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TIMON OF ATHENS,
Enter TIMON, from his cave.
Tim. Aside. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
Tim. Aside. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee. Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
Then do we sin against our own estate,
But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends,
Beseech your honour
To make it known to us.
You'll take it ill.
Will you indeed?
When we may profit meet, and come too late.
When the day serves, before black-corner'dnight,
Tim. Aside. I'll meet you at the turn.
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
Than where swine feed!
That mightily deceives you.
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Tim. Look you, I love you well. I'll give you gold,
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the Hang them or stab them, drown them in a
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
To thee be worship; and thy saints for aye
Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!
Our late noble master!
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better:
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
Both. Name them, my lord; let's know them.
He and myself
Each man apart, all single and alone,
If, where thou art two villains shall not be,
Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I
Can you eat roots and drink cold water? no.
You have work'd for me, there's payment: hence!
Beats them out and then retires to his cave.
Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with
For he is set so only to himself,
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
Here is his cave.
Ye've heard that I
I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.
Tim. Good honest men !
Best in all Athens: thou 'rt, indeed, the best;
So, so, my lord. Tim. E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction, Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.
Re-enter TIMON from his cave.
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak
For each true word, a blister! and each false
Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Second 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.
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.
They confess Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross; Which now the public body, which doth seldom Play the recanter, feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon; And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd 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.
Tim. You witch me in it; Surprise 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. First Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
Second Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walis of Athens.
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 it, In pity of our aged and our youth
I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take 't at worst; for their knives
While you have throats to answer: for myself, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
And last so long enough!
Stay not; all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph; It will be seen to-morrow. My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go; live
We speak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruit doth put it. First Sen. That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving country
First Sen. These words become your lips as
they pass through them.
Second Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them; 200 And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. Second Sen. I like this well; he will return again.
Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
But I do prize it at my love before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you Present approach.
Tim. Come not to me again; but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by and language end : What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. Exit.
First Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
Second Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
And strain what other means is left unto us
It requires swift foot. Excunt.
SCENE II. Before the Walls of Athens. Enter two Senators and a Messenger. First Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
As full as thy report?
Mess. I have spoke the least; Besides, his expedition promises
Second Sen. We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend. Whom, though in general part we were oppos'd, Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us speak like friends: this man was riding
Here come our brothers.
The enemy's drum is heard, and fearful scouring
Which nature loathes, take thou the destin'd
Let die the spotted.
SCENE III-The Woods. TIMON's Cave, and a rude tomb seen.
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.
Sold. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! what is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span:
All have not offended;
Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope,
I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax:
Throw thy glove,
Then there's my glove;
"Tis most nobly spoken.
The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead;
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
Noble and young,
So did we woo
These walls of ours
Alcib. Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul beret:
Seck not my name: a plague consume you wicked caitiff's left!
Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
Pass by and curse thy fill; but pass and stay not here thy guit.
For private faults in them.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
Prescribe to other as each other's leech.
SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.
SCENE.-During a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis and near Philippi.
Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home:
First Com. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Conspirators against Julius
rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you?
Second Com. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
Second Com. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Second Com. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, and
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Second Com. Truly, sir, to wear out their
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art shoes, to get myself into more work. But. indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice?
What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels! You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Second Com. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's-leather have gone upon my handiwork.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
And do you now put on your best attire?
Second Com. Truly, sir, all that I live by is And do you now cull out a holiday?
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him :
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
I'll leave you.
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
SCENE II.-The Same. A public Place. Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Caes. Calpurnia! Casca.
Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way When he doth run his course. Antonius!
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
Of late with passions of some difference,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to
And since you know you cannot see yourself
Sooth. Cæsar !
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Choose Cæsar for their king.
I shall remember:
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Caes. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. 50
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,