With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine: when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retired me to a wasteful cock,* And set mine eyes at flow. INGRATITUDE. They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall,† want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honour able, But yet they could have wish’d—they know not—but Something hath been amiss-a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity And so, intending‡ other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,§ ACT III. THE MISERABLE SHIFTS OF INGRATITUDE. Ser. 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 sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents. Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents. * A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste. ti. e. At an ebb. same meaning as attending. Intending, had anciently the § Broken hints, abrupt remarks. A half cap is a cap slightly moved, not put off 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? 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't; 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 will look you out a good turn, Servilius.— [Exit SERVILIUS. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed; And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed. [Exit. AGAINST DUELLING. Your words have took such pains, as if they la bour'd To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling Is valour misbegot, and came into the world The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly; "If he did not want it for a good use." TIMON'S EXECRATION OF THE ATHENIANS. SCENE.-Without the walls of Athens. Do't in your parent's eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, * Common sewers. ti. e. Contrarieties, whose nature it is to waste or detroy each other. For libertinism. A FRIEND FORSAKEN. As we do turn our backs From our companior, thrown into his grave: Slink all away; leave their false vows with him With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, ON GOLD. [Digging Earth, yield me roots! Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate With thy most operant poison! What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, I am no idle votarist.* Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, fair; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; * No insincere cr inconstant supplicant. Gold will not serve me instead of roots. + Sorrowful. i. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness and freshness of youth. TIMON TO ALCIBIADES. Go on, here's gold,-go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, TO THE COURTESANS. Consumption sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruf fians bald; And let the unscar'd braggarts of the war Derive some pain from you. * Cutting. + Without pity. † An allusion to the tale of Cedipus §i. e. Against objects of charity and compassion. |