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Came not my friend, nor I.
Tim, Good honest men: Thou draw'st a coun-

Best in all Athens: thou art, indeed, the best;
Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

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.
Both. Most thankfully, my lord.


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?
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dis-

Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep in your bosom: yet remain assur'd,
That he's a made-up villain.

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:
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I'll give you gold enough.

Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in

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 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:

You are an alchymist, make gold of that:
Out, rascal dogs!

[Exit, beating and driving them out.



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.
1 Sen.

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

At all times alike
Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefs,
That fram'd 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.

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
For thy best use and wearing.
2 Sen.

They confess,
Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross:
Which now the publick body,----which doth seldom
Play the recanter,-feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.

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,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens,
And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;
Then, let him know,--and, tell him, Timon speaks

In pity of our aged, and our youth,
I cannot choose but tell him, that-I care not,
And let him tak't at worst; for their knives care not,
While you have throats to answer: for myself,
There's not a whittle in the unruly camp,
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverendist throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers.

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

through them:

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