be a just and true report that goes of his having. Poet. What have you now to present unto him? Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I 20 will promise him an excellent piece. Poet. I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent that's coming toward him. Pain. 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 30 sickness in his judgement that makes it. [Timon comes from his cave, behind. Tim. [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. Tim. [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own 4C 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. Pain. True; When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Tim. [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, 51 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. Poet. Hail, worthy Timon! Pain. [Coming forward. Our late noble master! 60 Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Having often of your open bounty tasted, Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence With any size of words. Tim. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better. Pain. Tim. He and myself Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts, Ay, you are honest men. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. 70 Tim. 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. Tim. Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold; I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men. Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore 81 Came not my friend nor I. Tim. Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit Pain. So, so, my lord. Tim. E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction, Bot.. Tim. Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, To make it known to us. Beseech your honour You'll take it ill. Will you, indeed? Both. Most thankfully, my lord. Tim. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. There's never a one of you but trusts a knave Both. Pain. I know none such, my lord. 90 100 Poet. Nor I. Tim. 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, Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. Tim. 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, ΙΙΟ Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves: [To Painter] You have work for me, there's payment: hence! [To Poet] You are an alchemist, make gold of that: Out, rascal dogs! [Beats them out, and then retires into his cave. Enter Flavius, and two Senators. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon; That nothing but himself which looks like man First Sen. Bring us to his cave: Sec. Sen. At all times alike The former man may make him. Bring us to him, 120 Flav. And chance it as it may. Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! Timon comes from his cave. 131 Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and be hang'd: First Sen. Worthy Timon,— Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. First Sen. O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought For thy best use and wearing. Sec. Sen. They confess Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross: 141 A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Of it own fail, restraining aid to Timon; And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Together with a recompense more fruitful Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ; 150 |