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Came not my friend, nor I.
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.
Beseech your honour, To make it known to us.
You'll take it ill.
indeed? Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a
knave, That mightily deceives you. Both.
Do we, my lord?
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Rid me these villains from your companies:
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
[To the Painter. Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside
[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye
slaves: You have done work for me, there's payment:
[Exit, beating and driving them out.
SCE NE II.
Enter Flavius, and two Senators. Flao. It is in vain that you would speak with
Timon; For he is set so only to himself, That nothing, but himself, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
Here is his cave.Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! Look out, and speak to friends: The Athenians, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.
Enter Timon, Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn!-Speak,
and be hang’d: For each true word, a blister! and each false Be as a caut’rizing to the root o' the tongue, Consuming it with speaking! 1 Sen.
Worthy Timo11,Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them; and would send them back
the plague, Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen.
O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators, with one consent of love, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
You witch me in it; Surprize me to the very brink of tears: Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. 1 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, Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name Live with authority:--s0, soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild; Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up His country's peace. 2 Sen.
And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. 1 Sen..
Therefore, Timon,Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore I will, sir; Thus,
If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, It will be seen tó-morrow; My long sickness Of health, and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough! I Sen.
We speak in vain. T'im. But yet I love my country; and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruit doth put it. 1 Sen.
That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,- Sen. These words become your lips as they pass