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Flav. Have you forgot me, sir?
men; Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt a man, I have forgot
thee. Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.
Tim. Then I know thee not. I ne'er had honest man about me, I; all I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
Flav. The gods are witness, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Tim. What, dost thou weep?—Come nearer:
then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with
weeping! Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth
Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true
gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose
breast Doubt and suspect, alas! are placed too late; You should have feared false times when you did
feast; Suspect still comes where an estate is least. That which I shew, Heaven knows, is merely love, Duty and zeal, to your unmatched mind; Care of your food and living; and believe it, My most honoured lord, For any benefit that points to me, Either in hope or present, I'd exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich yourself. Tim. Look thee,'t is so !—Thou singly honest
man, Here, take :--the gods out of my misery Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy: But thus conditioned: thou shalt build from men; Hate all, curse all; shew charity to none; But let the famished flesh slide from the bone, Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow
them, Debts wither them to nothing : be men like
blasted woods, And may diseases lick up their false bloods! And so farewell, and thrive. Flav. O, let me stay and comfort you, my
master! Tim. If thou hat'st curses, Stay not; fly while thou 'rt blessed and free: Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
To entertain me as your steward still.
T'im. Had I a steward So true, so just, and now so comfortable ? It almost turns my dangerous nature wild. Let me behold thy face.-Surely this man Was born of woman.Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim One honest man,-mistake me not,—but one; No more, I pray;—and he's a steward.— How fain would I have hated all mankind, And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, I fell with curses. Methinks thou art more honest now than wise; For, by oppressing and betraying me, Thou mightst have sooner got another service: For many so arrive at second masters,
performance is ever the duller for his act; and, Both. What we can do we'll do, to do you but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the
service. deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is Tim. You are honest men. You have heard most courtly and fashionable: performance is a
that I have gold; kind of will or testament, which argues a great I am sure you have : speak truth: you are honest sickness in his judgment that makes it.
men. Tim. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore a man so bad as is thyself.
Came not my friend nor I. Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have Tim. Good honest men. Thou draw'st a counprovided for him. It must be a personating of
[ To the Painter. himself: a satire against the softness of pros Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; perity; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries Thou counterfeit'st most lively. that follow youth and opulency.
Pain. So, so, my lord. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. Even so, sir, as I say.—And for thy fiction, thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults
TTo the Poet. in other men? Do so; I have gold for thee. Why, thy verses swell with stuffso fine and smooth, Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
That thou art even natural in thine art.Then do we sin against our own estate,
But for all this, my honest-natured friends, When we may profit meet, and come too late. I must needs say, you have a little fault: Pain. True;
Marry, 't is not monstrous in you; neither wish I
To make it known to us.
Both. Most thankfully, my lord.
Tim. Will you indeed? "Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. foam;
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
knave, To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye That mightily deceives you. Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey! Both. Do we, my lord ? 'Fit I meet them.
[Advancing. Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him disPoet. Hail, worthy Timon!
semble, Pain. Our late noble master.
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured Poet. Sir,
That he's a made-up villain. Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Pain. I know none such, my lord. Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off, Poet. Nor I. Whose thankless natures--0, abhorréd spirits! Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you Not all the whips of heaven are large enough
gold, What! to you!
Rid me these villains from your companies : Whose starlike nobleness gave life and influence Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover
draught, The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
Confound them by some course, and come to me, With any size of words.
I'll give you gold enough. Tim. Let it go naked; men may see't the better: Both. Name them, my lord ; let's know them. You that are honest, by being what you are, Tim. You that way, and you this; but two in Make them best seen and known.
company : Pain. He and myself
Each man apart, all single and alone, Have travelled in the great shower of your gifts, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. And sweetly felt it.
If where thou art two villains shall not be, I'im. Ay, you are honest men.
[To the Painter. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside service.
[To the Poet. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I | But where one villain is, then him abandon.requite you?
Hence! pack! there's gold; ye came for gold, Can you eat roots and drink cold water?—no.
ye slaves :
You have work for me; there's payment: hence!
[Exit, beating and driving them out.
That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
1st Sen. Bring us to his cave:
2nd Sen. At all times alike
Flav. Here is his cave.-
Scene II.- The same.
Look out, and speak to friends. The Athenians, 1 Tim. I thank them; and would send them back By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:
the plague, Speak to them, noble Timon.
Could I but catch it for them.
Ist Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !—Speak, The senators, with one consent of love, and be hanged :
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought For each true word, a blister! and each false On special dignities, which vacant lie Be as a caut’rising to the root o'the tongue, For thy best use and wearing. Consuming it with speaking !
2nd Sen. They confess Ist Sen. Worthy Timon,
Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross : Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Which now the public body,—which doth seldom 2nd Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Play the recanter,-feeling in itself Timon.
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
2nd Sen. And enter in our ears like great triAnd send forth us to make their sorrowed render,
úmphers Together with a recompense more fruitful | In their applauding gates. Than their offence can weigh down by the dram: Tim. Commend me to them; Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their acbés, losses, And write in thee the figures of their love,
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes Ever to read them thine.
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain Tim. You witch me in it;
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do Surprise me to the very brink of tears :
them: Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. 2nd Sen. I like this well; he will return again.
Ist Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close,
To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, His country's peace.
And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. 2nd Sen. And shakes his threat’ning sword Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still Against the walls of Athens.
shall find him. 1st Sen. Therefore, Timon,
T'im. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore I will, sir : Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Thus,
Upon the beachéd verge of the salt flood; If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Which once a day with his embosséd froth Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, And let my gravestone be your oracle. And take our goodly agéd men by the beards, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : Giving our holy virgins to the stain
What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained war; Graves only be men's works; and death their Then let him know,--and tell him, Timon speaks it
gain! ' In pity of our agéd and our youth,
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
[Exit Truon. And let him take 't at worst: for their knives care 1st Sen. His discontents are unremoveably not,
Coupled to nature. While you have throats to answer: for myself, 2nd Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp, And strain what other means is left unto us But I do prize it at my love before
In our dear peril. The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
It requires swift foot. (Exeunt.
Flav. Stay not; all's in vain.
Scene III.---The Walls of Athens.
Enter two Senators, and a Messenger. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; | 1st Sen. Thou hast painfully discovered : are his Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
files And last so long enough!
As full as thy report? 1st Sen. We speak in vain.
Mess. I have spoke the least :
2nd Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring 1st Sen. That's well spoke.
not Timon. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,-! Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; Ist Sen. These words become your lips as they | Whom, though in general part we were opposed, pass through them.
Yet our old love made a particular force,