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Fiavius.

O my lord I

Yon only speak from your distracted soul :
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.

Timon.

Be't not in thy care : go,
I charge thee ; invite them all : let in the tide
Of knaves once more ; my cook and I'll provide.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. The same. The Senate-House.
The Senate sitting. Enter Alcibiades, attended.

First Senator.

My lord, you have my voice to't : the fault's
bloody ; 'tis necessary he should die.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Second Senator.
Most true; the law shall bruise him.

Alcibiades.
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate !

First Senator.
Now, captain?

Alcibiades.

I am an humble suitor to your virtues ;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine ; who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge into 't.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues:

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ;
(An honour in him which buys out his fault)
But. with a noble fury, and fair spirit.
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe :

And



TIMON OF ATHENS.



ACT in. Sc. v. !



And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

First Senator.

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair :
Your words have took such pains, as if they

labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, and set

quarrelling

Upon the head of valour ; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his

wrongs
His outsides; to wear them like his raiment,

carelessly,

And ne'er prefer his Injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill ?

Alcibiados.
My lord,-

First Senator,

You cannot make gross sins look clear :
To revenge is no valour but to bear.

Alcibiades.

My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threats ? sleep upon't,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy ? if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad ? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it, [fellow,
And the ass more captain than the lion ; the
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O, my lords 1
As you are great, be pitifully good :
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust ;
But in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger, is impiety ;
But who is man, that is not angry ?
Weigh but the crime with this.
Second Senator.
You breathe in vain.

Alcibiades.

In vain ? his service done
At Laced&mon, and Byzantium,
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

First Senator.
What's that ?

Alcibiades.

Why, say, my lords, he has done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies.
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds ?

Second Senator

He has made too much plenty with him,
He's a sworn rioter : he has a sin, that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him : in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions. 'Tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.

First Senator.
He dies.

Alcibiades.
Hard fate ! he might have died in war.



My lords, if not for any parts in him, [time,
Though his right arm might purchase his own
1 And be in debt to none, yet, more to move you,
| Take my deserts to his, and join them both:
I And for, I know, your reverend ages love
j Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

My honour to you, upon his good returns.
1 If by this crime he owes the law his life,
. Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore ;
i For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

First Senator.

We are for law : he dies ; urge it no more,
i On height of our displeasure. Friend, or

brother,
j He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

Alcibiades.

j Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords,
i I do beseech you, know me.

Second Senator.
i Howl

Alcibiades.

i Call me to your remembrances.
Third Senator.

What !
Alcibiades.

I I cannot think, but your age has forgot me ;
It could not else be, I should prove so base,
To sue, and be denied such common grace.
My wounds ache at you.

First Senator.

Do you dare our anger ?
' 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for ever.

Alcibiades.

Banish me !

Banish your dotage, banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.

First Senator.

If, after two days' shine Athens contain thee,
| Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to

swell our spirit,
! He shall be executed presently.

tExeunt Senators.
Alcibiades.
i Now the gods keep you old enough ; that you

may live

Only in bone, that none may look on you !
I am worse than mad: I have kept back their

foes,

While they have told their money, and let out
Their coin upon large interest ; I myself,
Rich only in large hurts : all those, for this ?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds ? Banishment !
It comes not ill ; I hate not to be banish'd:
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
j That 1 may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
j My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
j 'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds ;
i Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods.

fExit.

SCENE VI. A Banquet-hall in Timon's House.

i Music. Tables set out: Servants attending.
Enter divers Lords, at several Doors.

First Lord.
The good time of day to you, sir.

Second Lord.

I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable
lord did but try us" this other day.

First Lord.

Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
encountered.



A IT in. Sc. vi.



TIMON OF ATHENS.



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encountered. 1 hopo, it is not so low with him,
a* ho made it teem in the trial of hit several
friends.

Second Lord.

It should not be, by the persuasion of his new
feasting.

First !

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.

Second Lord.

In like manner was I in debt to my impor-
tunate business, but he would not hear my ex-
cuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of
me, that my provision was out.

First Lord.

I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.

Second Lord.
Every man here's 10. What would he have
i borrowed of you ?

First Lord.
i A thousand pieces.

Second Lord,
i A thousand pieces !

First Lord.
What of you ?

Third Lord.
He sent to me, sir, Here he comes.

Enter Timon, and Attendants.

Timon.

With all my heart, gentlemen both : And
j how fare you ?

I Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.

Second Lord.

The swallow follows not summer more will-
j Ing, than we your lordship.

Timon. [Aside.

:n sum-



Royal cheer, I warrant you.'



Third Lord.

Doubt not that, if money, and the season can
yield it.



How do you ?
Akibiades is ban



ished : h'ear



Nor more willingly leaves winter ; sue
er-birds are men. [To then "
our dinner will not recompense



mer-birds are men. [To them.1 Gentlemen,

jompense this long
feast your ears with the music awhile, if they



long stay:



will fare so harshly o' the trumpet's sound ; we
hall to't presently.

First Lord.

I hope, it remains not unkindly with your
lordship, that I returned you an empty mes-
senger.

Timon.

O, sir ! let it not trouble you.
Second Lord.
My noble lord,

Timon.
Ah ! my good friend, what cheer ?

[The Banquet brought in.
Second Lord.

My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of
rhame, that when your lordship this other day
sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.

Timon.
Think not on't, sir.

Second Lord.
If you had sent but two hours before,

Timon.

Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
Come, bring in all together.
Second Lord.
All covered dishes !



you of it ?



Third Lord.
of it



'Tis so; be sure

First Lord.
How ? how ?

Second Lord.
I pray you, upon what ?

My worthy friends, will you draw near?

Third Lord.
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast



toward.
This is the old man's



Second Lord,
still.



Will'thold? wil



It does ; but time "will and so



I do conceive.



Third Lord.



Timon.

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.

" 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 gods. Make the meat he
beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let
no assembly of twenty be without a score of
villains : if there sit twelve women at the table,
let a dozen of them be as they are. The rest
of your fees, O gods ! the senators of Athent,
together with the common lag of people, what
is amiss in them, you gods make suitable for
destruction. For these, my present friends,
as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless
them, and to nothing are they welcome."
Uncover, dogs, and lap.

[The Dishes uncovered are full of warm
Water.



What does his lorcls&p mean



I know not.



Some other.



Tim

feast



May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends ! smoke, and luke-
warm water

Is your perfection. This is Tfmon's last ;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

LThrowine Wytcr in theirFaces.
Your reeking villainy. Live loath d, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears;

You



TIMON OF ATHENS.



ACT in. Sc. vi.



You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's

flies,

Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks !
Of man, and beast, the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er ! What ! dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first thou too, and

thou:
[Throws the Dishes at them, and drives

Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
What, all in motion ? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn, house ! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
Of Timon, man, and all humanity I [Exit.

Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and
Senators.

, First Lord.
How now, my lords I

Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury ?

Third Lord,
Push ! did you see my cap?

Fourth Lord.
I have lost my gown.

He's but a mad lord, ancfnought but humour
ways him. He gave me a jewel the other day,
and now he has beat it out of my hat : did you
see my jewel ?

Fourth Lord.
Did you see my cap ?

Second Lord.
Here 'tis.

Fourth Lord.
Here lies my gown.



Let's make no



First Lord.
stay.

Second Lord.
mad.



, . ,
Lord Ttmons m

Third Lord.

I feel t upon my bones.

Fourth Lord.

One day he gives us diamonds, next day
stones. [Exeunt.



ACT IV.

SCENE I. Without the Walls of Athens.
Enter Timon.

LET me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves ! Dive in the

earth,

And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incon-
tinent ;

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 1
Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast ;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut vour trusters' throats ! bound servants,

steal !

Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law : maid, to thy master's bed ;



Thy mistress is o' the brothel 1 son of sixteen.
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains ! piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And yet confusion live ! Plagues, incident

to men,

Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke ! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may

strive,

And drown themselves In riot ! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy ! breath infect breath,
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town !
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans !
Timon will to the woods ; where he shall find
Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, you good gods

all)

The Athenians both within and out that wall !
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high, and low 1
Amen. [Exit.

SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Timon's
House.

Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants.

First Servant.
Hear you, master steward ! where s our

master ?
Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ?

Alack ! my fellows, what 'should I say to you ?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.

Such a house broke !

So noble a master fallen ! All gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him !

Second Servant.

As we do turn our backs
From otir companion, thro n into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone More of our
fellows.

Enter other Servants.

'Flavius,
All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

Third Servant. ,

Yet do our hearts wear Timon'& 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.

Fla & U o S d fellows all,

The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
Wherever



j ACT iv. Sc. in.



TIMON OF ATIiKNS.



\V lu-rever we shall meet, for TYmon's take. Ha ! you godi, why this ? What this, you god. !

Let 1 * ret IMS fellowi; lei's shake our heads, and Why, this

J Myt Will lug your priests and icrTanU from your

As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, ides,
" We have seen better days." Let each take I Pluck stout men's pillows from below their

some; them Money. heads.

Nay, put out all your hands. Vot one word This yellow slave

ni ore- Will knit and break rclipions



Thus part we rich In sorrow, parting poor.

[They embrace, and part several way*.
O, tlie flof re \v reti-hcdiH-ss that glory brings Us !
Who \\oulil not wish to be from wealth ex
Since riches point to misery and contempt
Who would be so mock'd with glory ? or to live
But in a dream of friendship ?
To have his pomp, and all what state com-
pounds,
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?



[curs'd ;
bless th' ac-



Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves.
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench : this is it,
>t wish to be fronTwea'lth exempt, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ;

She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and

spices

To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st

odds



Poor honest lord 1 brought low by his own

heart ;

Undone by goodness. Strange, unusual blood,
When man's worst sin is, he does too much

good!

Who, then, dares to be half so kind again ?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar

men.

My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accurs'd,
Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord !
He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
Of monstrous friends ;
! Nor has he with him to supply his life,
Or that which can command it.
I'll follow, and Inquire him out :
I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ;
Whilst 1 have gold I'll be his steward still.

[Exit.

SCENE III. The Woods.
Enter Timon.



O, blessed breeding s



sun! dr



aw from the earth



Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb
Infect the air. "Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Scarce is dividant, touch them with several

fortunes,

The greater scorns the lesser : not nature,
(To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great
But by contempt of nature. [fortune,

Raise me this beggar, and deny't that lord ;
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares,

who dares,

In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say, " This man's a flatterer ?" if one be,
So are they all ; for every grise of fortune
Is smooth d by that below : the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All is oblique ;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,

I But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains :
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me

roots 1 [Dies in?.

Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his pafaie
W T ith thy most onerant poison What is here ?
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No,

gods,

I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens !
Thus much of this will make black, white ; foul,

fair;
Wrong, right ; base, noble ; old, young; coward,

valiant.



Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature. [March afar off.] Ha 1 a

drum ? Thou'rt quick,

But yet I'll bury thee : thou'lt go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
Nay, stay tnou out for earnest.

[Reserving some gold.

Eiiter Alcibictde*, with Drum and Fife, in warlike
manner; and Phrynia and Timandra.

Alcibia fe S hat art thou there?
: Speak.

Timon.
A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy

heart,
: For showing me again the eyes of man !

Alcibiades.

What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man ?

Timon.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That 1 might love thee something.

Alcibiades.

I know thee well ;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.



Timon.
I know thee too ; and more, than that 1 know

thee,

! I not desire to know. Follow thy drum ;
i With man's blood paint the ground, gules,

gules:

Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ; [thine
Then what should war be ? This fell whore of
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.

Phryilia thy lips rot off!

Timou.

I will not kiss thee ; then, the rot returns
] To thine own lips again.

How came the noble Timon to this change ?

Timon.

As the moon does, by wanting light to give :
But then, renew I could not, like the moon ;
There were no suns to borrow of.

Alcibiades.



What friendship may I do thee ?

Timon.
Maintain my opinion.



Noble Timon,

None, but to
Alclbtades.



TIMON OF ATHENS.



ACT iv. Sc. in.



Alcibiades.

What is it, Timonf
Timon .

Promise me friendship, but perform none : if
thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for
thou art a man ! if thou dost perform, confound
thee, for thou art a man !

Alcibiades.
I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Timon.
Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.

Alcibiades.
I see them now ; then was a blessed time.

Timon.
As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

Timandra.

Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the world
Voic'd so regardfully?

Timon.

Art thou Timandra f
Timandra.

Timon.
Be a whore still ! they love thee not, that use

thee:

Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
Make use of thy salt hours ; season the slaves
For tubs, and baths ; bring down rose-cheeked
To the tub-fast, and the diet. [youth

Timandra.

Hang thee, monster 1
Alcibiades.

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,

Timon.
I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

Alcibiades.
1 am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

Timon.

How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost

I had rather be alone. [trouble ?

Alcibiades.

Why, fare thee well :
Here is some gold for thee.
Timon.

Keep it, I cannot eat it.
Alcibiades.
When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,

Timon.
Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?

Alcibiades.

Ay Timon, and have cause.
Timon.

The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
And thee after, when thou hast conquered :

Alcibiades.
Why me, Timon f

Timon.

That, by killing of villains,
Thou wast born to conquer my country.
Put up thy gold: go on, here's gold, go on ;
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove



Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison
In the sick air : let not thy sword skip one.
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ;
He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit
It is her habit only that is honest, [matron ;
Herself 's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek
|Make soft thy trenchant sword ; for those milk-
paps,

'That through the window-bars bore at men's
(Are not within the leaf of pity writ, [eyes,

; But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not

the babe,

Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their
Think it a bastard, whom the oracle [mercy :
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse: swear against ob-
jects ;

Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes,
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor

babes,

Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy

soldiers :

Make large confusion ; and thy fury spent,
Confounded be thyself 1 Speak not, be gone.

Alcibiades.

Hast thou gold yet ? I'll take the gold thou
Not all thy counsel. [giv'st me,

Timon.
Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse

upon thee 1

Phrynia and Timandra.
Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou

more?

Timon.

Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you

sluts,

Your aprons mountant : you are not oathable,
Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear,
Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues,
The immortal gods that hear you, spare your

oaths,

I'll trust to your conditions : be whores still ;
And he whose pious breath seeks to con vert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up ;
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turncoats. Yet may your pains, six

months,
Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin

roofs
With burdens of the dead; some that were

hang'd,
No matter: wear them, betray with them:

whore still;

Paint till a horse may mire upon your face :
A pox of wrinkles !

Phrynia and Timandra.

Well, more gold What then ?

Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

Timon.

Consumptions sow [shins,

n hollow bones of man ; strike their sharp
And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's

voice,

That he may never more false title plead,
Vor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen,
That scolds against the quality of flesh,
And not believes himself: down with the nose,
Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite away
3f him, that his particular to foresee,
Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate

ruffians bald ;

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from vou. Plague all,

That



ACT iv. Sc. in.



T1M(>\ 01- ATI1KNS.



843



That your activity may defeat and quell
The source of all erection There'* more gold:
l)o you damn others, and let this damn you,
And ditches grave you all I

Phrynia and Timandra.
More counsel with more moner, bounteous
Timon.



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