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It shows but little love or judgment in him: 10 Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrice give him over; must I take the cure upon me?
He has much disgrac'd me in 't; I'm 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 I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.
I'd 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 but in the end the villanies 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
So is theirs and ours.
Your lord sends now for money.
Hor. It is against my heart.
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 worth than stealth. First Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours?
Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine.
First Var. Serv. "Tis much deep and it should seem by the sum,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
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. 40
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.
Second Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,-
If money were as certain as your waiting,
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills When your false masters eat of my lord's meat? Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts, And take down the interest into their gluttonous
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
And Sir Philotus too! Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
Phi. Good day at once. Luc. Serv. Welcome, good brother. What do you think the hour? Phi.
Luc. Serv. So much? Phi.
Labouring for nine. Is not my lord seen yet? Not yet..
Be 't not in thy care; go,
and that's revenge enough. Who can speak Tit. broader than he that has no house to put his I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide head in? such may rail against great buildings. Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
An if it be so far beyond his health,
Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. Tim. What are my doors oppos'd against my passage? 80
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Tit. My lord, here is my bill.
to the girdle.
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,
Tim. Cut my heart in sums.
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord.
Tim. Tear me, take me; and the gods fall upon you! Exit. 100 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:
SCENE V.-The Same. The Senate-house. The Senate sitting.
First Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault 's
Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die; Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Second Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him.
Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.
Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
First Sen. Now, captain?
Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice,
And with such sober and unnoted passion
First Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox.
To bring manslaughter into form, and set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which indeed
His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly.
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
First Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear;
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Aleib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
As you are great, be pitifully good:
But who is man that is not angry?
Second Sen. You breathe in vain.
In vain! his service done
At Lacedæmon and Byzantium
First Sen. What's that?
Alcib. I say, my lords, he has done fair service,
He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often
Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. My lords, if not for any parts in him,
SCENE VI.-The Same. A Room of State in TIMON'S House.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators, and Others, 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: hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
Second 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 Though his right arm might purchase his own conjured me beyond them, and I must needs
And be in debt to none, yet, more to move you,
On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,
Second Sen. How!
Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. Third Sen.
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
First 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!
Second Lord. This is the old man still.
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 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 are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water. Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not.
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
The gods confound-hear me, you good gods | I'll follow and inquire him out:
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!
I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold I'll be his steward still.
Amen. Exit. SCENE III.-Woods and Cave, near the Sea-shore.
SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in TIMON's House. Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants. First Serv. Hear you, Master steward! where's
Good fellows all,
As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
They embrace, and part several ways,
To have his pomp and all what state compounds
Nor has he with him to supply his life,
Tim. O blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth
Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,
But by contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;
It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,