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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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Scene VI. [Footnote: A banqueting-room note in Timon's house. Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors. note

First Lord. note

The good time of day to you, sir.

Sec. Lord. note

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 note when we encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.

Sec. Lord.

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

First 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.

Sec. 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.

First Lord.

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

Sec. Lord.

Every man here's note so. What would he have borrowed of you?

First Lord.

A thousand pieces.

Sec. Lord.

A thousand pieces!

First Lord.

What of you?

Sec. Lord. note

He sent to me, sir,— note Here he comes.

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Enter Timon and Attendants.

Tim.

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

First Lord.

Ever at the best, hearing well of your lord- ship.

Sec. Lord.

The swallow follows not summer more willing note than we your lordship. note

Tim. [Aside]

Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men. note—Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly note o' the trumpet's note sound; we shall to 't presently.

First Lord.

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

Tim.

O, sir, let it not trouble you.

Sec. Lord.

My noble lord,— note

Tim.

Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

Sec. Lord.

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

Tim.

Think not on't, sir.

Sec. Lord.

If you had sent but two hours before— note

Tim.

Let it not cumber your better remembrance. [The banquet brought in. note] Come, bring in all together.

Sec. Lord.

All covered dishes!

First Lord.

Royal cheer, I warrant you.

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Third Lord. note

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

First Lord.

How do you? What's the news?

Third Lord.

Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? note

First and Sec. Lord. note

Alcibiades banished!

Third Lord.

'Tis so, be sure of it.

First Lord.

How? how?

Sec. Lord.

I pray you, upon what?

Tim.

My worthy friends, will you draw near?

Third Lord.

I'll tell you note more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.

Sec. Lord.

This is the old man still.

Third Lord.

Will 't hold? will 't note hold?

Sec. Lord.

It does: but time will—and so— note

Third 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 note. 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 be note 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. note The rest of your fees note, O gods,—the senators of Athens, together with the common

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lag note of people,—what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present note friends, as they are to me note nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they note welcome. note


Uncover, dogs, and lap. [The dishes note are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water. note

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 note and luke-warm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last note;
Who stuck and spangled you with note flatteries note,
Washes it note off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany. [Throwing note the water in their faces.] Live loathed, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools note of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies note,
Cap-and-knee slaves note, vapours, and minute-jacks! note
Of man and beast the infinite note malady note
Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
Soft! take thy physic first—thou too—and thou:—

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Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. [Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. note
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 note the Lords, Senators, &c.

First Lord.

How now, my lords!

Sec. Lord.

Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

Third Lord.

Push note! did you see my cap?

Fourth Lord. note

I have note lost my gown.

First Lord.

He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour note sways him. He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat it out note of my hat note. note Did you see my jewel?

Third Lord. note

Did you see my cap?

Sec. Lord. note

Here 'tis.

Fourth Lord.

Here lies my gown.

First Lord.

Let's make no stay.

Sec. Lord.
Lord Timon's mad.

Third Lord.
I feel't upon my bones.

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

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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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