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But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:

And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:

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So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a
fool.

Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter
with him:

You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear

I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now
return,

And with their faint reply this answer join;
Exit.
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.

Phi. I wonder on 't; he was wont to shine at

seven.

"Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot think but in the end the villanies How fairly this lord of man will set him clear. strives to appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire :

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event.

Your lord sends now for money.

A Hall in TIMON'S
SCENE IV.-The Same.
House.

Of such a nature is his politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their
wards

Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master:

And this is all a liberal course allows;
Exit.
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

Hor.

Most true, he does.
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

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Hor. It is against my heart.
Mark, how strange it shows,
Luc. Serv.
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can
witness:

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know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, First Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand And now ingratitude makes it worth than stealth. crowns; what's yours?

Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine.

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First Var. Serv. "Tis much deep and it should
seem by the sum,

Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.

Enter FLAMINIUS.

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Phi.

I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange

Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants to TIMON's Creditors, waiting his coming out.

Tit. One of Lord Timon's men.

Luc. Serv. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not.

Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

First Var. Serv. Well met; good morrow,
Titus and Hortensius.

Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.
Hor.

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Lucius !

What do we meet together?
Ay, and I think
Luc. Serv.
One business does command us all; for mine
Is money.
Tit.

So is theirs and ours.
Enter PHILOTUS.

Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows you Exit. 40 are too diligent.

And Sir Philotus too!

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Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled.

Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled
so?

Tit. Do you hear, sir?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.

Second Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,-
Flav. What do ye ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir.
Flav.

Luc. Serv.
Phi. Good day at once.
Welcome, good brother.
Luc. Serv.
What do you think the hour?
Phi.

Labouring for nine.

Luc. Serv. So much?
Phi.

Is not my lord seen yet?

Luc. Serv.

Not yet.

If money were as certain as your waiting,
"Twere sure enough.

Ay,

Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down the interest into their gluttonous

maws.

You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly:
Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

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Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. Flav. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you; For you serve knaves.

Exit.

First Var. Serv. How! what does his cashiered worship mutter? Second Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor.

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and that's revenge enough. Who can speak Tit. Be 't not in thy care; go, broader than he that has no house to put his I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide head in such may rail against great buildings. Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. Enter SERVILIUS.

Exeunt.

Tit. O here's Servilius; now we shall know

some answer.

Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from 't; for, take't on my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him; he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

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Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers are
not sick:

An if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Ser.
Good gods!
Tit. We cannot take this for answer, sir.
Flam. Within. Servilius, help! my lord! my
lord!

Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. Tim. What are my doors oppos'd against my passage?

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Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus.

Tit. My lord, here is my bill.

Luc. Serv. Here's mine.

Hor. And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.

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Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me

to the girdle.

Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,-
Tim. Cut my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

Tim. Tell out my blood.

Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord.
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that. What
yours? and yours?

First Var. Serv. My lord,-
Second Var. Serv. My lord,-

Tim. Tear me, take me; and the gods fall upon you! Exit. 100 Hor. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money: these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Exeunt.

Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.

Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: Creditors? devils!

Flav. My dear lord,

Tim. What if it should be so?

Flav. My lord,

Tim. I'll have it so. My steward!

SCENE V.-The Same. The Senate-house.
The Senate sitting.

First Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it;
the fault's

Flav.
O my lord!
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.

Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die;
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Second Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise
him.

Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.

Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!

First Sen. Now, captain?

Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge into 't.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues ;

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice,
An honour in him which buys out his fault,
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe;

And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

First Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox.
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains as if they

labour'd

To bring manslaughter into form, and set
quarrelling

Upon the head of valour; which indeed
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born.
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his

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And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!
Alcib. My lord,—

First Sen. You cannot make gross sins look
clear;

To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Aleib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.

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Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threats? sleep upon 't,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats
Without repugnancy? If there be

Flar. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.

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wrongs

His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly.

Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant
That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords!

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As you are great, be pitifully good :

Is this the balsam that the usuring senate Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ? Pours into captains' wounds! Banishment! To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;

It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd ; But in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.

It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, To be in anger is impiety ;

That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up But who is man that is not angry?

My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. Weigh but the crime with this.

'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds; Second Sen. You breathe in vain.

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. alcib. In vain ! his service done

Exit, At Lacedæmon and Byzantium Were a sufficient briber for his life.

SCENE VI.--The Same. A Room of State in First Sen. What's that?

TIMON'S House. Alcib. I say, my lords, he has done fair service, Music. Tables set out : Servants attending. Enter And slain in fight many of your enemies. How full of valour did he bear himself

divers Lords, Senators, and Others,at several doors. In the last conflict, and made plenteous wonnds! First Lord. The good time of day to you, sir. Sccond Sen. He has made too much plenty Second Lord. I also wish it to you. I think with 'em ;

this honourable lord did but try us this other He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often day. Drowns him and takes his valour prisoner; First Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring If there were no foes, that were enough

when we encountered : I hope it is not so low To overcome him; in that beastly fury

with him as he made it seem in the trial of his He has been known to commit outrages

several friends. And cherish factions ; 'tis inferr'd to us,

Second Lord. It should not be, by the persua. His days are foul and his drink dangerous, sion of his new feasting. First Sen. He dies.

First Lord. I should think so: he hath sent Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. me an earnest inviting, which many my near My lords, if not for any parts in him,

occasions did urge me to put off ; but he hath Though his right arm might purchase his own conjured me beyond them, and I must needs time,

appear. And be in debt to none, yet, more to move you, Second Lord. In like manner was I in debt to Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both; 80 my importunate business, but he would not hear And, for I know your reverend ages love

my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

of me, that my provision was out. My honour to you, upon his good returns. First Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I If by this crime he owes the law his life,

understand how all things go. Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore ; Second Lord. Every man here's so. What For law is strict, and war is nothing more. would he have borrowed of you ? First Sen. We are for law; he dies : urge it First Lord. A thousand pieces. . no more,

Second Lord. A thousand pieces ! On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother, First Lord. What of you? He forfeits his own blood that spills another. Third Lord. He sent to me, sir,—Here he

Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, comes.
I do beseech you, know me.

Enter TIMON and Attendants.
Second Sen. How !
Alcib. Call me to your remembrances.

T'im. With all my heart, gentlemen both; Third Sen.

What! and how fare you? Alcib. I cannot think but your age has forgot First Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of

your lordship It could not else be I should prove so base, Second Lord. The swallow follows not summer To sue, and be denied such common grace. more willing than we your lordship. My wounds ache at you.

Tim. A side. Nor more willingly leaves winter : First Sen.

Do you dare our anger ? | such summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; dinner will not recompense this long stay : feast We banish thee for ever.

your ears with the music awhile, if they will Alcib.

Banish me!

fare so harshly o’the trumpet's sound; we shall Banish your dotage ; banish usury,

to 't presently. That makes the senate ugly.

First Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly First Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens with your lordship that I returned you an empty contain thee,

messenger. Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to Tim. O! sir, let it not trouble you. swell our spirit,

Second Lord. My noble lord, He shall be executed presently. Exeunt Senators. Tim. Ah! my good friend, what cheer ? Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough ; Second Lord. My most honourable lord, I am that you may live

e'en sick of shame, that when your lordship Only in bone, that none may look on you ! this other day sent to me I was so unfortunate I'm worse than mad : I have kept back their foes, a beggar. While they have told their money and let out Tim. Think not on 't, sir. Their coin upen large interest ; I myself

Second Lord. If you had sent but two hours Rich only in large hurts : All those for this? before,-

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Second Lord. This is the old man still.
Third Lord. Will 't hold? will 't hold?
Second Lord. It does; but time will-and so-
Third 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.

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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.

The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water. Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not.

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

Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Throwing the water in their faces.
Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, 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:-
Stay, I will lend thee
What! all in motion?

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money, borrow none. Throws the dishes at them. Henceforth be no feast,

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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!

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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 lin'd 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

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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 detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans !
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.

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The gods confound-hear me, you good gods | I'll follow and inquire him out : 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!

SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in TIMON'S House. Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants. First Serv. Hear you, Master steward! where's

our master?

Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining? Flav. Alack! my fellows, what should I say to you?

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

First Serv.

Such a house broke! So noble a master fall'n! All gone, and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm, And go along with him!

Second Serv. As we do turn our backs From our companion thrown into his grave, So his familiars to his buried fortunes

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Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our

fellows.

Enter other Servants.

Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. Third Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,

That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, 20 Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air.

Amen. Exit. SCENE III.-Woods and Cave, near the Sea-shore.
Enter TIMON from the Cave.

Tim. O blessed breeding sun! draw from the
earth

Flav. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and

say,

As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
'We have seen better days.' Let each take some;
Giving them money.
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
They embrace, and part several ways.
O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us.
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Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or so live
But in a dream of friendship?
To have his pomp and all what state compounds
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
Poor honest lord! brought low by his own heart,
Undone by goodness. Strange, unusual blood,
When man's worst sin is he does too much good!
Who then dares to be half so kind again?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accurs'd,
Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas! kind lord;
He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
Of monstrous friends;

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I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold I'll be his steward still.

Nor has he with him to supply his life, Or that which can command it.

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In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say 'This man's a flatterer'? if one be,
So are they all; for every grize of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique ;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me
Digging.
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison! What is here?
Gold! yellow, glittering, precious gold! No,
gods,

roots!

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

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Willlug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;

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Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench; this is it
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and
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To the April day again. Come, damn earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st
odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
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 :
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.

Keeping some gold.

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