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Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that||
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
[Exit. SCENE VI-A magnificent room in Timon's house. Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, at several doors.
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
2 Lord. A thousand pieces!
1 Lord. What of you?
3 Lord. He sent to me, sir,-Here he comes.
Enter Timon, and attendants.
Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both :-And how fare you?
1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship.
m. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men.-Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile; if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't presently.
1 Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I returned you an empty mes
Tim. Think not on't, sir.
2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before,→ Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.3--Come, bring in all together.
2 Lord. All covered dishes!
1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir. 2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring,2 when we encountered: I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
1 Lord. I should think so: He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another: for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty the gods. Make the meat be beloved, more than be without a score of villains: If there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be-as they
2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I under-are-The rest of your fees, O gods,-the sena tors of Athens, together with the common lag of
stand how all things go.
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he people,-what is amiss in them, you gods, make
suitable for destruction. For these my present
have borrowed of you?
| friends,--as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing they are welcome.
1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you.
3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season, can yield it.
1 Lord. How do you? What's the news?
3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished: Hear you of it?
1 & 2 Lord. Alcibiades banished!
3 Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it.
1 Lord. How? how?
2 Lord. I pray you, upon what?
Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near?
3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
2 Lord This is the old man still.
3 Lord. Will't hold? will't hold?
2 Lord. It does: but time will-and so
3 Lord. I do conceive.
Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.-
(3) i. e. Your good memory. (4) The lowest. (5) Flies of a season. (6) Jacks of the clock; like those at St. Dun stan's church, in Fleet-street.
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. || SCENE II-Athens. A room in Timon's house.
Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants.
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. 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.
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,
(1) Common sewers.
(2) i. e Contrarieties, whose. nature it is to waste or destroy each other.
(3) For libertinism. (4) Accumulated curses.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house, 3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air.
To have his pomp, and all what state compounds,
Nay, put out all your hands. Thus part we rich in sorrow,
SCENE III.-The woods. Enter Timon.
Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb7 Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant,--touch them with several fortunes;
(5) Hasty, precipitate.
(6) Propensity, disposition.
(7) i. e. The moon's, this sublunary world.
Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides;
Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
That makes the wappen'd4 widow wed again;
But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
[Keeping some gold. Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; Phrynia and Timandra. What art thou there?
Tim. A beast, as thou art. thy heart, For showing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to
thee, That art thyself a man?
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
Alcib. I know thee well; But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know thee,
not desire to know. Follow thy drum ; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
(1) But by is here used for without. Seize, gripe.
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
Voic'd so regardfully?
Art thou Timandra?
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
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 states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee
Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear
Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer My country.
Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on;
(3) No insincere or inconstant supplicant. Gold and freshness of youth. will not serve me instead of roots. (4) Sorrowful.
(5) i. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness
(6) Alluding to the cure of the lues venerea, then lin practice.
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe,
Think it a bastard,2 whom the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut,
Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes;
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon:
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
I'll trust to your conditions:5 Be whores still;
Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs
Phr.& Timan. Well, more gold;-What then?-
Tim. Consumptions sow
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
(2) An allusion to the tale of Edipus. (3) Without pity.
(4) i. e. Against objects of charity and compas
(5) Vocations, (6) Subtilties. (7) Entomb.
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
We but offend him.
[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra.
Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkind-
Should yet be hungry!--Common mother, thou,
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
(8) Boundless surface.
(9) The serpent called the blind-worm.
(11) i. e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses.
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? 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 li'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 perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity;5 in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a medlar?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.
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 talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved?
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 it lay in thy power?
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Would'st thou have thyself 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, thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness 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 shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee,
(4) The cold admonitions of cautious prudence. (5) For too much finical delicacy,