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By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee, If thou wilt curse, - thy father, that poor rag, And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, To some she beggar, and compounded thee And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus : Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone ! Thou gav’st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, come,
Thou hadst been a knave, and datterer. To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Арет.
Art thou proud yet? That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again, Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. Apem.
I, that I was Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. No prodigal. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Tim. I, that I am one now; thyself;
Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gore. That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, That the whole life of Athens were in this ! Will put thy skirt on warm? Will these moss'd trees, Thus would I eat it.
(Eating a mea That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
Here; I will mend thy feast. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold
[Offering him something brook,
Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself
, Candied with ice, eaudle thy morning taste,
Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures,
thine. Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Tim._'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, If not, I would it were. To the conflicting elements expos'd,
Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Answer mere nature, - bid them flatter thee;
T'im. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Q! thou shalt find
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. Tim.
A fool of thee: Depart. Apem. Here is no use for gold. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim.
The best, and truest: Tim. I hate thee worse.
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon ?
Under that's above me
Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; 01, rather, Apem.
To vex thee. where I eat it. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's,
Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew by Dost please thyself in't ?
mind! Apem. Ay.
Apem. Where would'st thou send it ? Tim..
What ! a knave too? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on Apem. The middle of humanity thou neitt To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou knewest, but the extremity of both ends : Wher Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags to u Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : knowest none, but art despised for the contrary, The one is filling still, never complete ;
There's a medlar for thee, eat it,
Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, then
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. should'st have loved thyself better now. What man Thou art a slave,'whom Fortune's tender arm didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloval With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. after his means ? Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, proceeded Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest el The sweet degrees that this brief world affords didst thou ever know beloved ? To such as may the passive drugs of it
Apem. Myself. Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyself Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some Drents In general riot ; melted down thy youth
to keep a dog In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
Apem. What things in the world canst thos The iey precepts of respect, but follow'd
nearest compare to thy flatterers ? The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are Who had the world as my confectionary ;
things themselves. What would'st thou do with the The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? At duty, more than I could fraine employment; Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the mer. That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves
Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the com Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beast Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare Apem. Ay, Timon. For every storm that blows;- I, to bear this, Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grase That never knew but better, is some burden : thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the is Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the line
would suspect thee, when, peradventure, the They never flatter'd thee : What hast thou given ? accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, sbordul
Dess would torment thee ; and still thou livedst but But not till I am dead! - I'll say, thou hast gold: as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou Tim.
Throng'd to ? shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner : wert thou Apem.
Ay. the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: Apem.
Live, and love thy misery! wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the Tim. Long live so, and so die ! - I am quit. horse ; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized
(Exit APEMANTUS, by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert More things like men ? - Eat, Timon, and abhor german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred
them. were jurors on thy life : all thy safety were remotion; and thy defence, absence. What beast could'st
Enter Thieves. thou be, that were not subject to a beast ? and what 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in some poor fragment, some slender ort of his retransformation ?
mainder : The mere want of gold, and the fallingApem. If thou could'st please me with speaking from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here : The 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he beasts.
care not for't, he will supply us easily ; If he covetTim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou ously reserve it, how shall's get it? art out of the city ?
2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him, Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: The 'tis hid. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to 1 Thief. Is not this he? catch it, and give way: When I know not what Thieves. Where? else to do, I'll see thee again.
2 Thief. 'Tis his description. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, 3 Thief. He; I know him. thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's
Thieves. Save thee, Timon. dog, than Apernantus.
Tim. . Now, thieves ? Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. T'im. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. Tim. Both too ; and women's sons. Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much curse.
do want. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Tim. Your greatest want is, you, want much of Apem. There is no leprosy, but what thou speak’st. Tim. If I name thoe.
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; I'll beat thee, - but I should infect my hands. Within this mile break forth a hundred springs :
Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips;
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? I swoon to see thee.
i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, 4реті. 'Would thou would'st burst !
Away, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, A stone by thee. (Throws a stone at him.
and fishes; Apem. Beast!
You must eat men.
Yet thanks I must you con, Tim. Slave!
That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not Apen. Toad!
In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft Tim.
Rogue, rogue, rogue! In limited professions. Rascal thieves, [APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going. Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, I am sick of this false world; and will love nought Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, But even the mere necessities upon it.
And so 'scape hanging ; trust not the physician; Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; His antidotes are poison, and he slays Lie wbere the light foam of the sea may beat More than you rob: take wealth and lives together ; Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, That death in me at others' lives may laugh. Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery : O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
(Looking on the gold. Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, "Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Thou erer young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen That lies on Dian's lap! thon visible god,
From general excrement: each thing's a thief ; That solder'st close impossibilities,
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power And mak’st them kiss! that speak’st with every Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves ; away; tongue,
Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut throats ; To every purpose ! Othou touch of hearts ! All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue Break open shops; nothing can you stcal, Set them into confounding odds, that beasts But thieves do lose it : Steal not less, for this May have the world in empire !
I give you; and gold confound you howsoever! fpem, 'Would 'twere so; Amen.
(Timon retires to his ce
3 Trief. He has almost charmed me from my so comfortable? It almost turns profession, by persuading me to it.
My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he Thy face. Surely, this man was born of woman. 'thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give Perpetual-sober gods ! I do proclaim over my trade.
One honest man,
— mistake me not, - but one; 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : There No more, I pray, and he is a steward. is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. How fain would I have hated all mankind,
[Exeunt Thieves. And thou redeem'st thyself: But all, sare thee,
I fell with curses.
Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise ; Flav. O you gods !
For, by oppressing and betraying me, Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord?
Thou might'st have sooner got another service: Full of decay and failing? O monument
For many so arrive at second masters, And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, What an alteration of honour has
(For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) Desperate want made !
Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men dea] Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends !
gifts, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Expecting in return twenty for one ? When man was wish'd to love his enemies :
Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo
Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late ; Those that would mischief me, than those that do! You should have fear'd false times, when you did He has caught me in his eye : I will present
feast : My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, Suspect still comes where an estate is least. Still serve him with my life. My dearest master ! That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living: and, believe it
, Tim. Away! what art thou ?
My most honour'd lord, Flav.
Have you forgot me, sir ? For any benefit that points to me, Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt man, I have forgot For this one wish, That you had power and wealth thee.
To requite me, by making rich yourself
. Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.
· Tim.Look thee, 'tis so ! Thou singly honest drar, Tim.
Then Here, take : — the gods out of my misery I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy: About me, I; all that I kept were knaves,
But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from mei; To serve in meat to villains.
Hate all, curse all : show charity to none; Flav.
The gods are witness, But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bove, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
Ere thou relieve the beggar : give to dogs For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. What thou deny'st to men ; let prisons swallow Tim. What, dost thou weep ? - Come nearer :
them, then I love thee,
Debts wither them: Be men like blasted woods, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
And may diseases lick up their false bloods ! Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, And so, farewell, and thrive. But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: Flav.
0, let me star, Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with And comfort you, my master. weeping !
If thou hat's Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, Curses, stay not'; fly, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free; To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth lasts, Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. To entertain me as your steward still.
Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now
SCENE I. The same. Before Timon's Cave.
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a
try for his friends. Enter Poet and Painter ; Timon behind, unseen.
Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a pairs
Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Their Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be fore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, * far where he abides. Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the in us; and is very likely to load our purposes
this supposed distress of his: it will show hoo's rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold ? what they travel for, if it be a just and true repart
Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phrynia that goes of his having. and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise cn- Poet. What have you now to present unto him. riched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity : Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. only I will promise him an excellent piece.
Poet. I must serve him so too ; tell him of an Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; intent that's coming toward him.
Thou counterfeit'st most lively. Pan. Good as the best. Promising is the very Pain.
So, so, my lord. air o'the time ; it opens the eyes of expectation : Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :- And, for thy fiction, performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in
[To the Poet. the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, saying is quite out of use. To promise is most That thou art even natural in thine art. courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of But, for all this, my honest-natur’d friends, will
, or testament, which argues a great sickness in I must needs say, you have a little fault : his judgment that makes it.
Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint You take much pains to mend. a man so bad as is thyself.
Beseech your honour, Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have To make it known to us. provided for him : It must be a personating of him- Tim.
You'll take it ill. self: a satire against the softness of prosperity; with Both. Most thankfully, my lord. a discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth Tim.
Will you, indeed? and opulency.
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults That mightily deceives you, in other men ? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Do we, my lord? Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him disThen do we sin against our own estate,
semble, When we may profit meet, and come too late." Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Pain. True;
Keep in your bosom: yet remain assur'd,
Nor I. Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,
Rid me these villains from your companies : Than where swine feed !
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I'll give you gold enough. Settlest admired reverence in a slave :
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey!
company : 'Fit I do meet thein.
[Advancing. Each man apart, all single and alone, Pkt. Hail, worthy Timon!
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. Pain.
Our late noble master. If where thou art, two villains shall not be, Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men ?
[To the Painter.
Come not near him. - If thou would'st not reside Having often of your open bounty tasted,
[To the Poet. Hearing you were retir’d, your friends fall’n off, But where one villain is, then him abandon. Whose thankless natures - O abhorred spirits ! Hence ! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye Not all the whips of heaven are large enough –
You have done work for me, there's payment : Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
Out, rascal dogs!
[Erit, beating and driving them out. Tim. Let it go naked, men may sce't the better : You, that are honest, by being what you are,
The same. Make them best seen, and known.
Enter Flavios and Two Senators.
He, and myself, Hare travell'd in the great shower of your gifts,
Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with And sweetly felt it.
Ay, you are honest men. For he is set so only to himself, Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Tim. Most honest men! Why, liow shall I re- Is friendly with him. quite you?
Bring us to his cave :
At all times alike
Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefs, I am sure, you have : speak truth: you are honest That fram'd him thus : time, with his fairer hand,
Offering the fortunes of his former days, pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore The foriner man may make him : Bring us to him, Came not my friend, nor I.
And chance it as it may. Tim. Good honest men ;--Thou draw'st a coun- *Flar.
Here is his cave. terfeit
Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon ! Timon!
What! to you!
Look out, and speak to friends : The Athenians, Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
Of health, and living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still ;*
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, Tim. Thou sun, that comfort’st, burn! Speak, And last so long enough! and be hang'd:
We speak in vain. For each true word, a blister! and each false Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue, One that rejoices in the common wreck, Consuming it with speaking!
As common bruit doth put it. 1 Sen. Worthy Timon, 1 Sen.
That's well spoke · Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Tim, Commend me to my loving countrymen, 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. 1 Sen. These words become your lips as they Tim. I thank them; and would send them back
pass through them. the plague,
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers Could I but catch it for them.
In their applauding gates. 1 Sen.
Commend me to them ; What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, The senators, with one consent of love,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Their pangs of love, with other incident throes On special dignities, which vacant lie
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain For thy best use and wearing.
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do 2 Sen. They confess,
them : Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross : I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. Which now the publick body, which doth seldom 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. Play the recanter, feeling in itself
Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
That mine own use invites me to cut down, Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ;
And shortly must I fell it; Tell my friends, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, Together with a recompense more fruitful
From high to low throughout, that whoso please Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, And hang himself:
– I pray you, do my greeting: And write in thee the figures of their love,
Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still stall Ever to read them thine.
find him. Tim.
You witch me in it; Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Surprize me to the very brink of tears :
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. Which once a day with his embossed froth
Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, The turbulent surge shall cover; thither como, And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take And let my grave-stone be your oracle. The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name What is amiss, plague and infection mend ! Live with authority : so soon we shall drive back Graves only be men's
works; and death, their gain! Of Alcibiades the approaches wild ;
Sun, hide thy beams ! Timon hath done his reign. Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up His country's peace.
I Sen. His discontents are unremoveably 2 Sen
And slakes his threat'ning sword Coupled to nature. Against the walls of Athens.
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, 1 Sen.
Therefore, Timon, - And strain what other means is left unto us Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir ; In our dear peril. Thus,
It requires swift foot. (Eseuri. If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
SCENE III. — The Walls of Athens. That — Timon cares not. But if he sack fair
Enter Two Senators, and a Messenger. Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files Giving our holy virgins to the stain
As full as thy report. Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;
I have spoke the least: Then, let him know, and tell him, Timon speaks it, Besides, his expedition promises In pity of our aged, and our youth,
Present approach. I cannot choose but tell him, that — I care not, 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring met And let him tak’t at worst; for their knives care not,
Timon. While you have throats to answer : for myself, Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend;There's not a whittle in the unruly camp,
Whom, though in general part we were oppos'l, But I do prize it at my love, before
Yet our old love made a particular force, The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you And made us speak like friends : - this man ww To the protection of the prosperous gods,
riding As thieves to keepers.
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Flav.
Stay not, all's in vain. With letters of entreaty, which imported