SCENE I.
Lucullus's house in Athens.
Flaminius waiting. Enter a Servant to him.
Serv.
I have told my lord of you, he is coming
down to you.
Flam.
I thank you, sir.
Enter Lucullus.
Serv.
Here's my lord.
Lucul. [Aside.]
One of lord Timon's men? a gift,
I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a
silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
Flaminius; you are very respectively7 note
welcome, sir.
—Fill me some wine.—And how does that honourable,
complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens,
thy very bountiful good lord and master?
Flam.
His health is well, sir.
Lucul.
I am right glad that his health is well, sir:
And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty
Flaminius?
Flam.
'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir;
which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your
honour to supply; who, having great and instant
occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship
to furnish him; nothing doubting your present
assistance therein.
Lucul.
La, la, la, la,—nothing doubting says he?
alas, good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he
would not keep so good a house. Many a time and
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often I ha' din'd with him, and told him on't; and
come again to supper to him, of purpose to have him
spend less: and yet he would embrace no counsel,
take no warning by my coming. Every man has
his fault, and honesty is his; I ha' told him on't,
but I could never get him from't.
Re-enter servant, with wine.
Serv.
Please your lordship, here is the wine.
Lucul.
Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.
Here's to thee.
Flam.
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
Lucul.
I have observ'd thee always for a towardly
prompt spirit,—give thee thy due,—and one that
knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the
time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in
thee.—Get you gone sirrah. [To the Servant, who
goes out.]—Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy
lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise;
and thou know'st well enough, although thou
com'st to me, that this is no time to lend money;
especially upon bare friendship, without security.
Here's three solidares1 note for thee; good boy, wink
at me, and say, thou saw'st me not. Fare thee
well.
Flam.
Is't possible, the world should so much differ;
2 noteAnd we alive, that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee.
[Throwing the money away.
Lucul.
Ha! Now I see, thou art a fool, and fit for
thy master.
[Exit Lucullus.
Flam.
May these add to the number that may scald thee!
-- 370 --
Let molten coin be thy damnation3 note,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
4 noteIt turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
I feel my master's passion! This slave,
Unto his honour5 note, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison?
O, may diseases only work upon't!
And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of6 note
nature
Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
[Exit.
SCENE II.
A publick street.
Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
Luc.
Who, the lord Timon? he is my very good
friend, and an honourable gentleman.
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1 Stran.
7 noteWe know him for no less, though we
are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one
thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours,
now lord Timon's happy hours are done and
past, and his estate shrinks from him.
Luc.
Fye, no, do not believe it; he cannot want
for money.
2 Stran.
But believe you this, my lord, that, not
long ago, one of his men was with the lord Lucullus,
to borrow so many talents8 note; nay, urg'd extremely
for't, and shew'd what necessity belong'd to't, and
yet was deny'd.
Luc.
How?
2 Stran.
I tell you, deny'd, my lord.
Luc.
What a strange case was that? now, before
the gods, I am asham'd on't. Deny'd that honourable
man? there was very little honour shew'd in't.
For my own part, I must needs confess, I have receiv'd
some small kindnesses from him, as money,
plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing
to his; 9 note
yet, had he mistook him, and sent
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to me, I should ne'er have deny'd his occasion so
many talents.
Enter Servilius.
Ser.
See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have
sweat to see his honour.—My honour'd lord,—
[To Lucius.
Luc.
Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare
thee well:—Commend me to thy honourable-virtuous
lord, my very exquisite friend.
Ser.
May it please your honour, my lord hath
sent—
Luc.
Ha! what hath he sent? I am so much endear'd
to that lord; he's ever sending; How shall
I thank him, think'st thou? And what has he sent
now?
Ser.
He has only sent his present occasion now,
my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant
use with so many talents1 note.
Luc.
I know, his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
Ser.
But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
2 note
If his occasion were not virtuous,
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I should not urge it 3 notehalf so faithfully.
Luc.
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser.
Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.
Luc.
What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish
myself against such a good time, when I might
have shewn myself honourable? how unluckily it
happen'd, 4 note
that I should purchase the day before
for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour?—
Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to
do't; the more beast, I say:—I was sending to use
lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness;
but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had
done it now. Commend me bountifully to his good
lordship; and, I hope, his honour will conceive
the fairest of me, because I have no power to be
kind:—And tell him this from me, I count it one
of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure
such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius,
will you befriend me so far, as to use my own words
to him?
-- 374 --
Ser.
Yes, sir, I shall.
Luc.
I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.—
[Exit Servilius.
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once deny'd, will hardly speed.
[Exit.
1 Stran.
Do you observe this, Hostilius?
2 Stran.
Ay, too well.
1 Stran.
Why, this is the world's sport;
And just of the same piece is every 5 note
flatterer's soul.
Who can call him his friend,
That dips in the same dish? for, in my knowing,
Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse;
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages: He ne'er drinks,
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet, (O, see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!)
He does deny him, 6 note
in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
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3 Stran.
Religion groans at it.
1 Stran.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me,
To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
7 note
I would have put my wealth into donation8 note
,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart: But, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.
[Exeunt.
-- 376 --
SCENE III.
Sempronius's House.
Enter Sempronius, with a Servant of Timon's.
Sem.
Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum! 'Bove all others?
He might have try'd lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: 9Q0982 All these
Owe their estates unto him.
Serv.
My lord,
9 noteThey have all been touch'd, and found base metal; for
They have all deny'd him?
Sem.
How! have they deny'd him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!—
It shews but little love or judgment in him.
Must I be his last refuge? 1 note
His friends, like physicians,
Thrive, give him over 9Q0983; Must I take the cure upon me?
-- 377 --
He has much disgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er receiv'd gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
1 noteI had such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin.
[Exit.
Serv.
Excellent!2 note Your lordship's a goodly villain.
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3 noteThe devil knew not what he did, when he
made man politick; 9Q0984 he cross'd himself by't: and I
cannot think, but, in the end, the villainies of man4 note
last puzzle him,
will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear
foul? 5 notetakes virtuous copies to be wicked;
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like those that, under hot ardent zeal, would set
whole realms on fire.
Of such a nature is his politick love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save only the gods: Now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth, must 6 notekeep his house.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
Timon's hall.
Enter Varro, Titus, Hortensius, 7 noteLucius, and other servants
of Timon's creditors, who wait for his coming out.
Var.
Well met; good morrow, Titus, and Hortensius.
Tit.
The like to you, kind Varro.
Hor.
Lucius?
What, do we meet together?
Luc.
Ay, and, I think,
One business does command us all; for mine
Is money.
Tit.
So is theirs, and ours.
Enter Philotus.
Luc.
And sir Philotus too!
Phi.
Good day at once.
-- 380 --
Luc.
Welcome, good brother. What do you think
the hour?
Phi.
Labouring for nine.
Luc.
So much?
Phi.
Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc.
Not yet.
Phi.
I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
Luc.
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
You must consider, that 8 note
a prodigal's course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear,
'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.
Phi.
I am of your fear for that.
Tit.
I'll shew you how to observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.
Hor.
Most true, he does.
Tit.
And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.
Hor.
It is against my heart.
Luc.
Mark, how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.
Hor.
9 noteI am weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
Var.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: What's yours?
Luc.
Five thousand mine.
-- 381 --
Var.
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
1 note
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius.
Tit.
One of lord Timon's men.
Luc.
Flaminius! sir, a word: Pray, is my lord
Ready to come forth?
Flam.
No, indeed, he is not.
Tit.
We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
Flam.
I need not tell him that; he knows, you
are too diligent.
[Exit Flaminius.
Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Luc.
Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
Tit.
Do you hear, sir?
Var.
By your leave, sir,—
Flav.
What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit.
We wait for certain money here, sir.
-- 383 --
Flav.
Ay, if money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they would smile, and fawn upon his debts,
And take down the interest in their gluttonous maws;
You do yourselves but wrong, to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly:
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luc.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Flav.
If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves.
[Exit.
Var.
How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter?
Tit.
No matter what; he's poor,
And that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader
Than he that has no house to put his head in?
Such may rail 'gainst great buildings.
2 noteEnter Servilius.
Tit.
O, here's Servilius; now we shall know
Some answer.
Serv.
If I might beseech you, gentlemen,
To repair some other hour, I should
Derive much from it: for, take it on my soul,
My lord leans wond'rously to discontent:
His comfortable temper has forsook him;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Luc.
Many do keep their chambers, are not sick:
And, if he be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.
Ser.
Good gods!
-- 382 --
Tit.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.
Flam. [Within.]
Servilius, help!—my lord! my lord!
Enter Timon, in a rage.
Tim.
What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my jail?
The place, which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, shew me an iron heart?
Luc.
Put in now, Titus.
Tit.
My lord, here is my bill.
Luc.
Here's mine.
Var.
And mine, my lord.
Caph.
And ours, my lord.
Phi.
All our bills.
Tim.
Knock me down with 'em3 note
, cleave me to the
girdle.
Luc.
Alas! my lord,—
Tim.
Cut my heart in sums.
Tit.
Mine, fifty talents.
Tim.
Tell out my blood.
Luc.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
Tim.
Five thousand drops pays that.—
What yours?—and yours?
-- 384 --
1 Var.
My lord,—
2 Var.
My lord,
Tim.
Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
[Exit.
Hor.
'Faith, I perceive, our masters may throw
their caps at their money; these debts may be well
call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
[Exeunt.
Re-enter Timon, and Flavius.
Tim.
They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves:
Creditors!—devils.
Flav.
My dear lord,—
Tim.
What if it should be so?
Flav.
My lord,—
Tim.
I'll have it so:—My steward!
Flav.
Here, my lord.
Tim.
So fitly?—Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius4 note, all;
I'll once more feast the rascals.
Flav.
O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.
Tim.
Be it 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.
-- 385 --
SCENE V.
The Senate-house.
Senators, and Alcibiades.
1 Sen.
My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's bloody;
'Tis necessary, he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
2 Sen.
Most true; the law shall bruise 'em.
Alc.
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
1 Sen.
Now, captain?
Alc.
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 stept into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
5 note
He is a man, 6 note
setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues:
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardise;
(An honour in him, which buys out his fault)
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
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He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober 7 noteand unnoted passion
8 note
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.
1 Sen.
9 noteYou 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 man-slaughter 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:
-- 387 --
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe; 1 note
and make his wrongs
His outsides; to wear them like his raiment, carelesly;
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?
Alc.
My lord,—
1 Sen.
You cannot make gross sins look clear;
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alc.
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 it,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, 2 note
what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;
3 note
The ass, more captain than the lion; and the fellow,
-- 388 --
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good:
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is 4 note
sin's extreamest gust;
But, in defence, 5 note
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.
2 Sen.
You breathe in vain.
Alc.
In vain? his service done
-- 389 --
At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium,
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
1 Sen.
What's that?
Alc.
Why, I 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?
2 Sen.
He has made too much plenty 6 notewith 'em; he
7 note
Is 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.
1 Sen.
He dies.
Alc.
Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,
(Though his right arm might purchase his own time,
And be in debt to none) yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both:
And, for I know, 8 note
your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honours to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;
-- 390 --
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
1 Sen.
We are for law, he dies; urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure: Friend, or brother,
He forfeits his own blood, that spills another.
Alc.
Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.
2 Sen.
How?
Alc.
Call me to your remembrances.
3 Sen.
What?
Alc.
I cannot think, but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be, 9 noteI should prove so base,
To sue, and be deny'd such common grace:
My wounds ake at you.
1 Sen.
1 note
Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee for ever.
Alc.
Banish me?
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.
1 Sen.
If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment.
2 note
And, not to swell our spirit,
-- 391 --
He shall be executed presently.
[Exeunt Senate.
Alc.
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? Ha! banishment?
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, 3 note
and lay for hearts. 9Q0985
-- 392 --
'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds 9Q0986;
Soldiers as little should brook wrongs, as gods.
[Exit.
SCENE VI.
Timon's house.
Enter divers Senators at several doors.
1 Sen.
The good time of day to you, sir.
2 Sen.
I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable
lord did but try us this other day.
1 Sen.
4 note
Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when
we encounter'd: I hope, it is not so low with him,
as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
2 Sen.
It should not be, by the persuasion of his
new feasting.
1 Sen.
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 conjur'd me beyond
them, and I must needs appear.
2 Sen.
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 Sen.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.
-- 393 --
2 Sen.
Every man here's so. What would he have
borrow'd of you?
1 Sen.
A thousand pieces.
2 Sen.
A thousand pieces!
1 Sen.
What of you?
3 Sen.
He sent to me, sir,—Here he comes.
Enter Timon, and Attendants.
Tim.
With all my heart, gentlemen both:—And
how fare you?
1 Sen.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Sen.
The swallow follows not summer more willingly,
than we your lordship.
Tim. [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 musick awhile; if they will fare so harshly
as on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't presently.
1 Sen.
I hope, it remains not unkindly with your
lordship, that I return'd you an empty messenger.
Tim.
O, sir, let it not trouble you.
2 Sen.
My noble lord,—
Tim.
Ah, my good friend! what cheer?
[The banquet brought in.
2 Sen.
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of
shame, that, when your lordship this other day sent
to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
Tim.
Think not on't, sir.
2 Sen.
If you had sent but two hours before,—
Tim.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
—Come, bring in all together.
2 Sen.
All cover'd dishes!
1 Sen.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
3 Sen.
Doubt not that, if money, and the season can
yield it.
1 Sen.
How do you? What's the news?
-- 394 --
3 Sen.
Alcibiades is banish'd: Hear you of it?
Both.
Alcibiades banish'd!
3 Sen.
'Tis so, be sure of it.
1 Sen.
How? how?
2 Sen.
I pray you, upon what?
Tim.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?
3 Sen.
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast
toward.
2 Sen.
This is the old man still.
2 Sen.
Will't hold? will't hold?
2 Sen.
It does: but time will—and so—
3 Sen.
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 alike5 note. 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 prais'd: 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 be 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.—6 noteThe rest of your fees, O gods,—
the senators of Athens, 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.
-- 395 --
Some speak.
What does his lordship mean?
Some other.
I know not.
Tim.
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm water
7 note
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled 8 note
you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
[Throwing water in their faces.
Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long9 note
,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, 1 notetime's flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and 2 note
minute-jacks!
Of man, and beast, the 3 noteinfinite malady
Crust you quite o'er!—What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physick first,—thou too,—and thou;—
[Throws the dishes at them.
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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!
[Exit.
Re-enter the Senators.
1. Sen.
How now, my lords?
2. Sen.
Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury?
3 Sen.
Pish! did you see my cap?
4 Sen.
I have lost my gown.
1. Sen.
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?
2 Sen.
Did you see my cap?
3 Sen.
Here 'tis.
4 Sen.
Here lies my gown.
1 Sen.
Let's make no stay.
2 Sen.
Lord Timon's mad.
3 Sen.
I feel't upon my bones.
4 Sen.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
[Exeunt.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
