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Enter Cesar, and Attendants. | Dol. Here, on her breast, Dol. O, Sir, you are too sure an augurer;
There is a vent of blood, and something blown. That you did fear, is done.
The like is on her arm. Ces. Bravest at the last:
i Suard. This is an aspic's trail : and these She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal,
. Took her own way. The manner of their
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leares I do not see them bleed.
Upon the caves of Nile. Dol. Who was last with them?
Ces. Most probable, 1 Guurd. A simple country man, that brought
That so she died; for her physician tells pe, her tigs;
She had pursu'd conclusions* infinite This was his basket.
Of easy ways to die.—Take up her bed; Ces. Poison'd then.
And bear her women from the monument:1 Guard, () Cesar,
She shall be buried by her Antony:
[spake: This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and
No grave upon the earth shall clipt in it I found her trimming up the diadem
A pair so famous. High events as these On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
Strike those that make them; and their story is And on the sudden dropp’d.
No less in pity, than his glory, which Ces. () noble weakness !
Brought them to be lamented. Our army If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
shall, By external swelling: but she looks like sieep,
| In solemn show, attend the funeral; As she would catch another Antony
"P, | And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see In her strong toil of grace.*
High order in this great solemnity. [Eseunt. * Graceful appearance.
* Tried experiments,
TIMON OF ATHENS.
Timon, a noble Athenian.
Two SERVANTS of VARRO, and the SERVANT OF LUCIUS,
Isidore ; two of Timon's Creditors. LUCULLUS, Lords, and Flatterers of Timon CUPID, and MASKERS. . SEMPRONIUS,
Three STRANGERS. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends, Poet, PAINTER, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
AN OLD ATHENIAN. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.
PHRYNIA, } Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Thieves, and Attendants.
| Scene, Athens ; and the Woods adjoining.
Puin. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some SCENE 1.-Athens.-A Hall in Timon's
To the great lord.
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Enter Poet, Painter, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes (flint and others, at several Doors.
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the Poet. Good day, Sir.
Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Pain. I am glad you are well.
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes
Each bound it chafes. What have you there? the world?
Pain. A picture, Sir.-And when comes your Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
book forth? Poet. Ay, that's well known:
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment," But what particular rarity? what strange,
Let's see your piece.
[Sir Which manifold record not matches ? See,
Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power
Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excelHath conjur'd to attend. I know the inerchant.
lent. Pain. Iknow them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Pain. Indifferent. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord !
Poet. Admirable : How this grace Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, This eye shoots forth! how big imagination as it were,
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesTo an untirable and continuatet goodness: One inight interpret.
(ture He passes.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
It tutors nature : artificial strifet
Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd! It stains the glory in that happy verse
Poet. The senators of Athens:-Happy men! Which aptly sing's the good.
Pain. Look, more! Mer. 'Tis a good form.
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood (Looking at the Jewel.
of visitors. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, • laused by constant practice. + For continual. * As soon as my book has been presented to Town :le. Ixceeds, goes beyond common bounds.
+ I. e, The contest of art with nature,
1, Poet. llouch; Is't goocking of the life (ture
the vile, in that happy verse
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is hug
his debt; With amplest entertainment: My free drist His means most short, bis creditors most strait: Halts not particularly,* but moves itself Your honourable letter he desires [him, In a wide sea of wax: no leveli'd malice To those have shut him up; which failing to Infects one comma in the course I hold; Periods his comfort. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; Leaving no tract behind.
I am not of that feather, to sbake off [him Pain. How shall I understand you?
My friend when he must need me. I do know Poet, l'll unbolt to you.
A gentleman, that well deserves a help, You see how all conditions, how all minds, which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
free him. Of grave and austere quality.) tender down Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds tim. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
[me:Subdues and properties to his love and tend. And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to ance
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd But to support him after.- Fare you well. flattereri
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! To Apemantus, that few things loves better
[Erit. Than to abhor himself: even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace
Enter an old ATHENIAN. Most rich in Timon's nod.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Pain. I saw them speak together.
Tim. Freely, good father. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd La. hill,
cilius. Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base Tim. I have so: What of him ? o'the mount
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
before thee. That labour on the busom of this sphere
Tim. Attends he here, or no ?—Lucilius!
tol Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this Whose present grace to present slaves and ser
thy creature, Translates his rivals. .
| By night frequents my house. I am a man Puin. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks,
| That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, me
| And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Than one which holds a trencher. Bowing his head against the steepy mount
Tim. Well; what further ? To climb his happiness, would be well ex
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kia In our condition."
else, Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
On whom I may confer what I have got: All those which were his fellows but of late,
| The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, (Some better than his value,) on the moment
| And I have bred her at my dearest cost, Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tend
In qualities of the best. This man of thine ance,
| Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord, Rain sacrificial whisperings|| in his ear,
Join with me to forbid him her resort; Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Myself have spoke in vain. Drink the free air.
Tim. The man is honest. Pain, Ay, marry, what of these?
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change
His honesty rewards him in itself,
| It must not bear my daughter. Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend-1
Tim. Does she love him? Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
| Our own precedent passions do instruct us
P] What levity's in youth. down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Tim. 170 LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Pain. 'Tis common :
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts
of it. A thousand moral paintings I can show That sball demonstrate these quick blows of
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be fortune
missing, More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
| I call the gods to witness, I will choose To show lord 'limon, that mean eyes** have
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, The foot above the beari.
And dispossess her all.
Tim. How shall she be endow'd, Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the
If she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Ath. Three talents, on the presen:; in SERVANT of VENTIDIUS talking with him.
future, all. Tim. imprison'd is he, say you?
Tim. This gentleman of nine hath serv'd me # My design docs not stop at any particular character.
To build bis fortune, I will strain a little + Open, explain.
| For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy deur One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. To advance their conditions of life.
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoin, Whisperings of officious servility.
Inhale. -*le. Inferior spectators.
And make him weigh with her.
of mood, ate belove mountain's slip What levi
Old Ath. Most noble lord,
1 Apem. He wroagat better, that made the Pawn me to this your honour, she is bis. painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Pain. You are a dog. promise.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never What's she, if I be a dog? may
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger [Exeunt LUCILIUS and old ATHENIAN. / ladies. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live4pem. O, they eat lords; so they come by your lordship!
great bellies. Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from meloTim. That's a lascivious apprehension... anon:
[friend?! Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for Go not away.- What have you there, my thy labour.
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do be- Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, ApeYour lordship to accept.
(seech h mantus? Tim. Painting is welcome.
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which
Poet. How now, philosopher?
Poet. Art not one ?
Apem. Art not a poet?
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise?
work, where thou hast teign'd him a worthy Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. fellow, If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, | Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. It would unclewt me quite.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
[know, thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flatAs those, which sell, would give : But you well tered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that Things of like value, difiering in the owners, I were a lord! Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear! Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? You mend the jewel by wearing it. [lord, Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a Tim. Well mock'd.
lord with my heart... Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the com- Tim. What, thyself? mon tongue.
Apem. Ay. Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Wherefore ? Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. cbid?
Art not thou a merchant?
Mer, Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.
not! Mer. He'll spare none.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman-1. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god con. tus!
found thee! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good miorrow;
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Tim. What trumpet's that? Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou / Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and know'st them not.
Some twenty horse, all of companionship. -4 pem. Are they not Athenians ?
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide Tim. Yes.
to us.- (Exeunt some Attendants. Apem. Then I repent not.
You must needs dine with me :-Go not you Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
(done, Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's thy name.
| Show me this piece.-1 am joyful of your T'im. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
sights. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Tim. Whither art going?
Most welcome, Sir!
[They salute. Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Apem. So, so; there!brains.
Aches contract and starve your supple joints! Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
That there should be small love 'mongst these Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by
sout the law.
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apeman- Into baboon and monkey. Sus?
Alib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Most hungrily on your sight.
(teed Tim. Wrought te not well, that painted it? | Tim. Right welcome, Sir: # Pictures have no tiypocrisy; they are what they pro. * Alluding to the proverb : plain-dealing is a jewel, but 1242 to be.
+ lo unclew a man is to draw out the they who use it beggars, + Man is degenerated; nis Wrube mass of his fortunes.
strain or lineage is worn down to a monkey.
Apen heat fools. well, fare the me farewell
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time | Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. But where there is true friendship, there needs [ Exeunt uil but APEMANTUS.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
[They sit 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confessa Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still.
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have Apem. The most accursed thou, that still
you not? omit'st it.
Tim. Ó, Apemantus !-you are welcome. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. No, Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell
humour there twice.
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for But yond' man's ever angry. mean to give thee none.
Go, let him have a table by himself; 1 Lord. Hang thyself.
For he does neither affect company, Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Nor is he fit for it, indeed. make thy requests to thy friend.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Ti. 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn
mon; thee hence.
I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an ass,
(Exit. Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, I have no power: pr’ythee, let my meat make shall we in,
thee silent. And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes Apem. 1 scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, The very heart of kindness.
for I should
(ber 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a numgold,
Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! Is but his steward: no meed,* but he repays It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
In one man's blood; and all the madness is, But breeds the giver a return exceeding He cheers them up too.t All use of quittance.t
I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men: 1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Methinks they should invite them without That ever govern’d man.
knives; 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. we in?
There's much example for't; the fellow, that 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. (Exeunt. Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and
pledges SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of State in The breath of him in a divided draught, Timon's House.
| Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been IfI
(pror'd, Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in ; Flavius and others attending ; then
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at
meals ; enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCUL
Lest they should spy my windpipe's danger. LUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Atheniun Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then
ous notes ;
Great men should 'drink with harness on their comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discon. |
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the healtb Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd
go round. the gods remember
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. My father's age, and call him to long peace. Apem. Flow this way!
[mon, He is gone happy, and has left me rich: A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. TiThen, as in grateful virtue I am bound Those healths will make thee, and thy state, To your free heart, I do return those talents,
look ill. Doubled, with thanks, and service, from Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, whose help
Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire: I deriv'd liberty.
This, and iny food, are equals; there's no odds. Tim. (), by no means,
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; I gave it freely ever; and there's none
APEMANTUS' GRACE. an truly say, he gives, if he receives :
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; If our betters play at that game, we must not
I pray for no man, but myself: dare To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
Grant I may never prore so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond; Ven. A noble spirit. [They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping; Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
* Anger is a short madness. Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
+ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they
kill, and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are Mrel here means desert. + 1. e, all the customary feeding, cheers them to the chase. rulurns made in discharge of obligations.
1 Armour, 6 With sincerits
Tim. N. Tinon.