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Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON behind, unseen by them.
PAIN. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
POET. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true, that he 's so full of gold?
PAIN. Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
POET. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
PAIN. Nothing else; you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. There fore 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.
POET. What have you now to present unto him? PAIN. Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will promise him an excellent piece. POET. I must serve him so too,-tell him of an intent that 's coming toward him.
PAIN. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise, is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
TIM. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
POET. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him: it must be a personating of him self: a satire against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
TIM. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine. own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
POET. Nay, let's seek him:
SCENE 1.-Before Timon's Cave.
Then do we sin against our own estate,
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
I am sure, you have: speak truth: you're honest
PAIN. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore Came not my friend nor I.
TIM. Good honest men!-Thou draw'st a coun
TIM. I'll meet you at the turn.-What a god 's Best in all Athens: thou 'rt, indeed, the best;
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam;
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
POET. Hail, worthy Timon!
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
He and myself
TIM. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen and known. PAIN. Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it. TIM.
Ay, you are honest men. PAIN. We are hither come to offer you our service. TIM. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. BOTH. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
TIM. You're honest men: you've heard that I have gold;
PAIN. So, so, my lord TIM. Even so, sir, as I say.-And, for thy fiction, [To the Poet Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, That thou art even natural in thine art.But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, I must needs say you have a little fault: Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I You take much pains to mend. BOTH.
To make it known to us.
Beseech your honour
You'll take it ill.
Will you, indeed
BOTH. Most thankfully, my lord.
BOTH. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Do we, my lord? TIM. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dis semble,
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
PAIN. I know none such, my lord.
Nor I. TIM. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
Rid me these villains from your companies:
BOTH. Name them, my lord, let 's know them.
Each man apart, all single and alone, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
If, where thou art, two villains shall not be,
[To the Painter. Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.Hence! pack! there's gold, you came for gold, ye slaves:
You have done work for me, there's payment: hence!
Out, rascal dogs!
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
Stay not, all's in vain.
Enter FLAVIUS, and Two Senators.
FLAV. It is vain that you would speak with Timon;
That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
Bring us to his cave:
It is our part, and promise to the Athenians,
To speak with Timon.
At all times alike
Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross:
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of it own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram:
You witch me in it;
Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes,
I SEN. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens (thine and ours) to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
And shakes his threat'ning sword
TIM. Well, sir, I will, therefore, I will, sir,-
If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
That Timon-cares not. But if he sack fair Athens,
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;
I cannot choose but tell him, that-I care not,
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
TIM. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
TIM. Commend me to my loving countrymen,
I SEN. These words become your lips as they pass
2 SEN. And enter in our ears like great triúmphers
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
And let him take 't at worst; for their knives care not, And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends,
SCENE III.-The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a rough Tomb near it.
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON. SOLD. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho!-No answer? What is this? [Reads.] TIMON IS DEAD!-who hath outstretch'd his span,-
Some beast-read this; there does not live a man.
SCENE IV. Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces.
ALCIB. Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
By humble message and by promis'd means;
Were not erected by their hands from whom
For private faults in them.
All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square to take,
Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
SOLD. My noble general, Timon is dead;
ALCIB. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft.
Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked caitiffs left!
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make
ESCAL. My lord.
DUKE. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains, But that, to your sufficiency, as your worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you 're as pregnant in
[Giving it. From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.-
[Exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply, Lent him our terror, drest him with our love, And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: what think you of it?
SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace
ESCAL. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo.
DUKE. Look where he comes.
ANG. Always obedient to your grace's will,
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
In our remove be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
[Giving it. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamp'd upon it.
No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us; and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: To the hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions.
ANG. Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. DUKE. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple: your scope is as mine own, So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand.
I'll privily away: I love the people,
A power I have, but of what strength and nature
2 GENT. No? a dozen times at least.
I GENT. What, in metre?
LUCIO. In any proportion or in any language. I GENT. I think, or in any religion. LUCIO. Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example,-thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.
I GENT. Well, there went but a pair of shears between us. LUCIO. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: thou art the list.
I GENT. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou 'rt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? LUCIO. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will out of thine own ESCAL. I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I
ANG. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point.
live, forget to drink after thee.
I GENT. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
2 GENT. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes!
I GENT. I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to
2 GENT. To what, I pray?
2 GENT. To three thousand dollars a year.
I GENT. Ay, and more.
LUCIO. A French crown more.
2 GENT. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error,-I am sound.
and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
2 GENT. Who's that, I pray thee?
MRS. Ov. Marry, sir, that 's Claudio; signior Claudio.
I GENT. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.
MRS. Ov. Nay, but I know, 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off. LUCIO. But, after all this fooling, I would not have Art thou sure of this?
MRS. Ov. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting madam Julietta with child.
LUCIO. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.
2 GENT Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
I GENT. But, most of all, agreeing with the pro clamation.
LUCIO. Away! let's go learn the truth of it. [Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen. MRS. OV. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
How now! what's the news with you?
MRS. OV. But what 's his offence?
POм. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. MRS. OV. What, is their a maid with child by him?
POм. No; but there's a woman with maid by him: you have not heard of the proclamation, have you? MRS. OV. What proclamation, man?
POM. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
MRS. Ov. And what shall become of those in the city?
POм. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. MRS. Ov. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
POм. To the ground, mistress.
MRS. Ov. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth! What shall become of me?
POм. Come: fear not you: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage! there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.
MRS. Ov. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? let's withdraw.
POм. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt. Enter PROVOST, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers. CLAUD. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
CLAUD. Thus can the demi-god Authority
Make us pay down for our offe ce by weight.-
Re-enter LUCIO and Gentlemen.
LUCIO. Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?
CLAUD. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil, and when we drink, we die.
LUCIO. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest,
I would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment.-What's thy offence, Claudio?
CLAUD. What but to speak of would offend again. LUCIO. What, is 't murder?
CLAUD. Call it so.
PROV. Away, sir! you must go.
CLAUD. One word, good friend.-Lucio, a word with you. [Takes him aside.