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And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore; To bring it into danger.

For law is strict, and war is nothing more. If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

1st Sen. We are for law; hedies: urgeit no more, What folly 't is to hazard life for ill!

On height of our displeasure : friend, or brother, Alcib. My lord,

He forfeits his own blood that spills another. 1st Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

I do beseech you, know me. Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon 2nd Sen. How? ine,

Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. If I speak like a captain.

3rd Sen. What? Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, Alcib. I cannot think but your age has forgot me; And not endure all threats ? sleep upon it, It could not else be I should prove so base, And let the foes quietly cut their throats

To sue, and be denied such common grace: Without repugnancy? If there be

My wounds ache at you. Such valour in the bearing, what make we

1st Sen. Do you dare our anger? Abroad? why then, women are more valiant, "Tis in few words, but spacious in effect: That stay at home, if bearing carry it:

We banish thee for ever.
And the ass, more captain than the lion ;

Alcib. Banish me?
The fellow loaden with irons, wiser than the judge, Banish your dotage ; banish usury,
If wisdom be in suffering. O, my lords,

That makes the senate ugly.
As you are great, be pitifully good :

1st Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens conWho cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ?

tain thee, To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell But in defence, by mercy, 't is most just.

our spirit, To be in anger is impiety;

He shall be executed presently. But who is man that is not angry?

[Exeunt Senators. Weigh but the crime with this.

Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that 2nd Sen. You breathe in vain.

you may live Alcib. In vain? his service done Only in bone, that none may look on you! At Lacedæmon and Byzantium

I'm worse than mad! I have kept back their foes, Were a sufficient briber for his life.

While they have told their money, and let out 1st Sen. What's that?

Their coin upon large interest; I myself Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, he has done fair Rich only in large hurts :—all those, for this? service,

Is this the balsam that the usuring senate And slain in fight many of your enemies : Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment? How full of valour did he bear himself

It comes not ill; I hate not to be banished; In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds! | It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,

2nd Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em: That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up He is a sworn rioter: he has a sin

My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. That often drowns him, and takes his valour pri- | 'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds; soner:

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. If there were no foes, that were enough

[Exit. To overcome him: in that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages, And cherish factions : 't is inferred to us, His days are foul, and his drink dangerous. Scene VI.-A magnificent Room in Timon's 1st Sen. He dies.

Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him

Music. Tables set out : Servants attending. Enter (Though his right arm might purchase his own

divers Lords, at several doors. time,

1st Lord. The good time of day to you, sir. And be in debt to none), yet, more to move you, 2nd Lord. I also wish it to you. I think this Take my deserts to his, and join them both : honourable lord did but try us this other day. And, for I know your reverend ages love security, 1st Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring I'll pawn my victories, all my honour to you, when we encountered. I hope it is not so low Upon his good returns.

with him as he made it seem in the trial of his If by this crime he owes the law his life, several friends.

2nd Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

Ist Lord. I should think so. He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.

2nd Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.

1st Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.

2nd Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you? Ist Lord. A thousand pieces. 2nd Lord. A thousand pieces ! 1st Lord. What of you? 2nd Lord. He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.

Enter Timon, and Attendants. Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both :And how fare you?

1st Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.

2nd Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship.

T'im. [aside). Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men.—Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound : we shall to't presently.

1st Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger.

Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you.
2nd Lord. My noble lord,-
Tim. Ah, my good friend ! what cheer?

[The banquet brought in.


2nd Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.

Tim. Think not on't, sir. 2nd Lord. If you had sent but two hours before,–

Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.—Come, bring in all together.

2nd Lord. All covered dishes !
1st Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you.

3rd Lord. Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it. 1st Lord. How do you? what's the news? 3rd Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? 1st Lord. )

Alcibiades banished ! 2nd Lord. 3rd Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it. 1st Lord. How? how? 2nd Lord. I pray you, upon what? Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near?

3rd Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.

2nd Lord. This is the old man still.
3rd Lord. Will 't hold? will't hold ?
2nd Lord. It does : but time will—and so—

3rd Lord. I do conceive.

Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised : but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another : for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains. If there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be—as they are.— The rest of your fees, O gods !—the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of people,-what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover, dogs, and lap. 1 [The dishes uncovered, are full of warm water.

Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not.

Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke and lukewarm

Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

[Throwing water in their faces.

Your reeking villany. Live loathed and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of Fortune, trencher-friends, Time's flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man, and beast, the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er !—What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first; thou too,—and thou:-
[Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out.

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Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.-
What, all in motion ? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain 's not a welcome guest.
Burn, house; sink, Athens ! henceforth hated be
Of Timon, man, and all humanity. (Exit.
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.

1st Lord. How now, my lords ?

2nd Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury?

3rd Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 4th Lord. I have lost my gown.

3rd Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat.—Did you see my jewel ?

4th Lord. Did you see my cap? 2nd Lord. Here 't is. 4th Lord. Here lies my gown. 1st Lord. Let's make no stay. 2nd Lord. Lord Timon's mad. 3rd Lord. I feel't upon my bones. 4th Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.

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Enter Timon. Tim. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent; Obedience fail in children! Slaves and fools, Pluck the grave wrinkled Senate from the bench, And minister in their steads! To general filths Convert o'the instant, green virginity! Do't in your parents' eyes! Bankrupts hold fast; Rather than render back, out with your knives, And cut your trusters' throats! Bound servants,

steal; Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, And pill by law! Maid, to thy master's bed; Thy mistress is o'the brothel! Son of sixteen, Pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And yet confusion live! — Plagues incident to

men, Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth; That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains, Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath; That their society, as their friendship, may Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee But nakedness, thou détestable town! Take thou that too, with multiplying banns ! Timon will to the woods; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all!) The Athenians both within and out that wall! And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.


Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants.
1st Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our

master? Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ? Flav. Alack, iny fellows, what should I say to

you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, I am as poor as you.

1st Serv. Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm, And go along with him!

2nd Serv. As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave, So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, Like empty purses picked : and his poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-shunned poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows.

Enter other Servants. Flav. All broken implements of a ruined house. 3rd Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,

That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, The beggar native honour.
Serving alike in sorrow. Leaked is our bark; It is the pasture lards the brother's sides;
And we poor mates stand on the dying deck, The want that makes him lean. Who dares,who
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part

dares, Into this sea of air.

In purity of manhood stand upright, Flav. Good fellows all,

And say, “This man's a flatterer?" If one be, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. So are they all; for every grize of fortune Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Is smoothed by that below: the learned pate Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and Ducks to the golden fool : all is oblique; say,

There's nothing level in our curséd natures, As 't were a knell unto our master's fortunes, But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorred “We have seen better days." Let each take some; All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !

[Giving them money. His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : Destruction fang mankind !-Earth, yield me i Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.


[Digging. [Exeunt Servants. Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate 0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! With thy most operant poison !—What is here? Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Gold ?-yellow, glittering, precious gold ?Since riches point to misery and contempt? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Who'd be so mocked with glory? or to live Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this, will But in a dream of friendship?

make To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Black, white; foul, fair ; wrong, right; But only painted, like his varnished friends ? Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,

Why this When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! | Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Who then dares to be half so kind again? Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. This yellow slave My dearest lord,---blessed to be most accursed, Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; Rich only to be wretched,—thy great fortunes Make the hoar leprosy adored; place thieves, Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! And give them title, knee, and approbation, He's Aung in rage from this ungrateful seat With senators on the bench: this is it Of monstrous friends :

That makes the wappened widow wed again : Nor has he with him to supply his life,

She whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Or that which can command it.

Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices I'll follow, and inquire him out:

To the April day again. Come, damnéd earth, I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st odds Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee

[Exit. Do thy right nature. [March afar off.] Ha! a

drum ?-Thou’rt quick,
But yet I 'll bury thee. Thou 'lt go, strong thief,

When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.-
Scene III.The Woods.

Nay, stay thou out for earnest.

[Keeping some gold. Enter Timon. T'im. O blesséd breeding sun, draw from the | Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike earth

manner : Phrynia and TIMANDRA. Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb

Alcib. Speak, what art thou there? Infect the air!—Twinned brothers of one womb,- Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw Whose procreation, residence, and birth,

thy heart. Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for- For shewing me again the eyes of man! tunes;

Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to The greater scorns the lesser :-not nature,

thee, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, That art thyself a man? But by contempt of nature.

Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, | That I might love thee something.

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