men, O gods, the senators of Athens, together with And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to 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 they are welcome. Uncover, dogs, and lap. [The dishes uncovered are full of warm water. Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not. Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke warm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; [Throwing water in their faces. [Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.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, with other Lords and 1 Lord. How now, my lords? 2 Lord. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury ? 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown. 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat:-Did you see my jewel? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap? 2 Lord. Here 'tis. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown. 1 Lord. Let's make no stay. 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad. 3 Lord. I feel 't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Without the Walls of Athens. Enter Timon. Tim. 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 lin'd crutch from the old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestick awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, Your potent and infectious fevers heap [Exit. SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Timon's House. Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants. 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our master? Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining? Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us? Supply his life, or that which can command it. SCENE III. The Woods. Tim. O blessed bleeding sun,draw from the earth tunes; The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature, Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Phry. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to ins 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; who dares, Who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, roots! 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: Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; But yet I'll bury thee: Thoul't go, strong thief, [Keeping some gold. Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; Phrynia and Timandra. What art thou there? Alcib. Speak. Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, For showing me again the eyes of man! There were no suns to borrow of. What friendship may I do thee? Tim. Maintain my opinion. Alcib. Noble Timon, None, but to What is it, Timon? Tim. 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'rt a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd so regardfully? Tim. Timan. Art thou Timandra 7 Tim., Be a whore still! they love thee not, that Hang thee, monster! Alcib. 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 griev❜d, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer thee, That art thyself a man! Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Alcib. My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; It is her habit only that is honest, 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 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 thy soldiers: Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou giv'st me, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee! Phry.& Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Hast thou more ? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make who.es, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, I'll trust to your conditions: Be whores still; Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens 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: Phry. & Timan. Well, more gold;-What then 7 Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold, Tim. 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, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Alcib. Strike. We but offend him.[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry !-Common mother, thou, [Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Enter Apemantus. More man? Plague! plague! This slavelike habit ? and these looks of care? To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just, 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, Phry. & Timan. More counsel with more mo- Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. Timan. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, Tim. A fool of thee: Depart Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim. I hate thee worse. Apem. Tim. Apem. I flatter not Tim. Why dost thou Apem Why? Thou flatter'st misery. but say, thou art a caitiff. seek me out? To vex thee. A thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a raedlar for thee, eat it. Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Apem. Dost hate a medlar? Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Tim Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Dost please thyself in't? Apem. Tim. What! a knave too? Apem. If thon didst put this sour cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well but thou Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Outlives incertain 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 should'st desire to die, being miserable. The sweet degrees that this brief world affords In general riot: melted down thy youth men At duty, more than I could frame employment; 'They never flatter'd thee: Why hast thou giv'n? Art thou proud yet? Apem. No prodigal. Tim. I, that I was I, that I am one now; Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means? Tim. Who without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved? Apem. Myself. Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog. Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers? Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the things themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, Apemantus, if lay in thy power? Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Would'st thou have thy self fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts. Apem. Ay, Timon. Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thon wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dullness 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 should'st 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 would'st be kill'd by the horse: wert thon a horse, thou would'st 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 could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation? Apem. If thou could'st please me with speaking to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city? Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, 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 plague 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 Apem. 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 beg thyself. gar's dog, than Apemantus. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lackApem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were. Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens 7 Tim. Thee, thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. Apem. Here is no use for gold. Tim. The best, and truest: For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Apem. Where ly'st o' nights, Timon? Tim Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus ? Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Apem. Where would'st thou send it ?. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends: When: thou wast in thy gilt, and thy pertume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit I am sick of this false world; and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon it. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? is it some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder: The mere want of gold, and the falling from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief. 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?" 2 Thief. True; for he tears it not about him, 'tis hid. 1 Thief. Is not this he? Thieves. Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of men. Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips: The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? 1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes: You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, Do villany, do, since you profess to do 't, : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Have uncheck'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; for nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it: Steal not less, for this I give you; and gold confound you howsoever! Amen.. [Timon retires to his Cave. 3 Thief. He has alinost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it. 1 Thief 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade. 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens: There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt Thieves. Enter Flavius. Flav. O you gods! Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord 7 What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, thee. Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man Then The gods are witness, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Tim. What, dost thou weep-Come nearer; then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flav. 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. Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now So comfortable? It almost turns My dangerous nature mild. Let me behold inan. Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, |