchant

   'Tis a good form.
   Looking at the jewel

Jeweller

   And rich: here is a water, look ye.

Painter

   You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
   To the great lord.

Poet

   A thing slipp'd idly from me.
   Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
   From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
   Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
   Provokes itself and like the current flies
   Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

Painter

   A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?

Poet

   Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
   Let's see your piece.

Painter

   'Tis a good piece.

Poet

   So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.

Painter

   Indifferent.

Poet

   Admirable: how this grace
   Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
   This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
   Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
   One might interpret.

Painter

   It is a pretty mocking of the life.
   Here is a touch; is't good?

Poet

   I will say of it,
   It tutors nature: artificial strife
   Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
   Enter certain Senators, and pass over

Painter

   How this lord is follow'd!

Poet

   The senators of Athens: happy man!

Painter

   Look, more!

Poet

   You see this confluence, this great flood
   of visitors.
   I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
   Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
   With amplest entertainment: my free drift
   Halts not particularly, but moves itself
   In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
   Infects one comma in the course I hold;
   But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
   Leaving no tract behind.

Painter

   How shall I understand you?

Poet

   I will unbolt to you.
   You see how all conditions, how all minds,
   As well of glib and slippery creatures as
   Of grave and austere quality, tender down
   Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune
   Upon his good and gracious nature hanging
   Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
   All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
   To Apemantus, that few things loves better
   Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
   The knee before him, and returns in peace
   Most rich in Timon's nod.

Painter

   I saw them speak together.

Poet

   Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
   Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount
   Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
   That labour on the bosom of this sphere
   To propagate their states: amongst them all,
   Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
   One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
   Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
   Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
   Translates his rivals.

Painter

   'Tis conceived to scope.
   This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
   With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
   Bowing his head against the sleepy mount
   To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
   In our condition.

Poet

   Nay, sir, but hear me on.
   All those which were his fellows but of late,
   Some better than his value, on the moment
   Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
   Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
   Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
   Drink the free air.

Painter

   Ay, marry, what of these?

Poet

   When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
   Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants
   Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top
   Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
   Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Painter

   'Tis common:
   A thousand moral paintings I can show
   That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
   More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
   To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
   The foot above the head.
   Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other servants following

TIMON

   Imprison'd is he, say you?

Messenger

   Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
   His means most short, his creditors most strait:
   Your honourable letter he desires
   To those have shut him up; which failing,
   Periods his comfort.

TIMON

   Noble Ventidius! Well;
   I am not of that feather to shake off
   My friend when he must need me. I do know him
   A gentleman that well deserves a help:
   Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
   and free him.

Messenger

   Your lordship ever binds him.

TIMON

   Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
   And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
   'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
   But to support him after. Fare you well.

Messenger

   All happiness to your honour!
   Exit
   Enter an old Athenian

Old Athenian

   Lord Timon, hear me speak.

TIMON

   Freely, good father.

Old Athenian

   Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

TIMON

   I have so: what of him?

Old Athenian

   Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

TIMON

   Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!

LUCILIUS

   Here, at your lordship's service.

Old Athenian

   This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
   By night frequents my house. I am a man
   That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
   And my estate deserves an heir more raised
   Than one which holds a trencher.

TIMON

   Well; what further?

Old Athenian

   One only daughter have I, no kin else,
   On whom I may confer what I have got:
   The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
   And I have bred her at my dearest cost
   In qualities of the best. This man of thine
   Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
   Join with me to forbid him her resort;
   Myself have spoke in vain.

TIMON

   The man is honest.

Old Athenian

   Therefore he will be, Timon:
   His honesty rewards him in itself;
   It must not bear my daughter.

TIMON

   Does she love him?

Old Athenian

   She is young and apt:
   Our own precedent passions do instruct us
   What levity's in youth.

TIMON

   [To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?

LUCILIUS

   Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.

Old Athenian

   If in her marriage my consent be missing,
   I call the gods to witness, I will choose
   Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
   And dispossess her all.

TIMON

   How shall she be endow'd,
   if she be mated with an equal husband?

Old Athenian

   Three talents on the present; in future, all.

TIMON

   This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
   To build his fortune I will strain a little,
   For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
   What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
   And make him weigh with her.

Old Athenian

   Most noble lord,
   Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

TIMON

   My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

LUCILIUS

   Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
   The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
   Which is not owed to you!
   Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian

Poet

   Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

TIMON

   I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
   Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

Painter

   A piece of painting, which I do beseech
   Your lordship to accept.

TIMON

   Painting is welcome.
   The painting is almost the natural man;
   or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
   He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
   Even such as they give out. I like your work;
   And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
   Till you hear further from me.

Painter

   The gods preserve ye!

TIMON

   Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
   We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
   Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jeweller

   What, my lord! dispraise?

TIMON

   A more satiety of commendations.
   If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
   It would unclew me quite.

Jeweller

   My lord, 'tis rated
   As those which sell would give: but you well know,
   Things of like value differing in the owners
   Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
   You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

TIMON

   Well mock'd.

Merchant

   No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
   Which all men speak with him.

TIMON

   Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
   Enter APEMANTUS
   Jeweller: We'll bear, with your lordship.

Merchant

   He'll spare none.

TIMON

   Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

APEMANTUS

   Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
   When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

TIMON

   Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

APEMANTUS

   Are they not Athenians?

TIMON

   Yes.

APEMANTUS

   Then I repent not.
   Jeweller: You know me, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.

TIMON

   Thou art proud, Apemantus.

APEMANTUS

   Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

TIMON

   Whither art going?

APEMANTUS

   To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

TIMON

   That's a deed thou'lt die for.

APEMANTUS

   Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

TIMON

   How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   The best, for the innocence.

TIMON

   Wrought he not well that painted it?

APEMANTUS

   He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
   he's but a filthy piece of work.

Painter

   You're a dog.

APEMANTUS

   Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?

TIMON

   Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   No; I eat not lords.

TIMON

   An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.

APEMANTUS

   O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON

   That's a lascivious apprehension.

APEMANTUS

   So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.

TIMON

   How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
   man a doit.

TIMON

   What dost thou think 'tis worth?

APEMANTUS

   Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!

Poet

   How now, philosopher!

APEMANTUS

   Thou liest.

Poet

   Art not one?

APEMANTUS

   Yes.

Poet

   Then I lie not.

APEMANTUS

   Art not a poet?

Poet

   Yes.

APEMANTUS

   Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
   hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

Poet

   That's not feigned; he is so.

APEMANTUS

   Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
   labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o'
   the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!

TIMON

   What wouldst do then, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.

TIMON

   What, thyself?

APEMANTUS

   Ay.

TIMON

   Wherefore?

APEMANTUS

   That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
   Art not thou a merchant?

Merchant

   Ay, Apemantus.

APEMANTUS

   Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!

Merchant

   If traffic do it, the gods do it.

APEMANTUS

   Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
   Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger

TIMON

   What trumpet's that?

Messenger

   'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
   All of companionship.

TIMON

   Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
   Exeunt some Attendants
   You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
   Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,
   Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
   Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest
   Most welcome, sir!

APEMANTUS

   So, so, there!
   Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
   That there should be small love 'mongst these
   sweet knaves,
   And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
   Into baboon and monkey.

ALCIBIADES

   Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
   Most hungerly on your sight.

TIMON

   Right welcome, sir!
   Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
   In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
   Exeunt all except APEMANTUS
   Enter two Lords

First Lord

   What time o' day is't, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Time to be honest.

First Lord

   That time serves still.

APEMANTUS

   The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.

Second Lord

   Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?

APEMANTUS

   Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.

Second Lord

   Fare thee well, fare thee well.

APEMANTUS

   Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.

Second Lord

   Why, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
   give thee none.

First Lord

   Hang thyself!

APEMANTUS

   No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
   requests to thy friend.

Second Lord

   Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!

APEMANTUS

   I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.
   Exit

First Lord

   He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
   And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
   The very heart of kindness.

Second Lord

   He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
   Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
   Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
   But breeds the giver a return exceeding
   All use of quittance.

First Lord

   The noblest mind he carries
   That ever govern'd man.

Second Lord

   Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?

First Lord

   I'll keep you company.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

   Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself 

VENTIDIUS

   Most honour'd Timon,
   It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
   And call him to long peace.
   He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
   Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
   To your free heart, I do return those talents,
   Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
   I derived liberty.

TIMON

   O, by no means,
   Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
   I gave it freely ever; and there's none
   Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
   If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
   To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.

VENTIDIUS

   A noble spirit!

TIMON

   Nay, my lords,
   They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON
   Ceremony was but devised at first
   To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
   Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
   But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
   Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
   Than my fortunes to me.
   They sit

First Lord

   My lord, we always have confess'd it.

APEMANTUS

   Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?

TIMON

   O, Apemantus, you are welcome.

APEMANTUS

   No;
   You shall not make me welcome:
   I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

TIMON

   Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
   Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
   They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
   man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
   himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
   he fit for't, indeed.

APEMANTUS

   Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
   observe; I give thee warning on't.

TIMON

   I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
   therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
   prithee, let my meat make thee silent.

APEMANTUS

   I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
   ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
   men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
   to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
   and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
   I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
   Methinks they should invite them without knives;
   Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
   There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
   next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
   breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
   man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
   huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
   Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
   Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

TIMON

   My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.

Second Lord

   Let it flow this way, my good lord.

APEMANTUS

   Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
   well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
   look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
   be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
   This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
   Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
   Apemantus' grace.
   Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
   I pray for no man but myself:
   Grant I may never prove so fond,
   To trust man on his oath or bond;
   Or a harlot, for her weeping;
   Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
   Or a keeper with my freedom;
   Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
   Amen. So fall to't:
   Rich men sin, and I eat root.
   Eats and drinks
   Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

TIMON

   Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

ALCIBIADES

   My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

TIMON

   You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
   dinner of friends.

ALCIBIADES

   So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
   like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

APEMANTUS

   Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
   that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!

First Lord

   Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
   would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
   some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
   for ever perfect.

TIMON

   O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
   themselves have provided that I shall have much help
   from you: how had you been my friends else? why
   have you that charitable title from thousands, did
   not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
   more of you to myself than you can with modesty
   speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
   you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
   friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
   were the most needless creatures living, should we
   ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
   sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
   sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
   myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
   are born to do benefits: and what better or
   properer can we can our own than the riches of our
   friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
   so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
   fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
   Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
   forget their faults, I drink to you.

APEMANTUS

   Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.

Second Lord

   Joy had the like conception in our eyes
   And at that instant like a babe sprung up.

APEMANTUS

   Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

Third Lord

   I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.

APEMANTUS

   Much!
   Tucket, within

TIMON

   What means that trump?
   Enter a Servant
   How now?

Servant

   Please you, my lord, there are certain
   ladies most desirous of admittance.

TIMON

   Ladies! what are their wills?

Servant

   There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
   bears that office, to signify their pleasures.

TIMON

   I pray, let them be admitted.
   Enter Cupid

Cupid

   Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
   That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
   Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
   To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
   Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
   They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

TIMON

   They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
   Music, make their welcome!
   Exit Cupid

First Lord

   You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
   Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing

APEMANTUS

   Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
   They dance! they are mad women.
   Like madness is the glory of this life.
   As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
   We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
   And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
   Upon whose age we void it up again,
   With poisonous spite and envy.
   Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
   Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
   Of their friends' gift?
   I should fear those that dance before me now
   Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
   Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
   The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease

TIMON

   You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
   Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
   Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
   You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
   And entertain'd me with mine own device;
   I am to thank you for 't.

First Lady

   My lord, you take us even at the best.

APEMANTUS

   'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
   taking, I doubt me.

TIMON

   Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
   Please you to dispose yourselves.

All Ladies

   Most thankfully, my lord.
   Exeunt Cupid and Ladies

TIMON

   Flavius.

FLAVIUS

   My lord?

TIMON

   The little casket bring me hither.

FLAVIUS

   Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!
   There is no crossing him in 's humour;
   Aside
   Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should,
   When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could.
   'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
   That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
   Exit

First Lord

   Where be our men?

Servant

   Here, my lord, in readiness.

Second Lord

   Our horses!
   Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket

TIMON

   O my friends,
   I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
   I must entreat you, honour me so much
   As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
   Kind my lord.

First Lord

   I am so far already in your gifts,--

All

   So are we all.
   Enter a Servant

Servant

   My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
   Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

TIMON

   They are fairly welcome.

FLAVIUS

   I beseech your honour,
   Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

TIMON

   Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
   I prithee, let's be provided to show them
   entertainment.

FLAVIUS

   [Aside] I scarce know how.
   Enter a Second Servant

Second Servant

   May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
   Out of his free love, hath presented to you
   Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

TIMON

   I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
   Be worthily entertain'd.
   Enter a third Servant
   How now! what news?

Third Servant

   Please you, my lord, that honourable
   gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
   to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour
   two brace of greyhounds.

TIMON

   I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
   Not without fair reward.

FLAVIUS

   [Aside] What will this come to?
   He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
   And all out of an empty coffer:
   Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
   To show him what a beggar his heart is,
   Being of no power to make his wishes good:
   His promises fly so beyond his state
   That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
   For every word: he is so kind that he now
   Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.
   Well, would I were gently put out of office
   Before I were forced out!
   Happier is he that has no friend to feed
   Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
   I bleed inwardly for my lord.
   Exit

TIMON

   You do yourselves
   Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
   Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

Second Lord

   With more than common thanks I will receive it.

Third Lord

   O, he's the very soul of bounty!

TIMON

   And now I remember, my lord, you gave
   Good words the other day of a bay courser
   I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.

Second Lord

   O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

TIMON

   You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
   Can justly praise but what he does affect:
   I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
   I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.

All Lords

   O, none so welcome.

TIMON

   I take all and your several visitations
   So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
   Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
   And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
   Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
   It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
   Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
   Lie in a pitch'd field.

ALCIBIADES

   Ay, defiled land, my lord.

First Lord

   We are so virtuously bound--

TIMON

   And so
   Am I to you.

Second Lord

   So infinitely endear'd--

TIMON

   All to you. Lights, more lights!

First Lord

   The best of happiness,
   Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!

TIMON

   Ready for his friends.
   Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON

APEMANTUS

   What a coil's here!
   Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
   I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
   That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
   Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
   Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

TIMON

   Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
   good to thee.

APEMANTUS

   No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
   there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then
   thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,
   Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in
   paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
   vain-glories?

TIMON

   Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
   sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
   with better music.
   Exit

APEMANTUS

   So:
   Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then:
   I'll lock thy heaven from thee.
   O, that men's ears should be
   To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
   Exit

ACT II SCENE I. A Senator's house.

   Enter Senator, with papers in his hand 

Senator

   And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
   He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
   Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
   Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
   If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
   And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
   If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
   Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
   Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
   And able horses. No porter at his gate,
   But rather one that smiles and still invites
   All that pass by. It cannot hold: no reason
   Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
   Caphis, I say!
   Enter CAPHIS

CAPHIS

   Here, sir; what is your pleasure?

Senator

   Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon;
   Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
   With slight denial, nor then silenced when--
   'Commend me to your master'--and the cap
   Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
   My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
   Out of mine own; his days and times are past
   And my reliances on his fracted dates
   Have smit my credit: I love and honour him,
   But must not break my back to heal his finger;
   Immediate are my needs, and my relief
   Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
   But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
   Put on a most importunate aspect,
   A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
   When every feather sticks in his own wing,
   Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
   Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

CAPHIS

   I go, sir.

Senator

   'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you,
   And have the dates in contempt.

CAPHIS

   I will, sir.

Senator

   Go.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

   Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand 

FLAVIUS

   No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
   That he will neither know how to maintain it,
   Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
   How things go from him, nor resumes no care
   Of what is to continue: never mind
   Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
   What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel:
   I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
   Fie, fie, fie, fie!
   Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro

CAPHIS

   Good even, Varro: what,
   You come for money?
   Varro's Servant Is't not your business too?

CAPHIS

   It is: and yours too, Isidore?
   Isidore's Servant It is so.

CAPHIS

   Would we were all discharged!
   Varro's Servant I fear it.

CAPHIS

   Here comes the lord.
   Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, & c

TIMON

   So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
   My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?

CAPHIS

   My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

TIMON

   Dues! Whence are you?

CAPHIS

   Of Athens here, my lord.

TIMON

   Go to my steward.

CAPHIS

   Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
   To the succession of new days this month:
   My master is awaked by great occasion
   To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
   That with your other noble parts you'll suit
   In giving him his right.

TIMON

   Mine honest friend,
   I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

CAPHIS

   Nay, good my lord,--

TIMON

   Contain thyself, good friend.
   Varro's Servant One Varro's servant, my good lord,--
   Isidore's Servant From Isidore;
   He humbly prays your speedy payment.

CAPHIS

   If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
   Varro's Servant 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.
   Isidore's Servant Your steward puts me off, my lord;
   And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

TIMON

   Give me breath.
   I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
   I'll wait upon you instantly.
   Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords
   To FLAVIUS
   Come hither: pray you,
   How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
   With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
   And the detention of long-since-due debts,
   Against my honour?

FLAVIUS

   Please you, gentlemen,
   The time is unagreeable to this business:
   Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
   That I may make his lordship understand
   Wherefore you are not paid.

TIMON

   Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
   Exit

FLAVIUS

   Pray, draw near.
   Exit
   Enter APEMANTUS and Fool

CAPHIS

   Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
   let's ha' some sport with 'em.
   Varro's Servant Hang him, he'll abuse us.
   Isidore's Servant A plague upon him, dog!
   Varro's Servant How dost, fool?

APEMANTUS

   Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
   Varro's Servant I speak not to thee.

APEMANTUS

   No,'tis to thyself.
   To the Fool
   Come away.
   Isidore's Servant There's the fool hangs on your back already.

APEMANTUS

   No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.

CAPHIS

   Where's the fool now?

APEMANTUS

   He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and
   usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!

All Servants

   What are we, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Asses.

All Servants

   Why?

APEMANTUS

   That you ask me what you are, and do not know
   yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool

   How do you, gentlemen?

All Servants

   Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?

Fool

   She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens
   as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!

APEMANTUS

   Good! gramercy.
   Enter Page

Fool

   Look you, here comes my mistress' page.

Page

   [To the Fool] Why, how now, captain! what do you
   in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer
   thee profitably.

Page

   Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
   these letters: I know not which is which.

APEMANTUS

   Canst not read?

Page

   No.

APEMANTUS

   There will little learning die then, that day thou
   art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to
   Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't
   die a bawd.

Page

   Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a
   dog's death. Answer not; I am gone.
   Exit

APEMANTUS

   E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with
   you to Lord Timon's.

Fool

   Will you leave me there?

APEMANTUS

   If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?

All Servants

   Ay; would they served us!

APEMANTUS

   So would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.

Fool

   Are you three usurers' men?

All Servants

   Ay, fool.

Fool

   I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my
   mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come
   to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and
   go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house
   merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?
   Varro's Servant I could render one.

APEMANTUS

   Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster
   and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be
   no less esteemed.
   Varro's Servant What is a whoremaster, fool?

Fool

   A fool in good clothes, and something like thee.
   'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord;
   sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher,
   with two stones moe than's artificial one: he is
   very often like a knight; and, generally, in all
   shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore
   to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
   Varro's Servant Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool

   Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
   I have, so much wit thou lackest.

APEMANTUS

   That answer might have become Apemantus.

All Servants

   Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
   Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS

APEMANTUS

   Come with me, fool, come.

Fool

   I do not always follow lover, elder brother and
   woman; sometime the philosopher.
   Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool

FLAVIUS

   Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.
   Exeunt Servants

TIMON

   You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
   Had you not fully laid my state before me,
   That I might so have rated my expense,
   As I had leave of means?

FLAVIUS

   You would not hear me,
   At many leisures I proposed.

TIMON

   Go to:
   Perchance some single vantages you took.
   When my indispos ition put you back:
   And that unaptness made your minister,
   Thus to excuse yourself.

FLAVIUS

   O my good lord,
   At many times I brought in my accounts,
   Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
   And say, you found them in mine honesty.
   When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
   Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;
   Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you
   To hold your hand more close: I did endure
   Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have
   Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
   And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
   Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time--
   The greatest of your having lacks a half
   To pay your present debts.

TIMON

   Let all my land be sold.

FLAVIUS

   'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;
   And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
   Of present dues: the future comes apace:
   What shall defend the interim? and at length
   How goes our reckoning?

TIMON

   To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

FLAVIUS

   O my good lord, the world is but a word:
   Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
   How quickly were it gone!

TIMON

   You tell me true.

FLAVIUS

   If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
   Call me before the exactest auditors
   And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
   When all our offices have been oppress'd
   With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
   With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
   Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
   I have retired me to a wasteful cock,
   And set mine eyes at flow.

TIMON

   Prithee, no more.

FLAVIUS

   Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
   How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
   This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?
   What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is
   Lord Timon's?
   Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
   Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
   The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
   Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
   These flies are couch'd.

TIMON

   Come, sermon me no further:
   No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
   Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
   Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
   To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
   If I would broach the vessels of my love,
   And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
   Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
   As I can bid thee speak.

FLAVIUS

   Assurance bless your thoughts!

TIMON

   And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,
   That I account them blessings; for by these
   Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you
   Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
   Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
   Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants

Servants

   My lord? my lord?

TIMON

   I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
   to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
   to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their
   loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have
   found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let
   the request be fifty talents.

FLAMINIUS

   As you have said, my lord.

FLAVIUS

   [Aside] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!

TIMON

   Go you, sir, to the senators--
   Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
   Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant
   A thousand talents to me.

FLAVIUS

   I have been bold--
   For that I knew it the most general way--
   To them to use your signet and your name;
   But they do shake their heads, and I am here
   No richer in return.

TIMON

   Is't true? can't be?

FLAVIUS

   They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
   That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
   Do what they would; are sorry--you are honourable,--
   But yet they could have wish'd--they know not--
   Something hath been amiss--a noble nature
   May catch a wrench--would all were well--'tis pity;--
   And so, intending other serious matters,
   After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
   With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
   They froze me into silence.

TIMON

   You gods, reward them!
   Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
   Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
   Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
   'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
   And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
   Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
   To a Servant
   Go to Ventidius.
   To FLAVIUS
   Prithee, be not sad,
   Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
   No blame belongs to thee.
   To Servant
   Ventidius lately
   Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd
   Into a great estate: when he was poor,
   Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends,
   I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me;
   Bid him suppose some good necessity
   Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
   With those five talents.
   Exit Servant
   To FLAVIUS
   That had, give't these fellows
   To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
   That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.

FLAVIUS

   I would I could not think it: that thought is
   bounty's foe;
   Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
   Exeunt

ACT III SCENE I. A room in Lucullus' house.

   FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him 

Servant

   I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.

FLAMINIUS

   I thank you, sir.
   Enter LUCULLUS

Servant

   Here's my lord.

LUCULLUS

   [Aside] One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I
   warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver
   basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
   Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.
   Fill me some wine.
   Exit Servants
   And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
   gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
   and master?

FLAMINIUS

   His health is well sir.

LUCULLUS

   I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
   what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

FLAMINIUS

   'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my
   lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
   supply; who, having great and instant occasion to
   use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to
   furnish him, nothing doubting your present
   assistance therein.

LUCULLUS

   La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas,
   good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
   keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha'
   dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to
   supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less,
   and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
   by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty
   is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get
   him from't.
   Re-enter Servant, with wine

Servant

   Please your lordship, here is the wine.

LUCULLUS

   Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

FLAMINIUS

   Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

LUCULLUS

   I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
   spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what
   belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
   the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
   To Servant
   Get you gone, sirrah.
   Exit Servant
   Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
   bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
   knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,
   that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
   bare friendship, without security. Here's three
   solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
   thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.

FLAMINIUS

   Is't possible the world should so much differ,
   And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
   To him that worships thee!
   Throwing the money back

LUCULLUS

   Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
   Exit

FLAMINIUS

   May these add to the number that may scald thee!
   Let moulten coin be thy damnation,
   Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
   Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
   It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
   I feel master's passion! this slave,
   Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
   Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
   When he is turn'd to poison?
   O, may diseases only work upon't!
   And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
   Which my lord paid for, be of any power
   To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
   Exit

SCENE II. A public place.

   Enter LUCILIUS, with three Strangers 

LUCILIUS

   Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and
   an honourable gentleman.

First Stranger

   We know him for no less, though we are but strangers
   to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and
   which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's
   happy hours are done and past, and his estate
   shrinks from him.

LUCILIUS

   Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

Second Stranger

   But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago,
   one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow
   so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and
   showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.

LUCILIUS

   How!

Second Stranger

   I tell you, denied, my lord.

LUCILIUS

   What a strange case was that! now, before the gods,
   I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man!
   there was very little honour showed in't. For my own
   part, I must needs confess, I have received some
   small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels
   and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his;
   yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should
   ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
   Enter SERVILIUS

SERVILIUS

   See, by good hap, yonder's my lord;
   I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,--
   To LUCIUS

LUCILIUS

   Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:
   commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very
   exquisite friend.

SERVILIUS

   May it please your honour, my lord hath sent--

LUCILIUS

   Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to
   that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank
   him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?

SERVILIUS

   Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
   requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
   with so many talents.

LUCILIUS

   I know his lordship is but merry with me;
   He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.

SERVILIUS

   But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
   If his occasion were not virtuous,
   I should not urge it half so faithfully.

LUCILIUS

   Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

SERVILIUS

   Upon my soul,'tis true, sir.

LUCILIUS

   What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself
   against such a good time, when I might ha' shown
   myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I
   should purchase the day before for a little part,
   and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now,
   before the gods, I am not able to do,--the more
   beast, I say:--I was sending to use Lord Timon
   myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would
   not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now.
   Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I
   hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me,
   because I have no power to be kind: and tell him
   this from me, I count it one of my greatest
   afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an
   honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you
   befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?

SERVILIUS

   Yes, sir, I shall.

LUCILIUS

   I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
   Exit SERVILIUS
   True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
   And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
   Exit

First Stranger

   Do you observe this, Hostilius?

Second Stranger

   Ay, too well.

First Stranger

   Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the
   same piece
   Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
   His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in
   My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
   And kept his credit with his purse,
   Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
   Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks,
   But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
   And yet--O, see the monstrousness of man
   When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!--
   He does deny him, in respect of his,
   What charitable men afford to beggars.

Third Stranger

   Religion groans at it.

First Stranger

   For mine own part,
   I never tasted Timon in my life,
   Nor came any of his bounties over me,
   To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,
   For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue
   And honourable carriage,
   Had his necessity made use of me,
   I would have put my wealth into donation,
   And the best half should have return'd to him,
   So much I love his heart: but, I perceive,
   Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
   For policy sits above conscience.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. A room in Sempronius' house.

   Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's 

SEMPRONIUS

   Must he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove
   all others?
   He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
   And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
   Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
   Owe their estates unto him.

Servant

   My lord,
   They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
   They have au denied him.

SEMPRONIUS

   How! have they denied him?
   Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
   And does he send to me? Three? hum!
   It shows but little love or judgment in him:
   Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like
   physicians,
   Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?
   Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,
   That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
   But his occasion might have woo'd me first;
   For, in my conscience, I was the first man
   That e'er received gift from him:
   And does he think so backwardly of me now,
   That I'll requite its last? No:
   So it may prove an argument of laughter
   To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.
   I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
   Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
   I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
   And with their faint reply this answer join;
   Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
   Exit

Servant

   Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
   devil knew not what he did when he made man
   politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot
   think but, in the end, the villainies of man will
   set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to
   appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked,
   like those that under hot ardent zeal would set
   whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his
   politic love.
   This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
   Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
   Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
   Many a bounteous year must be employ'd
   Now to guard sure their master.
   And this is all a liberal course allows;
   Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
   Exit

SCENE IV. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

   Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out 
   Varro's

First Servant

   Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

TITUS

   The like to you kind Varro.

HORTENSIUS

   Lucius!
   What, do we meet together?
   Lucilius' Servant Ay, and I think
   One business does command us all; for mine Is money.

TITUS

   So is theirs and ours.
   Enter PHILOTUS
   Lucilius' Servant And Sir Philotus too!

PHILOTUS

   Good day at once.
   Lucilius' Servant Welcome, good brother.
   What do you think the hour?

PHILOTUS

   Labouring for nine.
   Lucilius' Servant So much?

PHILOTUS

   Is not my lord seen yet?
   Lucilius' Servant Not yet.

PHILOTUS

   I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
   Lucilius' Servant Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him:
   You must consider that a prodigal course
   Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
   I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
   That is one may reach deep enough, and yet
   Find little.

PHILOTUS

   I am of your fear for that.

TITUS

   I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
   Your lord sends now for money.

HORTENSIUS

   Most true, he does.

TITUS

   And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
   For which I wait for money.

HORTENSIUS

   It is against my heart.
   Lucilius' Servant Mark, how strange it shows,
   Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
   And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
   And send for money for 'em.

HORTENSIUS

   I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
   I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
   And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
   Varro's

First Servant

   Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
   Lucilius' Servant Five thousand mine.
   Varro's

First Servant

   'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
   Your master's confidence was above mine;
   Else, surely, his had equall'd.
   Enter FLAMINIUS.

TITUS

   One of Lord Timon's men.
   Lucilius' Servant Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to
   come forth?

FLAMINIUS

   No, indeed, he is not.

TITUS

   We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

FLAMINIUS

   I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.
   Exit
   Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled
   Lucilius' Servant Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
   He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.

TITUS

   Do you hear, sir?
   Varro's

Second Servant

   By your leave, sir,--

FLAVIUS

   What do ye ask of me, my friend?

TITUS

   We wait for certain money here, sir.

FLAVIUS

   Ay,
   If money were as certain as your waiting,
   'Twere sure enough.
   Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
   When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
   Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts
   And take down the interest into their
   gluttonous maws.
   You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
   Let me pass quietly:
   Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
   I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
   Lucilius' Servant Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS

   If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you;
   For you serve knaves.
   Exit
   Varro's

First Servant

   How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
   Varro's

Second Servant

   No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge
   enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no
   house to put his head in? such may rail against
   great buildings.
   Enter SERVILIUS

TITUS

   O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.

SERVILIUS

   If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some
   other hour, I should derive much from't; for,
   take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to
   discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him;
   he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
   Lucilius' Servant: Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
   And, if it be so far beyond his health,
   Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
   And make a clear way to the gods.

SERVILIUS

   Good gods!

TITUS

   We cannot take this for answer, sir.

FLAMINIUS

   [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
   Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following

TIMON

   What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
   Have I been ever free, and must my house
   Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
   The place which I have feasted, does it now,
   Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
   Lucilius' Servant Put in now, Titus.

TITUS

   My lord, here is my bill.
   Lucilius' Servant Here's mine.

HORTENSIUS

   And mine, my lord.
   Both
   Varro's Servants And ours, my lord.

PHILOTUS

   All our bills.

TIMON

   Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
   Lucilius' Servant Alas, my lord,-

TIMON

   Cut my heart in sums.

TITUS

   Mine, fifty talents.

TIMON

   Tell out my blood.
   Lucilius' Servant Five thousand crowns, my lord.

TIMON

   Five thousand drops pays that.
   What yours?--and yours?
   Varro's

First Servant

   My lord,--
   Varro's

Second Servant

   My lord,--

TIMON

   Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
   Exit

HORTENSIUS

   'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps
   at their money: these debts may well be called
   desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
   Exeunt
   Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS

TIMON

   They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
   Creditors? devils!

FLAVIUS

   My dear lord,--

TIMON

   What if it should be so?

FLAVIUS

   My lord,--

TIMON

   I'll have it so. My steward!

FLAVIUS

   Here, my lord.

TIMON

   So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
   Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
   All, sirrah, all:
   I'll once more feast the rascals.

FLAVIUS

   O my lord,
   You only speak from your distracted soul;
   There is not so much left, to furnish out
   A moderate table.

TIMON

   Be't not in thy care; go,
   I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
   Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
   Exeunt

SCENE V. The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting. First Senator

   My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's
   Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die:
   Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Second Senator

   Most true; the law shall bruise him.
   Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants

ALCIBIADES

   Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!

First Senator

   Now, captain?

ALCIBIADES

   I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
   For pity is the virtue of the law,
   And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
   It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
   Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
   Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
   To those that, without heed, do plunge into 't.
   He is a man, setting his fate aside,
   Of comely virtues:
   Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice--
   An honour in him which buys out his fault--
   But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
   Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
   He did oppose his foe:
   And with such sober and unnoted passion
   He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
   As if he had but proved an argument.

First Senator

   You undergo too strict a paradox,
   Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
   Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd
   To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling
   Upon the head of valour; which indeed
   Is valour misbegot and came into the world
   When sects and factions were newly born:
   He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
   The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
   His outsides, to wear them like his raiment,
   carelessly,
   And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
   To bring it into danger.
   If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
   What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

ALCIBIADES

   My lord,--

First Senator

   You cannot make gross sins look clear:
   To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

ALCIBIADES

   My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
   If I speak like a captain.
   Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
   And not endure all threats? sleep upon't,
   And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
   Without repugnancy? If there be
   Such valour in the bearing, what make we
   Abroad? why then, women are more valiant
   That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
   And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
   Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
   If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
   As you are great, be pitifully good:
   Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
   To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
   But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
   To be in anger is impiety;
   But who is man that is not angry?
   Weigh but the crime with this.

Second Senator

   You breathe in vain.

ALCIBIADES

   In vain! his service done
   At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
   Were a sufficient briber for his life.

First Senator

   What's that?

ALCIBIADES

   I say, my lords, he has done fair service,
   And slain in fight many of your enemies:
   How full of valour did he bear himself
   In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

Second Senator

   He has made too much plenty with 'em;
   He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often
   Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
   If there were no foes, that were enough
   To overcome him: in that beastly fury
   He has been known to commit outrages,
   And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us,
   His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

First Senator

   He dies.

ALCIBIADES

   Hard fate! he might have died in war.
   My lords, if not for any parts in him--
   Though his right arm might purchase his own time
   And be in debt to none--yet, more to move you,
   Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both:
   And, for I know your reverend ages love
   Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
   My honours to you, upon his good returns.
   If by this crime he owes the law his life,
   Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore
   For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

First Senator

   We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,
   On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,
   He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

ALCIBIADES

   Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
   I do beseech you, know me.

Second Senator

   How!

ALCIBIADES

   Call me to your remembrances.

Third Senator

   What!

ALCIBIADES

   I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
   It could not else be, I should prove so base,
   To sue, and be denied such common grace:
   My wounds ache at you.

First Senator

   Do you dare our anger?
   'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
   We banish thee for ever.

ALCIBIADES

   Banish me!
   Banish your dotage; banish usury,
   That makes the senate ugly.

First Senator

   If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
   Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
   our spirit,
   He shall be executed presently.
   Exeunt Senators

ALCIBIADES

   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 money and let out
   Their coin upon large interest, I myself
   Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
   Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
   Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!
   It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;
   It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
   That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
   My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
   'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
   Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
   Exit

SCENE VI. The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

   Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors 

First Lord

   The good time of day to you, sir.

Second Lord

   I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
   did but try us this other day.

First Lord

   Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
   encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as
   he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.

Second Lord

   It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

First Lord

   I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest
   inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me
   to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and
   I must needs appear.

Second Lord

   In like manner was I in debt to my importunate
   business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am
   sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my
   provision was out.

First Lord

   I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all
   things go.

Second Lord

   Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of
   you?

First Lord

   A thousand pieces.

Second Lord

   A thousand pieces!

First Lord

   What of you?

Second Lord

   He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.
   Enter TIMON and Attendants

TIMON

   With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?

First Lord

   Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.

Second Lord

   The swallow follows not summer more willing than we
   your lordship.

TIMON

   [Aside] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such
   summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not
   recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the
   music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o' the
   trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently.

First Lord

   I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
   that I returned you an empty messenger.

TIMON

   O, sir, let it not trouble you.

Second Lord

   My noble lord,--

TIMON

   Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

Second Lord

   My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame,
   that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,
   I was so unfortunate a beggar.

TIMON

   Think not on 't, sir.

Second Lord

   If you had sent but two hours before,--

TIMON

   Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
   The banquet brought in
   Come, bring in all together.

Second Lord

   All covered dishes!

First Lord

   Royal cheer, I warrant you.

Third Lord

   Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield
   it.

First Lord

   How do you? What's the news?

Third Lord

   Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?

First Lord Second Lord

   Alcibiades banished!

Third Lord

   'Tis so, be sure of it.

First Lord

   How! how!

Second Lord

   I pray you, upon what?

TIMON

   My worthy friends, will you draw near?

Third Lord

   I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.

Second Lord

   This is the old man still.

Third Lord

   Will 't hold? will 't hold?

Second Lord

   It does: but time will--and so--

Third Lord

   I do conceive.

TIMON

   Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to
   the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all
   places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let
   the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place:
   sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
   You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with
   thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves
   praised: but reserve still to give, lest your
   deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that
   one need not lend to another; for, were your
   godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the
   gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man
   that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without
   a score of villains: if there sit 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
   amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for
   destruction. For these my present friends, as they
   are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to
   nothing are they welcome.
   Uncover, dogs, and lap.
   The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water

Some Speak

   What does his lordship mean?

Some Others

   I know not.

TIMON

   May you a better feast never behold,
   You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water
   Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
   Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
   Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
   Your reeking villany.
   Throwing the water in their faces
   Live loathed and long,
   Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
   Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
   You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
   Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
   Of man and beast the infinite malady
   Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
   Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;--
   Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
   Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out
   What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
   Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
   Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
   Of Timon man and all humanity!
   Exit
   Re-enter the Lords, Senators, & c

First Lord

   How now, my lords!

Second Lord

   Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

Third Lord

   Push! did you see my cap?

Fourth Lord

   I have lost my gown.

First Lord

   He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.
   He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has
   beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?

Third Lord

   Did you see my cap?

Second Lord

   Here 'tis.

Fourth Lord

   Here lies my gown.

First Lord

   Let's make no stay.

Second Lord

   Lord Timon's mad.

Third Lord

   I feel 't upon my bones.

Fourth Lord

   One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
   Exeunt

ACT IV SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.

   Enter TIMON 

TIMON

   Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
   That girdlest in those 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 steads! to general filths
   Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
   Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
   Rather than render back, out with your knives,
   And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
   Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
   And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
   Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
   pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
   With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
   Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
   Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
   Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
   Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
   Decline to your confounding contraries,
   And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
   Your potent and infectious fevers heap
   On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
   Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
   As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
   Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
   That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
   And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
   Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
   Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
   at their society, as their friendship, may
   merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
   But nakedness, thou detestable town!
   Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
   Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
   The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
   The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
   The 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.
   Exit

SCENE II. Athens. A room in Timon's house.

   Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants 

First Servant

   Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
   Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?

FLAVIUS

   Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
   Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
   I am as poor as you.

First Servant

   Such a house broke!
   So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
   One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
   And go along with him!

Second Servant

   As we do turn our backs
   From our companion thrown into his grave,
   So his familiars to his buried fortunes
   Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
   Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
   A dedicated beggar to the air,
   With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
   Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
   Enter other Servants

FLAVIUS

   All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

Third Servant

   Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery;
   That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,
   Serving alike in sorrow: leak'd is our bark,
   And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
   Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
   Into this sea of air.

FLAVIUS

   Good fellows all,
   The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
   Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,
   Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say,
   As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
   'We have seen better days.' Let each take some;
   Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
   Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
   Servants embrace, and part several ways
   O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
   Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
   Since riches point to misery and contempt?
   Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live
   But in a dream of friendship?
   To have his pomp and all what state compounds
   But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
   Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart,
   Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,
   When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!
   Who, then, dares to be half so kind again?
   For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
   My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,
   Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
   Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord!
   He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
   Of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to
   Supply his life, or that which can command it.
   I'll follow and inquire him out:
   I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;
   Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
   Exit

SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore.

   Enter TIMON, from the cave 
   O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
   Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
   Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
   Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
   Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes;
   The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,
   To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
   But by contempt of nature.
   Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;
   The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
   The beggar native honour.
   It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,
   The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
   In purity of manhood stand upright,
   And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be,
   So are they all; for every grise of fortune
   Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
   Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
   There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
   But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
   All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
   His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
   Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
   Digging
   Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
   With thy most operant poison! What is here?
   Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,
   I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens!
   Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,
   Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
   Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this
   Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
   Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
   This yellow slave
   Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed,
   Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves
   And give them title, knee and approbation
   With senators on the bench: this is it
   That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
   She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
   Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
   To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
   Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
   Among the route of nations, I will make thee
   Do thy right nature.
   March afar off
   Ha! a drum ? Thou'rt quick,
   But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief,
   When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
   Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
   Keeping some gold
   Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA

ALCIBIADES

   What art thou there? speak.

TIMON

   A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
   For showing me again the eyes of man!

ALCIBIADES

   What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
   That art thyself a man?

TIMON

   I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
   For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
   That I might love thee something.

ALCIBIADES

   I know thee well;
   But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

TIMON

   I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
   I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
   With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
   Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
   Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
   Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
   For all her cherubim look.

PHRYNIA

   Thy lips rot off!

TIMON

   I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
   To thine own lips again.

ALCIBIADES

   How came the noble Timon to this change?

TIMON

   As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
   But then renew I could not, like the moon;
   There were no suns to borrow of.

ALCIBIADES

   Noble Timon,
   What friendship may I do thee?

TIMON

   None, but to
   Maintain my opinion.

ALCIBIADES

   What is it, Timon?

TIMON

   Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
   wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art
   a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for
   thou art a man!

ALCIBIADES

   I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

TIMON

   Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.

ALCIBIADES

   I see them now; then was a blessed time.

TIMON

   As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

TIMANDRA

   Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world
   Voiced so regardfully?

TIMON

   Art thou Timandra?

TIMANDRA

   Yes.

TIMON

   Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;
   Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
   Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves
   For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth
   To the tub-fast and the diet.

TIMANDRA

   Hang thee, monster!

ALCIBIADES

   Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits
   Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
   I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
   The want whereof doth daily make revolt
   In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved,
   How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
   Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
   But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--

TIMON

   I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

ALCIBIADES

   I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

TIMON

   How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
   I had rather be alone.

ALCIBIADES

   Why, fare thee well:
   Here is some gold for thee.

TIMON

   Keep it, I cannot eat it.

ALCIBIADES

   When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--

TIMON

   Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?

ALCIBIADES

   Ay, Timon, and have cause.

TIMON

   The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
   And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!

ALCIBIADES

   Why me, Timon?

TIMON

   That, by killing of villains,
   Thou wast born to conquer my country.
   Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on;
   Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
   Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison
   In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
   Pity not honour'd age for his white beard;
   He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron;
   It is her habit only that is honest,
   Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek
   Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
   That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
   Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
   But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe,
   Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
   Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
   Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
   And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
   Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes;
   Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
   Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
   Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay soldiers:
   Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
   Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

ALCIBIADES

   Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
   givest me,
   Not all thy counsel.

TIMON

   Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
   upon thee!

PHRYNIA TIMANDRA

   Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?

TIMON

   Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
   And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
   Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
   Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear
   Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
   The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths,
   I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still;
   And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
   Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
   Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
   And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,
   Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs
   With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,
   No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;
   Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
   A pox of wrinkles!

PHRYNIA TIMANDRA

   Well, more gold: what then?
   Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

TIMON

   Consumptions sow
   In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
   And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
   That he may never more false title plead,
   Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen,
   That scolds against the quality of flesh,
   And not believes himself: down with the nose,
   Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
   Of him that, his particular to foresee,
   Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
   ruffians bald;
   And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
   Derive some pain from you: plague all;
   That your activity may defeat and quell
   The source of all erection. There's more gold:
   Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
   And ditches grave you all!

PHRYNIA TIMANDRA

   More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

TIMON

   More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.

ALCIBIADES

   Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
   If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.

TIMON

   If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.

ALCIBIADES

   I never did thee harm.

TIMON

   Yes, thou spokest well of me.

ALCIBIADES

   Call'st thou that harm?

TIMON

   Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
   Thy beagles with thee.

ALCIBIADES

   We but offend him. Strike!
   Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA

TIMON

   That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
   Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
   Digging
   Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
   Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
   Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
   Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
   The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm,
   With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven
   Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
   Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
   From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
   Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
   Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
   Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
   Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
   Hath to the marbled mansion all above
   Never presented!--O, a root,--dear thanks!--
   Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
   Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
   And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
   That from it all consideration slips!
   Enter APEMANTUS
   More man? plague, plague!

APEMANTUS

   I was directed hither: men report
   Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

TIMON

   'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
   Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!

APEMANTUS

   This is in thee a nature but infected;
   A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
   From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place?
   This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
   Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
   Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot
   That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
   By putting on the cunning of a carper.
   Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
   By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
   And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
   Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
   And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
   Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome
   To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just
   That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
   Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness.

TIMON

   Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.

APEMANTUS

   Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
   A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st
   That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
   Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees,
   That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
   And skip where thou point'st out? will the
   cold brook,
   Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
   To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures
   Whose naked natures live in an the spite
   Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
   To the conflicting elements exposed,
   Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
   O, thou shalt find--

TIMON

   A fool of thee: depart.

APEMANTUS

   I love thee better now than e'er I did.

TIMON

   I hate thee worse.

APEMANTUS

   Why?

TIMON

   Thou flatter'st misery.

APEMANTUS

   I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.

TIMON

   Why dost thou seek me out?

APEMANTUS

   To vex thee.

TIMON

   Always a villain's office or a fool's.
   Dost please thyself in't?

APEMANTUS

   Ay.

TIMON

   What! a knave too?

APEMANTUS

   If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
   To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
   Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,
   Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
   Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before:
   The one is filling still, never complete;
   The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,
   Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
   Worse than the worst, content.
   Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.

TIMON

   Not by his breath that is more miserable.
   Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
   With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
   Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
   The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
   To such as may the passive drugs of it
   Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
   In general riot; melted down thy youth
   In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
   The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
   The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
   Who had the world as my confectionary,
   The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
   At duty, more than I could frame employment,
   That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
   Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
   Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
   For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
   That never knew but better, is some burden:
   Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
   Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men?
   They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
   If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
   Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
   To some she beggar and compounded thee
   Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
   If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
   Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

APEMANTUS

   Art thou proud yet?

TIMON

   Ay, that I am not thee.

APEMANTUS

   I, that I was
   No prodigal.

TIMON

   I, that I am one now:
   Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
   I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
   That the whole life of Athens were in this!
   Thus would I eat it.
   Eating a root

APEMANTUS

   Here; I will mend thy feast.
   Offering him a root

TIMON

   First mend my company, take away thyself.

APEMANTUS

   So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.

TIMON

   'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
   if not, I would it were.

APEMANTUS

   What wouldst thou have to Athens?

TIMON

   Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
   Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

APEMANTUS

   Here is no use for gold.

TIMON

   The best and truest;
   For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

APEMANTUS

   Where liest o' nights, Timon?

TIMON

   Under that's above me.
   Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

   Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
   it.

TIMON

   Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

APEMANTUS

   Where wouldst thou send it?

TIMON

   To sauce thy dishes.

APEMANTUS

   The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
   extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt
   and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much
   curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art
   despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for
   thee, eat it.

TIMON

   On what I hate I feed not.

APEMANTUS

   Dost hate a medlar?

TIMON

   Ay, though it look like thee.

APEMANTUS

   An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
   have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
   ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?

TIMON

   Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
   ever know beloved?

APEMANTUS

   Myself.

TIMON

   I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
   dog.

APEMANTUS

   What things in the world canst thou nearest compare
   to thy flatterers?

TIMON

   Women nearest; but men, men are the things
   themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
   Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

APEMANTUS

   Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

TIMON

   Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
   men, and remain a beast with the beasts?

APEMANTUS

   Ay, Timon.

TIMON

   A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'
   attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would
   beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would
   eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would
   suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by
   the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would
   torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a
   breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy
   greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst
   hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the
   unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and
   make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert
   thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse:
   wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the
   leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to
   the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
   thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy
   defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that
   were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art
   thou already, that seest not thy loss in
   transformation!

APEMANTUS

   If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou
   mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of
   Athens is become a forest of beasts.

TIMON

   How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?

APEMANTUS

   Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of
   company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it
   and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll
   see thee again.

TIMON

   When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
   welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.

APEMANTUS

   Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

TIMON

   Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

APEMANTUS

   A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.

TIMON

   All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

APEMANTUS

   There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.

TIMON

   If I name thee.
   I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

APEMANTUS

   I would my tongue could rot them off!

TIMON

   Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
   Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
   I swound to see thee.

APEMANTUS

   Would thou wouldst burst!

TIMON

   Away,
   Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
   A stone by thee.
   Throws a stone at him

APEMANTUS

   Beast!

TIMON

   Slave!

APEMANTUS

   Toad!

TIMON

   Rogue, rogue, rogue!
   I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
   But even the mere necessities upon 't.
   Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
   Lie where the light foam the sea may beat
   Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,
   That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
   To the gold
   O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
   'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
   Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
   Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
   Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
   That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
   That solder'st close impossibilities,
   And makest them kiss! that speak'st with
   every tongue,
   To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!
   Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
   Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
   May have the world in empire!

APEMANTUS

   Would 'twere so!
   But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:
   Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

TIMON

   Throng'd to!

APEMANTUS

   Ay.

TIMON

   Thy back, I prithee.

APEMANTUS

   Live, and love thy misery.

TIMON

   Long live so, and so die.
   Exit APEMANTUS
   I am quit.
   Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
   Enter Banditti

First Bandit

   Where should he have this gold? It is some poor
   fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the
   mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his
   friends, drove him into this melancholy.

Second Bandit

   It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

Third Bandit

   Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not
   for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
   reserve it, how shall's get it?

Second Bandit

   True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.

First Bandit

   Is not this he?

Banditti

   Where?

Second Bandit

   'Tis his description.

Third Bandit

   He; I know him.

Banditti

   Save thee, Timon.

TIMON

   Now, thieves?

Banditti

   Soldiers, not thieves.

TIMON

   Both too; and women's sons.

Banditti

   We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

TIMON

   Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
   Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
   Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
   The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips;
   The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
   Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?

First Bandit

   We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
   As beasts and birds and fishes.

TIMON

   Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
   You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
   That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not
   In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
   In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
   Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,
   Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
   And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
   His antidotes are poison, and he slays
   Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
   Do villany, do, since you protest to do't,
   Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery.
   The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
   Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
   And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
   The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
   The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
   That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
   From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
   The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
   Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away,
   Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats:
   All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
   Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
   But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this
   I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.

Third Bandit

   Has almost charmed me from my profession, by
   persuading me to it.

First Bandit

   'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises
   us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.

Second Bandit

   I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.

First Bandit

   Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time
   so miserable but a man may be true.
   Exeunt Banditti
   Enter FLAVIUS

FLAVIUS

   O you gods!
   Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
   Full of decay and failing? O monument
   And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
   What an alteration of honour
   Has desperate want made!
   What viler thing upon the earth than friends
   Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
   How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
   When man was wish'd to love his enemies!
   Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
   Those that would mischief me than those that do!
   Has caught me in his eye: I will present
   My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,
   Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

TIMON

   Away! what art thou?

FLAVIUS

   Have you forgot me, sir?

TIMON

   Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
   Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.

FLAVIUS

   An honest poor servant of yours.

TIMON

   Then I know thee not:
   I never had honest man about me, I; all
   I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

FLAVIUS

   The gods are witness,
   Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
   For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

TIMON

   What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
   love thee,
   Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
   Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give
   But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping:
   Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!

FLAVIUS

   I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
   To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts
   To entertain me as your steward still.

TIMON

   Had I a steward
   So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
   It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
   Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
   Was born of woman.
   Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
   You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
   One honest man--mistake me not--but one;
   No more, I pray,--and he's a steward.
   How fain would I have hated all mankind!
   And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee,
   I fell with curses.
   Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
   For, by oppressing and betraying me,
   Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
   For many so arrive at second masters,
   Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true--
   For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure--
   Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
   If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
   Expecting in return twenty for one?

FLAVIUS

   No, my most worthy master; in whose breast
   Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:
   You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:
   Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
   That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
   Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
   Care of your food and living; and, believe it,
   My most honour'd lord,
   For any benefit that points to me,
   Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
   For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
   To requite me, by making rich yourself.

TIMON

   Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
   Here, take: the gods out of my misery
   Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;
   But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;
   Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
   But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,
   Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs
   What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
   Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like
   blasted woods,
   And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
   And so farewell and thrive.

FLAVIUS

   O, let me stay,
   And comfort you, my master.

TIMON

   If thou hatest curses,
   Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
   Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
   Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave

ACT V SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon's cave.

   Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON watching them from his cave 

Painter

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

Poet

   What's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold
   for true, that he's so full of gold?

Painter

   Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and
   Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor
   straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said
   he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.

Poet

   Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.

Painter

   Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens
   again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore
   'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this
   supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in
   us; and is very likely to load our purposes with
   what they travail for, if it be a just true report
   that goes of his having.

Poet

   What have you now to present unto him?

Painter

   Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will
   promise him an excellent piece.

Poet

   I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent
   that's coming toward him.

Painter

   Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the
   time: it opens the eyes of expectation:
   performance is ever the duller for his act; and,
   but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the
   deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is
   most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind
   of will or testament which argues a great sickness
   in his judgment that makes it.
   TIMON comes from his cave, behind

TIMON

   [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.

TIMON

   [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 we may profit meet, and come too late.

Painter

   True;
   When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
   Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.

TIMON

   [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!
   'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,
   Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
   To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
   Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey!
   Fit I meet them.
   Coming forward

Poet

   Hail, worthy Timon!

Painter

   Our late noble master!

TIMON

   Have I once lived to see two honest men?

Poet

   Sir,
   Having often of your open bounty tasted,
   Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
   Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!--
   Not all the whips of heaven are large enough:
   What! to you,
   Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
   To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover
   The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
   With any size of words.

TIMON

   Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
   You that are honest, by being what you are,
   Make them best seen and known.

Painter

   He and myself
   Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
   And sweetly felt it.

TIMON

   Ay, you are honest men.

Painter

   We are hither come to offer you our service.

TIMON

   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.

TIMON

   Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
   I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.

Painter

   So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
   Came not my friend nor I.

TIMON

   Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
   Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best;
   Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

Painter

   So, so, my lord.

TIMON

   E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
   Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
   That thou art even natural in thine art.
   But, for all this, my honest-natured friends,
   I must needs say you have a little fault:
   Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
   You take much pains to mend.

Both

   Beseech your honour
   To make it known to us.

TIMON

   You'll take it ill.

Both

   Most thankfully, my lord.

TIMON

   Will you, indeed?

Both

   Doubt it not, worthy lord.

TIMON

   There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
   That mightily deceives you.

Both

   Do we, my lord?

TIMON

   Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
   Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
   Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured
   That he's a made-up villain.

Painter

   I know none such, my lord.

Poet

   Nor I.

TIMON

   Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
   Rid me these villains from your companies:
   Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
   Confound them by some course, and come to me,
   I'll give you gold enough.

Both

   Name them, my lord, let's know them.

TIMON

   You that way and you this, but two in company;
   Each man apart, all single and alone,
   Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
   If where thou art two villains shall not be,
   Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside
   But where one villain is, then him abandon.
   Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
   To Painter
   You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
   To Poet
   You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
   Out, rascal dogs!
   Beats them out, and then retires to his cave
   Enter FLAVIUS and two Senators

FLAVIUS

   It is in vain that you would speak with Timon;
   For he is set so only to himself
   That nothing but himself which looks like man
   Is friendly with him.

First Senator

   Bring us to his cave:
   It is our part and promise to the Athenians
   To speak with Timon.

Second Senator

   At all times alike
   Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs
   That framed 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.

FLAVIUS

   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.
   TIMON comes from his cave

TIMON

   Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
   be hang'd:
   For each true word, a blister! and each false
   Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
   Consuming it with speaking!

First Senator

   Worthy Timon,--

TIMON

   Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.

First Senator

   The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

TIMON

   I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
   Could I but catch it for them.

First Senator

   O, forget
   What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
   The senators with one consent of love
   Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
   On special dignities, which vacant lie
   For thy best use and wearing.

Second Senator

   They confess
   Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
   Which now the public body, which doth seldom
   Play the recanter, feeling in itself
   A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
   Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;
   And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,
   Together with a recompense more fruitful
   Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
   Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth
   As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs
   And write in thee the figures of their love,
   Ever to read them thine.

TIMON

   You witch me in it;
   Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
   Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes,
   And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.

First Senator

   Therefore, so please thee to return with us
   And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
   The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
   Allow'd with absolute power and thy good name
   Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back
   Of Alcibiades the approaches wild,
   Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
   His country's peace.

Second Senator

   And shakes his threatening sword
   Against the walls of Athens.

First Senator

   Therefore, Timon,--

TIMON

   Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
   If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
   Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
   That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,
   And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
   Giving our holy virgins to the stain
   Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war,
   Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
   In pity of our aged and our youth,
   I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
   And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
   While you have throats to answer: for myself,
   There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
   But I do prize it at my love before
   The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
   To the protection of the prosperous gods,
   As thieves to keepers.

FLAVIUS

   Stay not, all's in vain.

TIMON

   Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
   it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
   Of health and living now begins to mend,
   And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
   Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
   And last so long enough!

First Senator

   We speak in vain.

TIMON

   But yet I love my country, and am not
   One that rejoices in the common wreck,
   As common bruit doth put it.

First Senator

   That's well spoke.

TIMON

   Commend me to my loving countrymen,--

First Senator

   These words become your lips as they pass
   thorough them.

Second Senator

   And enter in our ears like great triumphers
   In their applauding gates.

TIMON

   Commend me to them,
   And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
   Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
   Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
   That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
   In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
   I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.

First Senator

   I like this well; he will return again.

TIMON

   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.

FLAVIUS

   Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.

TIMON

   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.
   Retires to his cave

First Senator

   His discontents are unremoveably
   Coupled to nature.

Second Senator

   Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
   And strain what other means is left unto us
   In our dear peril.

First Senator

   It requires swift foot.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. Before the walls of Athens.

   Enter two Senators and a Messenger 

First Senator

   Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
   As full as thy report?

Messenger

   have spoke the least:
   Besides, his expedition promises
   Present approach.

Second Senator

   We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.

Messenger

   I met a courier, one mine ancient friend;
   Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
   Yet our old love made a particular force,
   And made us speak like friends: this man was riding
   From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
   With letters of entreaty, which imported
   His fellowship i' the cause against your city,
   In part for his sake moved.

First Senator

   Here come our brothers.
   Enter the Senators from TIMON

Third Senator

   No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
   The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
   Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare:
   Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. The woods. Timon's cave, and a rude tomb seen.

   Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON 

Soldier

   By all description this should be the place.
   Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this?
   Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span:
   Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man.
   Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb
   I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax:
   Our captain hath in every figure skill,
   An aged interpreter, though young in days:
   Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
   Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
   Exit

SCENE IV. Before the walls of Athens.

   Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his powers 

ALCIBIADES

   Sound to this coward and lascivious town
   Our terrible approach.
   A parley sounded
   Enter Senators on the walls
   Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time
   With all licentious measure, making your wills
   The scope of justice; till now myself and such
   As slept within the shadow of your power
   Hav e wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed
   Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush,
   When crouching marrow in the bearer strong
   Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong
   Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
   And pursy insolence shall break his wind
   With fear and horrid flight.

First Senator

   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.

Second Senator

   So did we woo
   Transformed Timon to our city's love
   By humble message and by promised means:
   We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
   The common stroke of war.

First Senator

   These walls of ours
   Were not erected by their hands from whom
   You have received your griefs; nor are they such
   That these great towers, trophies and schools
   should fall
   For private faults in them.

Second Senator

   Nor are they living
   Who were the motives that you first went out;
   Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess
   Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
   Into our city with thy banners spread:
   By decimation, and a tithed death--
   If thy revenges hunger for that food
   Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth,
   And by the hazard of the spotted die
   Let die the spotted.

First Senator

   All have not offended;
   For those that were, it is not square to take
   On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
   Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
   Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
   Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin
   Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
   With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
   Approach the fold and cull the infected forth,
   But kill not all together.

Second Senator

   What thou wilt,
   Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
   Than hew to't with thy sword.

First Senator

   Set but thy foot
   Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope;
   So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
   To say thou'lt enter friendly.

Second Senator

   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.

ALCIBIADES

   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.

ALCIBIADES

   Descend, and keep your words.
   The Senators descend, and open the gates
   Enter Soldier

Soldier

   My noble general, Timon is dead;
   Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea;
   And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
   With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
   Interprets for my poor ignorance.

ALCIBIADES

   [Reads the epitaph] 'Here lies a
   wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
   Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
   caitiffs left!
   Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
   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
   Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
   On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
   Is noble Timon: of whose memory
   Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
   And I will use the olive with my sword,
   Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each
   Prescribe to other as each other's leech.
   Let our drums strike.
   Exeunt

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