SCENE V.
Timon's house.
Enter Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius.
Luc.
The good time of the day to you, Sir.
Lucul.
I also wish it to you; I think this honourable
lord did but try us this other day.
Sem.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when
we encountered. I hope it is not so low with him,
as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
Luc.
It should not be, by the persuasion of his
new feasting.
Lucul.
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.
Sem.
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.
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Lucul.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.
Sem.
Every man here's so. What would he
have borrow'd of you?
Luc.
A thousand pieces.
Sem.
A thousand pieces!
Luc.
What of you?
Sem.
He sent to me, Sir.—(Music announces Timon.)
—Here he comes.
Enter Timon and attendants.
Tim.
With all my heart, gentlemen—and how
fare you?
Sem.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
Lucul.
The swallow follows not summer more
willingly than we your lordship.
Tim.
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
as on the trumpet's sound.
Lucul.
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.
Sem.
My noble lord.
Tim.
Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
[The banquet brought in.
Sem.
Most honourable lord, I'm e'en sick of
shame, that when your lordship, t'other day, sent to
me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
Tim.
Think not on't, sir.
Sem.
If you had sent but two hours before—
Tim.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
Come, bring in all together.
Enter four Senators.
Lucul.
All covered dishes!
Sem.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
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Lucul.
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.
Tim.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?
Lucul.
This is the old man still.
Sem.
Will't hold? will't hold?
Lucul.
It does, but time will, and so—
Sem.
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. 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
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 Athens, together with the common
lag of people, what is amiss in them, you Gods,
make suitable for destruction. For these my friends,
as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them,
and to nothing are they welcome.—Uncover, dogs,
and lap!
Lucul. & Sem.
What does his lordship mean?
Tim.
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and lukewarm water
Is your perfect image. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany. Live loath'd and long—
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites—
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears—
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time-flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks;
Of man and beast the infinite malady
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Crust you quite o'er!—What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first—thou too—and thou—
[Throwing the dishes at them, and drives 'em out.
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.
George Lamb [1816], Shakspeare's Timon of Athens, as revived at the Theatre Royal, Drury-lane, On Monday, Oct. 28, 1816. Altered and adapted for representation, by the Hon. George Lamb (Printed for, and published by C. Chapple [etc.], London) [word count] [S41200].