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Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
líor. It is against my heart.
Wh Timon in this should pay more, than he owes: Tit. My lord, here is my bill.
He's And c'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, Luc. Serv. Here's mine. And send for money for 'em. Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.
His Hor. Iam weary of this charge, the gods can witness : Both. Var. Seri'. And ours, my lord.
And I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, Phi. All our bills.
To 1 And now ingratitude makes it worse, than stealth. Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the 1 Var. Seri. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns : girdle.
Whi What's your's ?
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord, Luc. Seri. Five thousand mine.
Tim. Cut my heart in sums. 1 Ver. Serv.. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem Tit. Mine, filty talents.
TO by the sum,
Tim. Tell out my blood. Your master's confidence was above mine;
Luc, Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord. Else, surely, his had equallid.
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that -
And Tit. One of lord Timon's men. 1 Var. Serv. My lord,
And Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word ! 'Pray, is my 2 Var. Serv. My lord, lord ready to come forth?
Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! Sac Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
[Exit. Abi Tit. We attend his lordship ; 'pray, signify so much. Hor. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are caps at their money; these debts may well be called 40 too diligent.
(Exit Flaminius. desperate ones; for a madman owes 'em. (Exeunt. Lo Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled,
Re-enter Timon and Flavius.
li Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the As He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him!
slaves : Tit. Do you hear, sir? Creditors ! --devils !
T 1 Var. Serr'. By your leave, sir, Flav. My dear lord,
B Flax. What do you ask of me, my friend ? Tim. What if it should be so?
T Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir. Flav. My lord,
B Flav, Ay, Tim. I'll have it so!--My steward!
W If money were as certain, as your waiting,
Flav, Here, my lord. "Twere snre enough. Why then preferr'd you not Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all
Flav. O my lord,
There is not so much left, to furnish out To stir me up; let me pass quietly:
A moderate table. Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;
Tim. Be't not in thy care; go; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. Flay. If 'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you ; for you serve knaves. (Exit. SCENE V. - The same. The Senate-house. 1 Far. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd wor The Senate sitting, Enter Alcibiades, attended. ship mutter?
1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to’t; the fault's 2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: revenge enough. Who can speak broader, than he Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy: that has no house to put his head in? such may rail 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall braise him. against great buildings.
Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! Enter ServiLIUS.
1 Sen. Now, captain? Tit. O, here's Servilius: now we shall know Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; Some answer.
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly:
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth His comfortable temper has forsook him;
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it. He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. He is a man, setting his fate aside, Luc. Serv, Mavy do keep their chambers, are not of comely virtues : sick:
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ; And, if it be so far beyond his health,
(An honour in him, which buys out his faalt,) Metlinks, he should the sooner pay his debts, But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit, Aud make a clear way to the gods.
Secing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:
As if he had bat prov'd an argument.
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Upon the head of valonr; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world l'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
Alcib. Banish me?
1 Sen. If, after two days' shive, Athens contain To bring it into danger.
thee, If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell What folly 'tis, hazard life for ill?
He shall be executed presently. [Exeunt Senators.
I am worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
Rich only in large hurts. — All those, for this?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ?
[ Exit. To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
A magnificent room in Tox's house.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending:
Enter divers Lords, at several doors.
1 Lord. The good time of day to yon, sir!
2 Lord. I also wislı it to you! I think, this honourAt Lacedaemon, and Byzantium,
able lord did but try us this other day. Were a sufficient briber for his life.
1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when 1 Sen. What's that?
we encountered. I hope, it is not so low with him,
as he made it seem in the trial of his several Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, h'as done fair service,
2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his
new feasting. In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds ?
1 Lord. I shonld think so. He hath sent me an earu2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Is a sworn rioter: h'as a sin, that often
est inviting, which many my near occasions did Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beIf there were no foes, that were enough alone
yond them, and I must needs appear. To overcome him: in that beastly fury
2 Lord. Iu like manner was I in debt to my imporHe has been known to commit outrages,
tunate business, but he wonld not hear my excuse. And cherish factions. "Tis infipid to us,
I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my His days are foul, and his driuk dangerous.
provision was out. 1 Sen. He dies.
1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have
borrowed of you?
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
2 Lord. A thousand pieces !
1 Lord. What of you?
2 Lord. He sent to me, sir, - here he comes.
Enter Timon and Attendants.
Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both:
and Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;
how fare you? For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, lordship. On height of our displeasure. Friend, or brother, 2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. willing, than we your lordship. Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leares wister; I do beseech you, know me.
such summer-birds are men. - Gentlemen, our dio2 Sen. How?
ner will not recompense this long stay: feast your Alcib. Call me to your remembrances.
ears with the music awhile; if they will fare so 3 Sen. What?
harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't preAlcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; sently. It could not else be, I should prove so base,
I Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your To sue, and be denied such common grace : lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger. My wounds ache at you.
Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you. 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger?
2 Lord. My poble lord,
To the whole race of mankind, high, and int!
Tla Ton. Ah, my good friend! what cheer? Burn house; sink Athens ! henceforth hated be
Let (The banquet brought in. Of Timon, man, and all humanity! (Exit, 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.
IS of slame, that, when your lordship this other day 1 Lord. How now, my lords ?
Son sent to me, I was so wfortunate a beggar.
2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's Timb. Think not on't, sir.
fury? 2 Lord. If you had sent bat two hours before, - | 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap?
And Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.
25 -- Come, bring in all together!
§ Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nooght bat ha2 Lord. All covered dishes!
So h mour swars hin. He gave me a jewel the other 1 Lurd. Royal cheer, I warrant you.
Sink day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. -- Did 3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season you see my jewel?
A de can yield it.
4 Lurd. Did you see my cap ? I Lord. Ilow do you? What's the news?
2 Lord. Here'tis. s Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? 4 Lord, Here lies my gown. 1 e! 2 Lord. Alcibiades bauished!
1 Lord. Let's make no stay. S Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it.
2 lord, Lord Timon's mad. 1 Lord How? how?
3 Lord. I feel't upon my bones. 2 lord. I pray you, np. what? Tim. My worthy friends, will yon draw pear ?
4 Lord. One day he gires us diamonds, nest day
. 3 Lord, I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
Hea 2 !ard. This is the old man still.
Аст IT. Is Lord. Will't hold? will't hold?
SCENE I.-II'ithout the walls of Athens. 2 Lord. It does: but time will - and so
Enter 'Tivos. S Lord. I do conceire.
Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, Tim. Each man to luis stool, with that spur as he That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, rould to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be And fence not Atheus! Vatrons, turo incontinest; in all places alike. Vake not a city feast of it, to Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools,
7 let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first Plack the grave wrinkled senate from the beach, place, si, sit! The gods require our thanks! And minister in their steads! to general filths
TI Pomgreat benefacters, sininkle our society with Convert oʻthe instant green virgivity! shanijuiness. For gumisigiiis, make yourselves Do’t in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
0 prasa: but reserre still 10 gire, lest your deities father than render back, out with your knives, be desjuese. Lard to each men enju gh, that one
dud cut your trusters' throats ! bound serrauts, need ne: led to aroser: fu, were your gedheads
steal? sa brodomes, Tea yuriate the gods. Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, Jade ile reus is becoti mure it as the man that And piil by law! maid, to thy master's bed;
TI gives it. Lei no 19! ( 18 19 be without a
Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteeu, seerd op 12.11. V skele kui seeire sumen at the Plachd the liu'd cratch from the old limping sise,
fo table, les a dce3 * 16ers be as hy are. - The
With it beat out his brains! pietv, and fear, Test 1225, Oral-zke ssztors of Athens, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, trutà, tegese wih sie C: "TLON 'az si gecpie, - what is instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, CSS re se sto posto muzie saute-bie for destru Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, chi. tee 27 present iddia -as they are to me a. 1 15.01.18 12 thema, and to
10 pour confounding contraries, ramzile; we ****67.
And yet contusion lo!-- Plazues, incident to mee,
Yoar potent and infectious ferers heap Cacoser, C., and we
On Atheas, rive for stroke! thou cold sciatica, (Tiedubes nace cred ge f1!! of warm water. Cripple our senators, that their limbs may hal S.222e. dres bis iurdship mean? As lumeis, as their manners! lust and liberty Se sier. I*36* :. Tir. Mas you a betior feast peter behold,
Creep in the minds and marrows of our yoută; Yoa isos of south-friends! smoke, and lukewarm and drown themselves in riot! itches, blaius,
· That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
Sow all the Athesiabosoms; and their crop Is TCEs perfection. This is Timon's last;
Be general leprosy! breath infect breath; Who stackard spangled pop with flatteries, That their society, as their friendship, may, Habas it up, and sprindes in your faces
Be merely poisoo ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, T.:Towing water in their faces. But u.keuriess, thou détestable towo! Seer reeling vilainy. Lire loath'd, and loug, Take thou that too, with multiplying banas! Vestzaz smooth, detested parasites, Courteoas destrorers, aðable wolves, meek bears, The unkindest beast more Kinder, thau mankird.
Timon will to the woods; where he shall Lod You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods zu Cap and knee slares, ranours, and minute-jacks! The Athenians both within and out that wall! of man, and beast, the ivhnite malady
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate war gro Crust you quite o'er! - What, dost thoa go? Sort, take thy physic first,
and Amen! thou:
1 [Throws the dishes as them, and drives setNEN. - Athens. A room in Tixos's bcus. shen ons.
Enter Flavirs, with two or three Servarit. Star, I will lead thee money, borrow none. What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
1 Sern. Plear you, master steward, where's is:
master? Whereat at villain's not a welcome gnest.
Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaiding?
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr’d
Destruction fang maukind! - Earth, yield me roots! 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs
With thy most operant poison! What is here?
Thus much of this, will make black, white; toul, fair;
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
Ia, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
[Giving them money. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
drum? - Thour't quick,
[Exeunt Servants. But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thief,
manner: Purysia and TIMANDRA.
Alcib. What art thou there?
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ;
Hath in her more destruction, than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.
Phry. Thy lips rot off!
To thine own lips again.
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
There were no suns to borrow of.
What friendship may I do thee?
Maintain my opinion.
Alcib. What is it, Timon ?
Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: if
Thou arta man ! if thou dost perform, confound thee,
Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
Ton. Thou nav'st them, when I had prosperity. Into strogz shad lers, and to heaven't see
Be stroag in whore, alinre him, bara hin up;
Let your close fire predominate his scoke, Tim, Art inga Timandra?
'And be no tarncoats: yet may yourçains, si maths, Timan. Yes.
Le quite contrary: and thaich your poor thing of Tim. Per a whore still! they love thee not, that with burdens of the dead ; – some that were hac;'d, use thee;
No matter :-- wear them, betray with them: wste
Phr, et Timan. Well, more gold; – what then ?-
Believe't, ihat we'll do any thing for gold.
la hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's roice, The want whereof doth daily make revolt
That he may never more false title plead,
Tm. I pryther, beat thy drum, and get thee gone! of him, that his particular to foresee,
And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from you : plague all; Alcib. Why, fare thee well!
That your activity may defeat and quell Here's some gold for thee.
The source of all erection. -- There's more gold :Tim. keep't, I cannot eat it,
Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
Phr, et Timun. More counsel with more money, Alrib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.
bounteous Timon! Tim.The gods confound them alli'thy conquest; and Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I hare Thee after, when thou hast conqner'd!
given you earnest. Alcib. Why me, Timon?
Alc:b. Strike up the drum towards Athens. FareTim. That,
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more !
Tim. Yes, thou spok’st well of me.
Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away,
(Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiales, PhryMake kont thy trenchant sword; for those milkpaps,
nia, and Timandra, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Tim. That nature, being sick of man’s unkindness, Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Should yet be hungry!
Common mother, thon, Set them down horrible traitors : spare not the babe,
Digging Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Whercof thy proud child, arrogant man, is pul'd, And mince it sans remorse : swcar against objects; Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Pat armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, With all the abhorred births below crisp ficaven, Nor sight of priests in holy vestinents bleeding, Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth skine; Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, Mahe large confusion ; and, thy fury spent, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! giv'st me,
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Not all thy counsel.
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Tem. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Math to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented !- 0, a root, - dear thanks! Phriec Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; hast thou more?
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
, Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And morsels unctuons, greases his pure mind, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you slats, That from it all cousideration slips. Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
Enter APEMANTES. Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, More man? Plague! plague!