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O gods,-the senators of Athens, together with And yet confusion live l-Plagues, incident to
As lamely as their manners! lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our yorith; ( The dishes uncovered are full of That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
warm water. And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains, Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Some other. I know not.
Be general leprosy ! breath infect breath ;
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Throwing unter in their faces. The gods confound chear me, you good gods all,)
Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants. Soft, take thy physick first-thou too, -and 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our thou
master? (Throws the dishes at them, and drives Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining?
them out. Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
Such a house broke!
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him !
As we do turn our backs 1 Lord. How now, my lords?
From our companion, thrown into his grave; 2 Lord. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's So his familiars to his buried fortunes fury ?
Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him, 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap ?
Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self, 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.
A dedicated beggar to the air, 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but with his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our felother day, and now he has beat it out of my lows. hat :-Did you see my jewel ? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap ?
Enter other Servants. 2 Lord. Here'tis.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd horse. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown.
3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, i Lord. Let's make no stay.
That see l by our faces; we are fellows still, 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad.
Serving a like in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark ; 3 Lord.
I feel 't upon my bones. And we, poor mates, stand on the dying dock, 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next Hearing the surges threat: we must all part day stones.
[Exeunt. Into this sea of air.
Good fellows all,
The latest of my wealth, I'll share amongst you. ACT IV.
Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,
Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and SCENE I. Without the Walls of Athens.
say, Enter Timon.
As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
We have seen better days. Let's each take some Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
(Giving them money. That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : And fence not Athens ! Matrons turn incontinent; Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. Obedience fail in children ! slaves and fools,
Ereuni Servants Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ? And minister in their steads! to general filths Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Convert o' the instant, green virginity!
Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Do't in your parents' eyes; bankrupts, hold fast; Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live Rather than render back, out with your knives, But in a dream of friendship? And cut your trusters' throats I bound servants, To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, steal!
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ? Large handed robbers your grave masters are, Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; And pill by law: maid, to thy master's bed; Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, Thy mistress is o' the brothel! son of sixteen, When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire, Who then dares to be half so kind again? With it beat out his brains ! piety, and fear, For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, My dearest lord, -bless'd, to be most accurs'd, Domestick awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Rich, only to be wretched ;-thy great fortunes Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ? Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, He's flung in rage froin this ungrateful seat Decline to your confounding contraries, Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to
Supply his life, or that which can command it. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I I'll follow, and inquire him out:
know thee, I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; I not desire to know. Follow thy drum ; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Erit. With man's blood paint the gronnd, gules, gules:
Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel;
Then what should war bei This fell whore of
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Tim. O blessed bleeding sun,draw from the earth For all her cherubin look. Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb
Thy lips rot off! Infect the air ! I'winn'd brothers of one womb, Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns Whose procreation, residence, and birth, To thine own lips again. Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for-Alcib. How came the noble Timon to taus tunes ;
change? The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature, Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great for. But then renew I could not, like the moon; tune,
There were no suns to borrow of. But by contempt of nature :
Noble Timon, Raise ine this beggar, and deny't that lord; What friendship may I do thee 3 The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
None, but to The beggar native honour.
Maintain my opinion. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,
What is it, Timon ? The want that makes him lean. Who dares, Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform who dares,
none: If In purity of manhood stand upright,
Thou wilt not promise, the gods plagne thee, for And say, This man's a fiatterer? if one be,
Thou art a man ! if thou dost perform, confound So are they all ; for every grize of fortune
thee, Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate For thou'rt a man ! Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique;
Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. There's nothing level in our cursed natures, T'im. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !
Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of har. His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains :
lots. Destruction fang mankind !-Earth, yield me Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the roots!
[Digging: world Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Voic'd so regardfully? With thy most operant poison! What is here? Tim.
Art thou Timandra ? Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, Timan.
Tim. Be a whore still I they love thee not, that I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! use thee : Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. fair;
Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, For tubs, and baths ; bring down rose-checked valiant.
youth Ha, you gods! why this ? What this, you gods? To the tub-fast, and the diet. Why this
Hang thee, monster! Will lug your priests and servants from your Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra ; for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, This yellow slave
The want whereof doth daily make revolt Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; In my penurious band : I have heard, and grievid, Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, And give them title, knee, and approbation, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour With senators on the bench: this is it,
states, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,She, whom the spital house, and ulcerous sores Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
gone. To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear TiThou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
mon. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dos Do thy right nature.- [March afar off ]-Ha ! trouble? a drum ?- Thon'rt quick,
I had rather be alone. But yet I'll bury thee : Thoul't go, strong thief, Alcib.
Why, fare thee well When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand Here's some gold for thee. Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
Keep't, I cannot eat it [Keeping some gold. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens ou a
heap, Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in war.
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ? like manner; Phrynia and Timandra.
Ay, Timon, and have cause. Alcib.
What art thou there? Tim. The gods confound them all i' thy cosTim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd ? thy heart,
Timon 1 For showing me again the eyes of man!
Tim. That, Alcib. What is thy name ? Is man so hateful to By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer thee,
My country That art thyself a man!
Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, go on; T'im. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison That I might love thee something.
In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one: Alcib. But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
I know thee well ; Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron;
That trom it all consideration slipse mind,
It is her habit only that is honest,
Call'st thou that harm? Hersell's a bawd; Let not the virgin's cheek Tim. Men daily and it such. Get thee away, Make soft thy trenchant sword : for those milk. And take thy beagles with thee. paps,
We but offend him.That through the window-bars bore at men's Strike. (Drum berits. Ereunt Alcibiades, eyes,
Phrynia, and Timandra. Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindBut set them down horrible traitors : Spare not ness, the bahe,
Should yet be hungry!--Common mother, thou, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their
[Digging mercy :
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Teems and feeds all; whose seltsame mettle, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, And mince it sans remorse: Swear against ob- Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, jects;
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Pat armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; babes,
Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Let it no inore bring out ingrateful man! Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gune. Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Alcib. Hast thou gold yet ? I'll take the gold Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face thou giv'st me,
Hath to the marbled mansions all above Not all thy counsel.
Never presentert! --O, a root,-Dear thanks! Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; • upon thee!
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, Phry. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Ti- And morsels ninetuous, greases his
mnon: Hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
Enter Apemantus. And to make who.es, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, More man? Plagne ! plague ! Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable, Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Thou dost affect my inanners, and dost ise them. Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, Tim. "Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch theel oaths,
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected ; I'll trust to your conditions : Be whores still; A poor nmanly melancholy, sprung And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, From change of fortune. Why this spade ? this Be strong in whore, allare him, burn him up; place? Let your close fire predominate his smoke, This slavelike habit? and these looks of care? And be no turncoais: Yet may your pains, six Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; months,
Hug their diseasd perfumes, and have forgot Be quite contrary : And thatch your poor thin That ever 'T'imon was. Shame not these woods, roofs
By putting on the cunning of a carper. With burdens of the dead ;-some that were Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive hang'd,
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knce, No matter :-wear them, betray with them: And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, whore still;
Blow off thy cáp; praise his most vicious strain, Paint till a horse may mire upon your face : And call it excellent : Thon wast told thus ; A pox of wrinkles !
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid Phry. & T'iman. Well, more gold ;-What welcome, then ?
To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold, That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, Tim. Consumptions sow
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeIn hollow bones of man ; strike their sharp shins, ness. And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. voice,
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like That he may never more false title plcad,
thyself; Nor eound his quillets shrilly : hoarse the flamen, A madman so long, now a fool; What, think'st That seolds against the quality of flesli,
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain And not believes himself: down with the nose, Will put thy shirt on warm ? Will these moss'd Down with it fat ; take the bridge quite away
trees, Of him, that his particular to foresee,
That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold ruffans bald ;
brook, And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Candied with ice, candle thy morning taste, Derive some pain from you: Plague all; To care thy o'ernight's surfeit? call the crea That your activity may defeat and quell'
tures, The source of all erection. There's more gold:- Whose naked natures live in all the spite Do you damn others, and let this damn you, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, And ditches grave you all!
To the conflicting elements expos'd, Phry. & Timan. More counsel with more mo- Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; ney, bounteous Timon.
O! thou shalt find Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Tim.
A fool of thee: Depart. given you earnest.
Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Tim. I hate thee worse. Farewell, Timon;
Why? II thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Thou flatter'at misery. Timan. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Apem. I fatter not : but say, thou art a caitiff. Aleib. I never did thee harm.
Tim. Why dost thou seek me out? Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me
To sex theo,
Tim Always a villain's office, or a fool's. thou knowest none, but art despised for the conDost please thyself in't?
trary. There's a roedlar for thee, eat it. Арет. Ay.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Tim.
What! a knave too ? Apem. Dost hate a medlar ? Apem. If thon didst put this sour cold habit on Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that Outives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : was beloved after his means ? The one is filling still, never complete ;
Tim. Who without those means thou talk'st The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, of, didst thou ever know beloved ? Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Apem. Myself. Worse than the worst, content.
T'im. I understand thee; thou hadst some Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. means to keep a dog.
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Apem. What things in the world canst thou
the world, Apemantus, is inlay in thy power ? The sweet degrees that this brief world affords Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. To such as may the passive drugs of it
Tim. Would'st thou have thy self fall in the Freely command, thou would'st have plunged confusion of men, and remain a beast with the thy self
beasts. In general riot : melted down thy youth
Avem. Ay, Timon. In different beds of lust; and never learn'd Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd thee to attain to ! If thou wert the lion, the for The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, would beguile thee : if thou wert the lamb, the Who had the world as my confectionary ; fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion The mouths, the tongues, the eycs, and hearts of would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thoi men
wert accused by the ass : if thou wert the ass, At duty, more than I could frame employment; thy dullness would torment thee; and still thou That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare and oft thou should'st hazard thy life for tby For every storm that blows ;-1, to hear this, dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath That never knew but better, is some burden: would confound thee, and make thine own self Thy nature did commence in suflerance, time the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thoa Math made thee hard in 't. Why should'st thou would'st be killed by the horse: wert thou a hate men?
horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard: 'They never flatter'd thee: Why hast thou giv'n ? wert thou a leopard, thou wert german io the If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on Must be thy subject: who, in spite, put stuff thy life: all thy safety were remotion, and thy To some she beggar, and compounded thee defence, absence. What beast could'st thou bé Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone! that were not subject to a beast ? and what & If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in Thou hadst been a kuave, and flatterer.
transformation ? Apem.
Art thou proud yet?) Apem. If thon could'st please me with speaking Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.
to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here : The Apem.
I, that I was commonwealth of Athenis is become a forest of No prodigal.
beasts. Tim. I, that I am one now
Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thon Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, art out of the city ? I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter : That the whole life of Athens were in this! The plagne of company light upon thee! I will Thus would I eat it.
[Eating a root fear to catch it, and give way: When I know Арет. .
Here: I will mend thy feast. not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
[ Offering him something. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, Tim. First mend my company, take away thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a begi thyself.
gar's dog, than Apemantus. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive of thine.
Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to sit Tim. "Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd ;
upon. If not, I would it were.
Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ?
curse. T'im. Thee, thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are part Tell then there I have gold; look, so I have. Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou Apem. Here is no use for gold.
speak'st. The best, and truest : Tim. If I name thee.For here it sleeps, and does no hired harın. I'll beat thee,-but I should infect my hands. Apem. Where ly'st o' nights, Timon ?
Apem. I would, my tongne could rot them off! Tim.
Under that's above me. 7im. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus ? Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
Apem. Where my stomach finds meat ; or, I swoon to see thee. rather, where I eat it.
'Would thou would'st burst! Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew Tim.
Away, my mind!
Thou tedions rogue! I am sorry I shall lose Åpem. Where would'st thou send it ?.
A stone by thee (Throws a stone a: his Tim. To sauce thy dishes.
.4 pem. Beast! Apem. The middle of humanity thou never
Slave! knewest, but the extremity of both ends: When Apem.
Toad! thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they Tim mocked thee for too much curiosity ; ia thy rags
Rogue, rogue, mogae! [Apemantus retreats backward, as going
I am sick of this false world ; and will love. The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction nought
Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun :
(Looking on the gold. power
away, Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicale Rob one another. There's more gold: cut throats; wooer,
All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow Break open shops; for nothing can you steal, That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, But thieves do lose it : Steal not less, for this That solder’st close impossibilities
I give you; and gold confound you howsoever ! And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every Amen.
[Timon retires to his Cave. tongue,
3 Thief. He has alinost charmed me from my
mystery. ! Арет.
'Would 't were so ;
-2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give But not till I am dead !-I'll say, thou hast gold: over my trade. Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens: Tim.
Throng'd to? There is no time so miserable, but a man may be Арет.
[Exeunt Thieves. Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.
Live, and love thy misery!
(Erit Apemantus. Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord ?
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made !
Grant I may ever love, and rather woo 2 Thief: It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. Those that would mischief me, than those that do! 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if He has caught me in his eye: I will present he care not for 'l, he will supply us easily; If he My honest grief unto him and, as my lord, covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? Still serve him with my life. -My dearest master! 2 Thief. True; for he tears it not about him, 'tis hid.
Timon comes forward from his Cave. 1 Thief. Is not this he ?
Tim. Away ! what art thou ?
Have you forgot me, sir ? 2 Thief: 'Tis his description.
Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all inen; 3 Thief. He; I know him.
Then if thou grant'st thou’rt a man, I have forgot Thieves. Save thee, Timon.
Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.
Then Tim. Both too, and women's sons.
I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
To serve in meat to villains.
The gods are witness, of inen.
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief Why should you want ? Behold the earth hath For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. roots ;
Tim. What, dost thou weep'l-Come nearer;Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : then I love thee, The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips: Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping; i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, Strange times that weep with laughing, not with
weeping! Den As beasts, and birds, and fishes.
Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth
and fishes: You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, To entertain me as your steward still. That you are thieves profess'd; that you work noi Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft So comfortable? It almost turns In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
My dangerous nature mild. Let me behold Here's gold : Go, suck the subtle blood of the Thy face. --Surely this man was born of wo.
grape Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician; You perpenal-sober gods? I do proclaim His antidotes are poison, and he slays One honest man,--inistake me not, but one ; More than you rob: take wealth and lives to No more, I pray,-and he is a steward.gether;
How fain wonld I have hated all mankind, Do villany, do, since you profess to do't, And thou redeem'st thyself ; But all, save thee, Like workmeni. I'll example you with thicvery : I fell with curses.