SCENE I.
The Same. A Room in Lucullus's House.
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
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bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius,
you are very respectively welcome, sir.—Fill me some
wine.—[Exit Servant.] 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 Flamiuius?
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 often I have
dined 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 have told him on't, but I could ne'er get him
from it.
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 observed 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 knowest well enough,
although thou comest to me, that this is no time to
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lend money, especially upon bare friendship, without
security. Here's three solidares 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,
And 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!
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods!
I feel my master's passion. This slave,
Unto his honour, 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 of nature,
Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
[Exit.
SCENE II.
The Same. A Public Place.
Enter Lucius, with Three Strangers.
Luc.
Who? the lord Timon? he is my very good
friend, and an honourable gentleman.
1 Stran.
We 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
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lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.
Luc.
Fie! 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 talents; 11Q0951 nay, urged extremely for't,
and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was
denied.
Luc.
How?
2 Stran.
I tell you, denied, my lord.
Luc.
What a strange case was that! now, before
the gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable
man? there was very little honour showed in't. For
my own part, I must needs confess, I have received
some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate,
jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his;
yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should
ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
Enter Servilius.
Ser.
See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have
sweat to see his honour.—My honoured 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 has he sent? I am so much endeared
to that lord, he's ever sending: how shall I thank him,
thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
Ser.
He has only sent1 note his present occasion now, my
lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
with so many talents.
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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.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half 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
shown myself honourable! how unluckily it happened,
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; 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 mine
own words to him?
Ser.
Yes, sir, I shall.
Luc.
I'll look you out of a good turn, Servilius.—
[Exit Servilius.
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
[Exit Lucius.
1 Stran.
Do you observe this, Hostilius?
2 Stran.
Ay, too well.
1 Stran.
Why this
Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's sport8 note. Who can call him
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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, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
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,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
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.
SCENE III.
The Same. A Room in Sempronius's House.
Enter Sempronius, and a Servant of Timon's.
Sem.
Must he needs trouble me in't? Humph! 'Bove all others?
He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
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Owe their estates unto him.
Serv.
My lord,
They have all been touch'd, and found base metal;
For they have all denied him.
Sem.
How! have they denied him?
Have Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? humph!
It shows but little love or judgment in him:
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrice give him over9 note
! must I take the cure upon me?
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 received 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 amongst lords I be thought a fool10 note.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd 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! Your lordship's a goodly villain.
The devil knew not what he did, when he made man
politic; he crossed himself by't: and I cannot think,
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but, in the end, the villainies of man will set him clear.
How fairly this lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous
copies to be wicked; like those that, under hot
ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire. Of such
a nature is his politic 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 keep his house.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
The same. A Hall in Timon's House.
Enter Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of
Lucius, meeting Titus, Hortensius, and other Servants
to Timon's Creditors, waiting his coming out.
Var. Serv.
Well met; good-morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
Tit.
The like to you, kind Varro.
Hor.
Lucius?
What, do we meet together?
Luc. Serv.
Ay; and, I think,
One business does command us all, for mine
Is money.
Tit.
So is theirs, and ours.
Enter Philotus.
Luc. Serv.
And, sir,
Philotus too!
Phi.
Good day at once.
Luc. Serv.
Welcome, good brother.
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What do you think the hour?
Phi.
Labouring for nine.
Luc. Serv.
So much?
Phi.
Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Serv.
Not yet.
Phi.
I wonder on't: he was wont to shine at seven.
Luc. Serv.
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
You must consider, that a prodigal 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 show you how t' 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. Serv.
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.
I'm 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.
1 Var. Serv.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours?
Luc. Serv.
Five thousand mine.
1 Var. Serv.
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd1 note.
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Enter Flaminius.
Tit.
One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Serv.
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. Serv.
Ha! is not that his Steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
Tit.
Do you hear, sir?
1 Var. Serv.
By your leave, sir,—
Flav.
What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit.
We wait for certain money here, sir.
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 ate
Of my lord's meat? Then, they could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down the interest
Into 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. Serv.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Flav.
If 'twill not serve,
'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves.
[Exit.
1 Var. Serv.
How! what does his cashier'd worship
mutter?
2 Var. Serv.
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 against
great buildings.
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Enter Servilius.
Tit.
O! here's Servilius; now we shall know some
answer.
Ser.
If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair
some other hour, I should derive much from't; for,
take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him:
he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Luc. Serv.
Many do keep their chambers, are not sick:
And if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.
Serv.
Good gods!
Tit.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.
Flam. [Within.]
Servilius, help! — my lord! my lord!
Enter Timon, in a rage; Flaminius, following.
Tim.
What! are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
Luc. Serv.
Put in now, Titus.
Tit.
My lord, here is my bill.
Luc. Serv.
Here's mine.
Hor. Serv.
And mine, my lord2 note.
Both Var. Serv.
And ours, my lord.
Phi.
All our bills.
Tim.
Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
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Luc. Serv.
Alas! my lord,—
Tim.
Cut my heart in sums.
Tit.
Mine, fifty talents.
Tim.
Tell out my blood.
Luc. Serv.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
Tim.
Five thousand drops pays that.—
What yours?—and yours?
1 Var. Serv.
My lord,—
2 Var. Serv.
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 well be called
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 Sempronius; Ullorxa, all3 note:
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
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A moderate table.
Tim.
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.
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 him4 note.
Alcib.
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
1 Sen.
Now, captain?
Alcib.
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 him5 note 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 with such sober and unnoted passion
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He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument. 11Q0952
1 Sen.
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?
Alcib.
My lord,—
1 Sen.
You cannot make gross sins look clear:
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alcib.
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,
And the ass more captain than the lion; the fellow,
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 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?
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Weigh but the crime with this.
2 Sen.
You breathe in vain.
Alcib.
In vain? his service done
At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium,
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
1 Sen.
What's that?
Alcib.
Why, say, my lords6 note, 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 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 11Q0953
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions. 'Tis inferr'd to us7 note
,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
1 Sen.
He dies.
Alcib.
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 them both:
And for, I know, your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour 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;
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
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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.
Alcib.
Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.
2 Sen.
How!
Alcib.
Call me to your remembrances.
3 Sen.
What!
Alcib.
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.
1 Sen.
Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for ever.
Alcib.
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. And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
[Exeunt Senators.
Alcib.
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,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts8 note
.
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'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods.
[Exit.
SCENE VI.
A Banquet-hall in Timon's House.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, at several Doors.
1 Lord.
The good time of day to you, sir.
2 Lord.
I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable
lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring9 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.
2 Lord.
It should not be, by the persuasion of his
new feasting.
1 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.
2 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.
1 Lord.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.
2 Lord.
Every man here's so. What would he have
borrowed of you?
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1 Lord.
A thousand pieces.
2 Lord.
A thousand pieces!
1 Lord.
What of you?
3 Lord.
He sent to me, sir,—Here he comes.
Enter Timon, and Attendants.
Tim.
With all my heart, gentlemen both:—And
how fare you?
1 Lord.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Lord.
The swallow follows not summer more willing,
than we your lordship.
Tim. [Aside.]
Nor more willingly leaves winter;
such summer-birds are men. [To them.] Gentlemen,
our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast
your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so
harshly o' the trumpet's sound; we shall to't presently.
1 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.
2 Lord.
My noble lord,—
Tim.
Ah! my good friend, what cheer?
[The Banquet brought in.
2 Lord.
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 Lord.
If you had sent but two hours before,—
Tim.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
—Come, bring in all together.
2 Lord.
All covered dishes!
1 Lord.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
3 Lord.
Doubt not that, if money, and the season
can yield it.
1 Lord.
How do you? What's the news?
3 Lord.
Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?
1 & 2 Lord.
Alcibiades banished!
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3 Lord.
'Tis so; be sure of it.
1 Lord.
How? how?
2 Lord.
I pray you, upon what?
Tim.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?
3 Lord.
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble
feast toward.
2 Lord.
This is the old man still.
3 Lord.
Will't hold? will't hold?
2 Lord.
It does; but time will—and so—
3 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. 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 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
lag10 note 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.
Some speak.
What does his lordship mean?
Some other.
I know not.
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Tim.
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
[Throwing Water in their Faces.
Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears;
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 them 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.
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.
1 Lord.
How now, my lords!
2 Lord.
Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury?
3 Lord.
Push1 note! did you see my cap?
4 Lord.
I have lost my gown.
3 Lord.
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?
4 Lord.
Did you see my cap?
2 Lord.
Here 'tis.
4 Lord.
Here lies my gown.
1 Lord.
Let's make no stay.
-- 555 --
2 Lord.
Lord Timon's mad.
3 Lord.
I feel't upon my bones.
4 Lord.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
[Exeunt.
J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
