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thee.

Flav. Have you forgot me, sir?

Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true · Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure), men;

Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, Then, if thou grant'st thou 'rt a man, I have forgot If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal

gifts, Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. Expecting in return twenty for one? Tim. Then I know thee not.

Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose I ne'er had honest man about me, I; all

breast I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains. Doubt and suspect, alas! are placed too late; Flav. The gods are witness,

You should have feared false times when you did Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief

feast; For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Suspect still comes where an estate is least. Tim. What, dost thou weep?—Come nearer: That which I shew, Heaven knows, is merely love, then I love thee,

Duty and zeal, to your unmatched mind; Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Care of your food and living; and believe it, Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give My most honoured lord, But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping: For any benefit that points to me, Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with Either in hope or present, I'd exchange weeping!

For this one wish, that you had power and wealth Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, To requite me, by making rich yourself. To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth 1 Tim. Look thee,'t is so !—Thou singly honest lasts,

man, To entertain me as your steward still.

Here, take :-the gods out of my misery Tim. Had I a steward

Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy: So true, so just, and now so comfortable ?

But thus conditioned: thou shalt build from men; It almost turns my dangerous nature wild. Hate all, curse all; shew charity to none; Let me behold thy face.-Surely this man But let the famished flesh slide from the bone, Was born of woman.

Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim

them, One honest man,-mistake me not,-but one; Debts wither them to nothing : be men like No more, I pray;—and he's a steward.

blasted woods, How fain would I have hated all mankind, And may diseases lick up their false bloods! And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, | And so farewell, and thrive. I fell with curses.

Flav. O, let me stay and comfort you, my Methinks thou art more honest now than wise ;

master! For, by oppressing and betraying me,

Tim. If thou hat'st curses, Thou mightst have sooner got another service: Stay not; fly while thou’rt blessed and free : For many so arrive at second masters,

Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

[Exeunt, severally.

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performance is ever the duller for his act; and, Both. What we can do we'll do, to do you but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the

service. deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is Tim. You are honest men. You have heard most courtly and fashionable: performance is a

that I have gold; kind of will or testament, which argues a great I am sure you have : speak truth: you are honest sickness in his judgment that makes it.

men. Tim. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore a man so bad as is thyself.

Came not my friend nor I. Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have Tim. Good honest men. Thou draw'st a counprovided for him. It must be a personating of

terfeit

[ To the Painter. himself: a satire against the softness of pros Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; perity; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries Thou counterfeit'st most lively. that follow youth and opulency.

Pain. So, so, my lord. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. Even so, sir, as I say.—And for thy fiction, thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults

TTo the Poet. in other men? Do so; I have gold for thee. Why, thy verses swell with stuffso fine and smooth, Poet. Nay, let's seek him :

That thou art even natural in thine art.Then do we sin against our own estate,

But for all this, my honest-natured friends, When we may profit meet, and come too late. I must needs say, you have a little fault: Pain. True;

Marry, 't is not monstrous in you; neither wish I
When the day serves, before black-cornered night, You take much pains to mend.
Find what thou want'st by free and offered light. Both. Beseech your honour,
Come.

To make it known to us.
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, Tim. You 'll take it ill.
That he is worshipped in a baser temple

Both. Most thankfully, my lord.
Than where swine feed!

Tim. Will you indeed? "Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. foam;

Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a Settlest admired reverence in a slave:

knave, To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye That mightily deceives you. Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey! Both. Do we, my lord ? 'Fit I meet them.

[Advancing. Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him disPoet. Hail, worthy Timon!

semble, Pain. Our late noble master.

Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured Poet. Sir,

That he's a made-up villain. Having often of your open bounty tasted,

Pain. I know none such, my lord. Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off, Poet. Nor I. Whose thankless natures--0, abhorréd spirits! Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you Not all the whips of heaven are large enough

gold, What! to you!

Rid me these villains from your companies : Whose starlike nobleness gave life and influence Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover

draught, The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

Confound them by some course, and come to me, With any size of words.

I'll give you gold enough. Tim. Let it go naked; men may see't the better: Both. Name them, my lord ; let's know them. You that are honest, by being what you are, Tim. You that way, and you this; but two in Make them best seen and known.

company : Pain. He and myself

Each man apart, all single and alone, Have travelled in the great shower of your gifts, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. And sweetly felt it.

If where thou art two villains shall not be, I'im. Ay, you are honest men.

[To the Painter. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside service.

[To the Poet. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I | But where one villain is, then him abandon.requite you?

Hence! pack! there's gold; ye came for gold, Can you eat roots and drink cold water?—no.

ye slaves :

You have work for me; there's payment: hence!
You are an alchymist; make gold of that.-
Out, rascal dogs!

[Exit, beating and driving them out.

That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.

1st Sen. Bring us to his cave:
It is our part, and promise to the Athenians,
To speak with Timon.

2nd Sen. At all times alike
Men are not still the same. 'Twas time and griefs
That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand,
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him. Bring us to him,
And chance it as it may.

Flav. Here is his cave.-
Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon!

Scene II.- The same.
Enter Flavius and two Senators.
Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with

Timon;
For he is set so only to himself,

CON

Look out, and speak to friends. The Athenians, 1 Tim. I thank them; and would send them back By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:

the plague, Speak to them, noble Timon.

Could I but catch it for them.

Ist Sen. O, forget
Enter Timon.

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !—Speak, The senators, with one consent of love, and be hanged :

Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought For each true word, a blister! and each false On special dignities, which vacant lie Be as a caut’rising to the root o'the tongue, For thy best use and wearing. Consuming it with speaking !

2nd Sen. They confess Ist Sen. Worthy Timon,

Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross : Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Which now the public body,—which doth seldom 2nd Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Play the recanter,-feeling in itself Timon.

A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal

Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;

2nd Sen. And enter in our ears like great triAnd send forth us to make their sorrowed render,

úmphers Together with a recompense more fruitful | In their applauding gates. Than their offence can weigh down by the dram: Tim. Commend me to them; Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their acbés, losses, And write in thee the figures of their love,

Their pangs of love, with other incident throes Ever to read them thine.

That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain Tim. You witch me in it;

In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do Surprise me to the very brink of tears :

them: Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. 2nd Sen. I like this well; he will return again.

Ist Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close,
And of our Athens (thine and ours) to take That mine own use invites me to cut down,
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
Live with authority. So, soon we shall drive back From high to low throughout, that whoso please
Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;

To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, His country's peace.

And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. 2nd Sen. And shakes his threat’ning sword Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still Against the walls of Athens.

shall find him. 1st Sen. Therefore, Timon,

T'im. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore I will, sir : Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Thus,

Upon the beachéd verge of the salt flood; If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

Which once a day with his embosséd froth Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, And let my gravestone be your oracle. And take our goodly agéd men by the beards, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : Giving our holy virgins to the stain

What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained war; Graves only be men's works; and death their Then let him know,--and tell him, Timon speaks it

gain! ' In pity of our agéd and our youth,

Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,

[Exit Truon. And let him take 't at worst: for their knives care 1st Sen. His discontents are unremoveably not,

Coupled to nature. While you have throats to answer: for myself, 2nd Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp, And strain what other means is left unto us But I do prize it at my love before

In our dear peril. The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you

It requires swift foot. (Exeunt.
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers.

Flav. Stay not; all's in vain.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph;

Scene III.---The Walls of Athens.
It will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,

Enter two Senators, and a Messenger. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; | 1st Sen. Thou hast painfully discovered : are his Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,

files And last so long enough!

As full as thy report? 1st Sen. We speak in vain.

Mess. I have spoke the least :
T'im. But yet I love my country; and am not Besides, his expedition promises
One that rejoices in the common wreck,

Present approach.
As common bruit doth put it.

2nd Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring 1st Sen. That's well spoke.

not Timon. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,-! Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; Ist Sen. These words become your lips as they | Whom, though in general part we were opposed, pass through them.

Yet our old love made a particular force,

Ist Sen.

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