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As Troilus is going out, enter, from the order
As: He shall not carry him ; I'll be taken too,
SCENE X. - The same.
Your Or bring him ofl'. -- Fate, hear me what I say! Enter AGAMEMNON, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, DioI reck not though I end my life to-day! (Exit.
medes, and Others, marching. Shouts within. Thou Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek! thou art a goodly Nest. Peace, drums! mark:
[Within.] Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is -- Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Agam. March patiently along! - Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent. -
(Exeunt, marching Strike no at stroke, but keep yourselves in breath ;
Tix And when I have the bloody Hector found,
SCENE XI. - Another part of the field.
Iro Empale him with your weapons round about;
Enter Aeneas ond Trojans.
li In fellest manner execute your arms.
Aene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Sex Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: Never go home; here starve we out the night.
To It is decreed – Hector the great must die! [Exeunt.
Tro. Hector is slain!
All. Hector!-- The gods forbid !
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field,,, L
BE (Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. And linger not our sure destruction on! Enter MARGARELOX.
Aene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Tro. You understand me note that tell me so : Ther. What art thou ?
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ; Mar, Albastard son of Priam's.
But dare all imminence, that gods and men Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I am a address their dangers in. Hector is gone! bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? bastard in valour , in every thing illegitimate. One Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one Go in to Troy, and say there : Hector's dead; bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to There is a word will Priam turu to stone; ns: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires, tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard ! !
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! (Exeunt. Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away! SCENE IX. - Another part of the field. Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Enter Hector.
Stay yet! - You vile abominable tents, Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thus
proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Let Titan rise as early, as he dare, Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath : I'll through and through you! And thou, greatRest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! siz'd coward !
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ; behind him.
l'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. -Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Strike a free march to Troy! - with comfort ge! How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Hope of
shall hide our inward woe! Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,
(Exeunt Aeneas and Trojan To close the day up, Hector's life is done. llect. I am unarm’d; forgeo this 'vantage, Greek!
side, PANDARUS. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek! Pan. But hear you, hear you!
[Hector falls. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down! Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy boge! On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain:
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain!
o world! world! world! thus is the poor?
[A retreat sounded. despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestl Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part!
you set 'a work, and how ill requited! Why s Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord ! nur endeavour be so loved, and the perfor Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the so loathed? what verse for it? what iosta earth,
it? Let me see! And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. – And being once subdued in armed tail,
[Sheathes his sword Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail
Good traders in the flesh, set this is your painted Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, cloths.
Some two months hence my will shall here be made : As many as be here of pander's hall,
It should be now, but that my fear is this, – Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. (Exit.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
perso u$ of the drama. Tumos, a noble Athenian.
Two Servants of Varro, and the servant of Isidore; Lucius,
two of Timon's creditors. LUCULLUS Lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid and Maskers. Three strangers. SEMPRONIUS)
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Alerchant.
An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, PHILOTUS,
and Attendants. Titus,
servants to Timon's creditors. Lucius, HORTENSIUS,
SCENE, — Athens; and the woods adjoining.
stresses to Alcibiades.
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir! -- and when comes your book
forth? Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Others, Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir ! Let's at several doors.
see your piece! Poet. Good day, sir !
Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Pain. I am glad you are well.
Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? Pain. Indifferent. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Poet, Admirable: how this grace Poet. Ay, that's well known :
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power But what particular rarity? what strange,
This eye shoots forth! bow big imagination Which manifold record not matches? See,
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Poet. I'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strife
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain, How this lord's follow'd!
Pain. Look, more!
Poet. You see this confuence, this great flood of
I have, in this rough work, shap'd ont a man,
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold; Poet. Å thing slipp'd idly from me.
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen ! Give me your hand As those, which sell, would give; but you well knos, Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, 558 TIMON OF ATHENS.
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Luc. Here, at your lordship’s service.
Tim. Well; what further?
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin elsc,
On whom ! may confer, what I have got:
Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord,
Tim. The man is honest.
It must not bear my daughter.
Tim. Does she love him?.
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it
. Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on!
Old Aih. If'in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future
, all. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Spurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
Old Ath. Most poble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. A thousand moral paintings I can show,
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship! Never may More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, That state or fortune fali iuto my keeping, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Which is not ow'd to you! The foot above the head.
[Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Trumpets sound. Enter Tumoy, attended; the Ser Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your vant of Vextidits talking with him.
lordship! Tim. Imprison’d is he, say you ?
Tim. I thank you! you shall hear frome me anon
Go not away!- What have you there, my friepd?
Your lordship to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome!
For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but outside. These pencil'd figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work ;
you shall find, I like it: wait attendance
hear further from me.
Pain. The gods preserve you!
Hath suffer'd under praise.
Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise?
Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
It would unclew me quite.
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
noble Timon,call the man before thee. You mend the jewel by wearing it.
| Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common; Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and
Some twenty horse, all of companionship.
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them gaide to us! Tim. Look, who comes here! Will you be chid ?
(Exeunt some Attenılants. Enter APEJANTU'S.
Yon must needs dine with me:- go not you hence, Juw. We will bear, with your lordship.
Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's done, Mer. He'll spare none.
Show me this piece - I am joyful of your sights.Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; Most welcome, sir!
[They salute. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Apem. So, so; there! Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st Aches contract and starve your cupple joints !them not.
That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
knaves, Tim. Yes.
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Apem. Then I repent not.
Into baboon and monkey.
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Tim. Right welcome, sir !
In dilferent pleasures. Pray you, let us in !
[Exeunt all but Apemantus. Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains
Enter two Lords.
1 Lord. What time a day is’t, Apemantus ?
Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter ; Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine leat and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
fools. Pain. You are a dog.
2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well! Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; what's Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. she, if I be a dog?
2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for I Apem. No; I eat not lords.
mean to give thee none. Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. 1 Lord. Hang thyself! Apein. O, they eat lords; so they come by great Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding ; make bellies.
thy requests to thy friend. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy hence ! labour.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog , the heels of the ass, Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?
(Exit. Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will( 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall Dot cost a man a doit.
we in, Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
And taste Lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, 4pem. Thou liest.
Is but his steward : no meed, but he repays Poet. Art not one?
Serenfold above itself: no gist to him, Apem. Yes.
But breeds the giver a return exceeding Poes. Then I lie not.
All use of quittance. Apem. Art not a poet ?
1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Poet. Yes.
That ever govern'd man. Apem. Thenthou liest: look in thy last work, where 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in? thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
1 Lord. I'll keep you company.
(E.reunt. Poet. That's not feign'd; he is so. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee SCENE II.
A room of state in Tfor thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is
Mos's house. worthy o'tlie flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet Tim: What would'st do 'then, Apemantus ? served in; Flavius and others atiending: then Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord enter Timon, ALCIBLADES, Lucius, Lucullus, SEXwith my heart.
PRONTUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VerTim. What, thyself?
Tidits, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping Apem. Ay.
after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Tim. Wherefore?
Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas’d the
My father's age, and call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Apem. Traflick confound thee, if the gods will not! Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
I deriv'd liberty.
Tim. O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love;
Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladin
as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancer
(Eats and drinks. With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives, that's not
I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field
than a dinner of friends.
no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
such a feast. Was but devis’d at first, to set a gloss
Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine ener On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
mies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
me to 'em.
[They sit. might express some part of our zeals, we should think
from you. How had you been my friends else? why You shall not make me welcome:
have you that charitable title from thousands, did I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a humour of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak there
in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame: - you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, we should never have need of them? they were the But rond' man's ever angry.
most needless creatures living, should we ne'er hare Go, let him have a table by himself;
use for them; and would most resemble sweet is For he does neither affect company,
struments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poopA pem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; er, that I might come nearer to you. We are born I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. to do benefits: and what better or properer can we
Tim, I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe-call our own, than the riches of our friends? 0,what nian;therefore welcome! I myself would have no pow- a precious comfort’tis, to have so many, like brothers, er: pr’ythce, let my meat make thee silent. commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould clioke me, for I saway ere it can be born! Mine eyes caunot hold out should
water,methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to yon. Ne'er flatter thee.- yon gods! what a number Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timor! Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not!
2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up., Jo one man's blood; and all the madness is,
Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. He cheers them up too.
3 Lord, I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me machu I wonder, man dare trust themselves with men:
Enter a Servant.
Tim. Ladies? What are their wills?
, my lord. if I
which bears that office, to signify their pleasures
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. The car,
A pein. Hey' day, what a sweep of vanity comestia To trust man on his oath or bond;
They dance! they are mad women.
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and roof.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those med,
age we it up
Deprăved, or depraves? whe dies, that bears