5GOod day Sir.

6Pain. I am glad y'are well.

7Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes

8the World?

9Pain. It weares sir, as it growes.

10Poet. I that's well knowne:

11But what particular Rarity? What strange,

12Which manifold record not matches: see

13Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power

14Hath coniur'd to attend.

15I know the Merchant.

16Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.

17Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord.

18Iew. Nay that's most fixt.

19Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,

20To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:

21He passes.

22Iew. I haue a Iewell heere.

23Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?

24Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that---

25Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,

26It staines the glory in that happy Verse,

27Which aptly sings the good.

28Mer. 'Tis a good forme.

29Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.

30Pain. You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedica-

31tion to the great Lord.

32Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me.

33Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses

34From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint

35Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame

36Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes

37Each bound it chases. What haue you there?

38Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?

39Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.

40Let's see your peece.

41Pain. 'Tis a good Peece.

42Poet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.

43Pain. Indifferent.

44Poet. Admirable: How this grace

45Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power

46This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination

47Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,

48One might interpret.

49Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life:

50Heere is a touch: Is't good?

51Poet. I will say of it,

52It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife

53Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life.

55Pain. How this Lord is followed.

56Poet. The Senators of Athens, happy men.

57Pain. Looke moe.

58Po. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,

59I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man

60Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge

61With amplest entertainment: My free drift

62Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe

63In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice

64Infects one comma in the course I hold,

65But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

66Leauing no Tract behinde.

67Pain. How shall I vnderstand you?

68Poet. I will vnboult to you.

69You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,

70As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as

71Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe

72Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,

73Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,

74Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance

75All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer

76To Apemantus, that few things loues better

77Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe

78The knee before him, and returnes in peace

79Most rich in Timons nod.

80Pain. I saw them speake together.

81Poet. Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill

82Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.

83The Base o'th'Mount

84Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures

85That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,

86To propagate their states; among'st them all,

87Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,

88One do I personate of Lord Timons frame,

89Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,

90Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants

91Translates his Riuals.

92Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to scope

93This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes

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94With one man becken'd from the rest below,

95Bowing his head against the steepy Mount

96To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest

97In our Condition.

98Poet. Nay Sir, but heare me on:

99All those which were his Fellowes but of late,

100Some better then his valew; on the moment

101Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,

102Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,

103Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him

104Drinke the free Ayre.

105Pain. I marry, what of these?

106Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood

107Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants

108Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,

109Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,

110Not one accompanying his declining foot.

111Pain. Tis common:

112A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,

113That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,

114More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,

115To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene

116The foot aboue the head.

120Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you?

121Mes. I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,

122His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:

123Your Honourable Letter he desires

124To those haue shut him vp, which failing,

125Periods his comfort.

126Tim. Noble Ventidius, well:

127I am not of that Feather, to shake off

128My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him

129A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,

130Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.

131Mes. Your Lordship euer bindes him.

132Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,

133And being enfranchized bid him come to me;

134'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,

135But to support him after. Fare you well.

136Mes. All happinesse to your Honor. Exit.

138Oldm. Lord Timon, heare me speake.

139Tim. Freely good Father.

140Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.

141Tim. I haue so: What of him?

142Oldm. Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.

143Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.

144Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice.

145Oldm. This Fellow heere, L. Timon, this thy Creature,

146By night frequents my house. I am a man

147That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,

148And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,

149Then one which holds a Trencher.

150Tim. Well: what further?

151Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,

152On whom I may conferre what I haue got:

153The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,

154And I haue bred her at my deerest cost

155In Qualities of the best. This man of thine

156Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)

157Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,

158My selfe haue spoke in vaine.

159Tim. The man is honest.

160Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon,

161His honesty rewards him in it selfe,

162It must not beare my Daughter.

163Tim. Does she loue him?

164Oldm. She is yong and apt:

165Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs

166What leuities in youth.

167Tim. Loue you the Maid?

168Luc. I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.

169Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing,

170I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose

171Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,

172And dispossesse her all.

173Tim. How shall she be endowed,

174If she be mated with an equall Husband?

175Oldm. Three Talents on the present; in future, all.

176Tim. This Gentleman of mine

177Hath seru'd me long:

178To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,

179For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,

180What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,

181And make him weigh with her.

182Oldm. Most Noble Lord,

183Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.

184Tim. My hand to thee,

185Mine Honour on my promise.

186Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may

187That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,

188Which is not owed to you. Exit

189Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour,

190And long liue your Lordship.

191Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:

192Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?

193Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech

194Your Lordship to accept.

195Tim. Painting is welcome.

196The Painting is almost the Naturall man:

197For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,

198He is but out-side: These Pensil'd Figures are

199Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,

200And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance

201Till you heare further from me.

202Pain. The Gods preserue ye.

203Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.

204We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell

205Hath suffered vnder praise.

206Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise?

207Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations,

208If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,

209It would vnclew me quite.

210Iewel. My Lord, 'tis rated

211As those which sell would giue: but you well know,

212Things of like valew differing in the Owners,

213Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,

214You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.

215Tim. Well mock'd. Enter Apermantus.

216Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes y^e common toong

217Which all men speake with him.

218Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?

219Iewel. Wee'l beare with your Lordship.

220Mer. Hee'l spare none.

221Tim. Good morrow to thee,

222Gentle Apermantus.

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223Ape. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.

224When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest.

225Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st

226them not?

227Ape. Are they not Athenians?

228Tim. Yes.

229Ape. Then I repent not.

230Iew. You know me, Apemantus?

231Ape. Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.

232Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus?

233Ape. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon

234Tim. Whether art going?

235Ape. To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.

236Tim. That's a deed thou't dye for.

237Ape. Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.

238Tim. How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus?

239Ape. The best, for the innocence.

240Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it.

241Ape. He wrought better that made the Painter, and

242yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.

243Pain. Y'are a Dogge.

244Ape. Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I

245be a Dogge?

246Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus?

247Ape. No: I eate not Lords.

248Tim. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.

249Ape. O they eate Lords;

250So they come by great bellies.

251Tim. That's a lasciuious apprehension.

252Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it,

253Take it for thy labour.

254Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?

255Ape. Not so well as plain-dealing, which wil not cast

256a man a Doit.

257Tim. What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?

258Ape. Not worth my thinking.

259How now Poet?

260poet. How now Philosopher?

261 pe. Thou lyest.

262Poet. Art not one?

263Ape. Yes.

264Poet. Then I lye not.

265Ape. Art not a Poet?

266Poet. Yes.

267Ape. Then thou lyest:

268Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a

269worthy Fellow.

270Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.

271Ape. Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy

272labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat-

273terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.

274Tim. What wouldst do then Apemantus?

275Ape. E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with

276my heart.

277Tim. What thy selfe?

278Ape. I.

279Tim. Wherefore?

280Ape. That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.

281Art not thou a Merchant?

282Mer. I Apemantus.

283Ape. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.

284Mer. If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.

285Ape. Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee.

287Tim. What Trumpets that?

288Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse

289All of Companionship.

290Tim. Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.

291You must needs dine with me: go not you hence

292Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done

293Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.

295Most welcome Sir.

296Ape. So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your

297supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest

298these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of

299mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

300Alc. Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed

301Most hungerly on your sight.

302Tim. Right welcome Sir:

303Ere we depatt, wee'l share a bounteous time

304In different pleasures.

305Pray you let vs in. Exeunt.

3071.Lord What time a day is't Apemantus?

308Ape. Time to be honest.

3091 That time serues still.

310Ape. The most accursed thou that still omitst it.

3112 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast.

312Ape. I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.

3132 Farthee well, farthee well.

314Ape. Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.

3152 Why Apemantus?

316Ape. Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane

317to giue thee none.

3181 Hang thy selfe.

319Ape. No I will do nothing at thy bidding:

320Make thy requests to thy Friend.

3212 Away vnpeaceable Dogge,

322Or Ile spurne thee hence.

323Ape. I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.

3241 Hee's opposite to humanity.

325Comes shall we in,

326And raste Lord Timons bountie: he out-goes

327The verie heart of kindnesse.

3282 He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold

329Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes

330Seuen-fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,

331But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding

332All vse of quittance.

3331 The Noblest minde he carries,

334That euer gouern'd man.

3352 Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?

336Ile keepe you Company. Exeunt.

342Ventig. Most honoured Timon,

343It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,

344And call him to long peace:

345He is gone happy, and has left me rich:

346Then, as in gratefull Vertue I am bound

347To your free heart, I do returne those Talents

348Doubled with thankes and seruice, from whose helpe

349I deriu'd libertie.

350Tim. O by no meanes,

351Honest Ventigius: You mistake my loue,

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352I gaue it freely euer, and ther's none

353Can truely say he giues, if he receiues:

354If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

355To imitate them: faults that are rich are faire.

356Vint. A Noble spirit.

357Tim. Nay my Lords, Ceremony was but deuis'd at first

358To set a glosse on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

359Recanting goodnesse, sorry ere 'tis showne:

360But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

361Pray sit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,

362Then my Fortunes to me.

3631.Lord. My Lord, we alwaies haue confest it.

364Aper. Ho ho, confest it? Handg'd it? Haue you not?

365Timo. O Apermantus, you are welcome.

366Aper. No: You shall not make me welcome:

367I come to haue thee thrust me out of doores.

368Tim. Fie, th'art a churle, ye'haue got a humour there

369Does not become a man, 'tis much too blame:

370They say my Lords, Ira furor breuis est,

371But yond man is verie angrie.

372Go, let him haue a Table by himselfe:

373For he does neither affect companie,

374Nor is he fit for't indeed.

375Aper. Let me stay at thine apperill Timon,

376I come to obserue, I giue thee warning on't.

377Tim. I take no heede of thee: Th'art an Athenian,

378therefore welcome: I my selfe would haue no power,

379prythee let my meate make thee silent.

380Aper. I scorne thy meate, 'twould choake me: for I

381should nere flatter thee. Oh you Gods! What a number

382of men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not? It greeues me

383to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood, and

384all the madnesse is, he cheeres them vp too.

385I wonder men dare trust themselues with men.

386Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues,

387Good for there meate, and safer for their liues.

388There's much example for't, the fellow that sits next him,

389now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in

390a diuided draught: is the readiest man to kill him. 'Tas

391beene proued, if I were a huge man I should feare to

392drinke at meales, least they should spie my wind-pipes

393dangerous noates, great men should drinke with harnesse

394on their throates.

395Tim. My Lord in heart: and let the health go round.

3962.Lord. Let it flow this way my good Lord.

397Aper. Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his

398tides well, those healths will make thee and thy state

399looke ill, Timon.

400Heere's that which is too weake to be a sinner,

401Honest water, which nere left man i'th'mire:

402This and my food are equals, there's no ods,

403Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods.

405 Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe,

406I pray for no man but my selfe,

407Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,

408To trust man on his Oath or Bond.

409Or a Harlot for her weeping,

410Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,

411Or a keeper with my freedome,

412Or my friends if I should need 'em.

413 Amen. So fall too't:

414Richmen sin, and I eat root.

415Much good dich thy good heart, Apermantus

416Tim. Captaine,

417Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now.

418Alci. My heart is euer at your seruice, my Lord.

419Tim. You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies,

420then a dinner of Friends.

421Alc. So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no

422meat like 'em, I could wish my best friend at such a Feast.

423Aper. Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies

424then, that then thou might'st kill 'em: & bid me to 'em.

4251.Lord. Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord,

426that you would once vse our hearts, whereby we might

427expresse some part of our zeales, we should thinke our

428selues for euer perfect.

429Timon. Oh no doubt my good Friends, but the Gods

430themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe

431from you: how had you beene my Friends else. Why

432haue you that charitable title from thousands? Did not

433you chiefely belong to my heart? I haue told more of

434you to my selfe, then you can with modestie speake in

435your owne behalfe. And thus farre I confirme you. Oh

436you Gods (thinke I,) what need we haue any Friends; if

437we should nere haue need of 'em? They were the most

438needlesse Creatures liuing; should we nere haue vse for

439'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments

440hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to them-

441selues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that

442I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do bene-

443fits. And what better or properer can we call our owne,

444then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious com-

445fort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding

446one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't

447can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks

448to forget their Faults. I drinke to you.

449Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon.

4502.Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies,

451And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.

452Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard.

4533.Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much.

454Aper. Much.

457Tim. What meanes that Trumpe? How now?

459Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies

460Most desirous of admittance.

461Tim. Ladies? what are their wils?

462Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord,

463which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures.

464Tim. I pray let them be admitted.

466Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of

467his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee

468their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious

469bosome.

470There tast, touch all pleas'd from thy Table rise:

471They onely now come but to Feast thine eies.

472Timo. They'r wecome all, let 'em haue kind admit-

473tance. Musicke make their welcome.

474Luc. You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd.

475Aper. Hoyday,

476What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way.

477They daunce? They are madwomen,

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478Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,

479As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.

480We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,

481And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,

482Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen

483With poysonous Spight and Enuy.

484Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;

485Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues

486Of their Friends guift:

487I should feare, those that dance before me now,

488Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,

489Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.

494Tim. You haue done our pleasures

495Much grace (faire Ladies)

496Set a faire fashion on our entertainment,

497Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:

498You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster,

499And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice.

500I am to thanke you for't.

5011 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best.

502Aper. Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold

503taking, I doubt me.

504Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,

505Please you to dispose your selues.

506All La. Most thankfully, my Lord. Exeunt.

507Tim. Flauius.

508Fla. My Lord.

509Tim. The little Casket bring me hither.

510Fla. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet?

511There is no crossing him in's humor,

512Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;

513When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:

514'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,

515That man might ne're be wretched for his minde. Exit.

5161 Lord. Where be our men?

517Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse.

5182 Lord. Our Horses.

519Tim. O my Friends:

520I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L.

521I must intreat you honour me so much,

522As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,

523Kinde my Lord.

5241 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts.

525All. So are we all.

527Ser. My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate

528newly alighted, and come to visit you.

529Tim. They are fairely welcome.

531Fla. I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it

532does concerne you neere.

533Tim. Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.

534I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment.

535Fla. I scarse know how.

537Ser. May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius

538(Out of his free loue) hath presented to you

539Foure Milke-white Horses, trapt in Siluer.

540Tim. I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents

541Be worthily entertain'd.

543How now? What newes?

5443.Ser. Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentle-

545man Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow,

546to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace

547of Grey-hounds.

548Tim. Ile hunt with him,

549And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.

550Fla. What will this come to?

551He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and

552 all out of an empty Coffer:

553Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,

554To shew him what a Begger his heart is,

555Being of no power to make his wishes good.

556His promises flye so beyond his state,

557That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:

558He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;

559His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were

560Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:

561Happier is he that has no friend to feede,

562Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.

563I bleed inwardly for my Lord. Exit

564Tim. You do your selues much wrong,

565You bate too much of your owne merits.

566Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue.

5672.Lord. With more then common thankes

568I will receyue it.

5693.Lord. O he's the very soule of Bounty.

570Tim. And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good

571words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours

572because you lik'd it.

5731.L. Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.

574Tim. You may take my word my Lord: I know no

575man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe

576my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,

577Ile call to you.

578All Lor. O none so welcome.

579Tim. I take all, and your seuerall visitations

580So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:

581Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,

582And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,

583Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,

584It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing

585Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast

586Lye in a pitcht field.

587Alc. I, defil'd Land, my Lord.

5881.Lord. We are so vertuously bound.

589Tim. And so am I to you.

5902.Lord. So infinitely endeer'd.

591Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights.

5921.Lord. The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes

593Keepe with you Lord Timon.

594Tim. Ready for his Friends. Exeunt Lords

595Aper. What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iut-

596ting out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be

597worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.

598Friendships full of dregges,

599Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.

600Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.

601Tim. Now Apermantus (if thou wert not sullen)

602I would be good to thee.

603Aper. No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too,

604there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou

605wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long Timon (I

606feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly.

607What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine-glories?

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608Tim. Nay, and you begin to raile on Societie once, I

609am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, & come

610with better Musicke. Exit

611Aper. So: Thou wilt not heare mee now, thou shalt

612not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:

613Oh that mens eares should be

614To Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie. Exit

616Sen. And late fiue thousand: to Varro and to Isidore

617He owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,

618Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion

619Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.

620If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,

621And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.

622If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moe

623Better then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.

624Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straight

625And able Horses: No Porter at his gate,

626But rather one that smiles, and still inuites

627All that passe by. It cannot hold, no reason

628Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,

629Caphis I say.

631Ca. Heere sir, what is your pleasure.

632Sen. Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,

633Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast

634With slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when

635Commend me to your Master, and the Cap

636Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,

637My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turne

638Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,

639And my reliances on his fracted dates

640Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,

641But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.

642Immediate are my needs, and my releefe

643Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,

644But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,

645Put on a most importunate aspect,

646A visage of demand: for I do feare

647When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,

648Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

649Which flashes now a Phoenix, get you gone.

650Ca. I go sir.

651Sen. I go sir?

652Take the Bonds along with you,

653And haue the dates in. Come.

654Ca. I will Sir.

655Sen. Go. Exeunt

657Stew. No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,

658That he will neither know how to maintaine it,

659Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt

660How things go from him, nor resume no care

661Of what is to continue: neuer minde,

662Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.

663What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:

664I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.

665Fye, fie, fie, fie.

667Cap. Good euen Varro: what, you come for money?

668Var. Is't not your businesse too?

669Cap. It is, and yours too, Isidore?

670Isid. It is so.

671Cap. Would we were all discharg'd.

672Var. I feare it,

673Cap. Heere comes the Lord.

675Tim. So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe

676My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?

677Cap. My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.

678Tim. Dues? whence are you?

679Cap. Of Athens heere, my Lord.

680Tim. Go to my Steward.

681Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off

682To the succession of new dayes this moneth:

683My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,

684To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,

685That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,

686In giuing him his right.

687Tim. Mine honest Friend,

688I prythee but repaire to me next morning.

689Cap. Nay, good my Lord.

690Tim. Containe thy selfe, good Friend.

691Var. One Varroes seruant, my good Lord.

692Isid. From Isidore, he humbly prayes your speedy pay-

693ment.

694Cap. If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.

695Var. 'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, sixe weekes,

696and past.

697Isi. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I

698Am sent expressely to your Lordship.

699Tim. Giue me breath:

700I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,

701Ile waite vpon you instantly. Come hither: pray you

702How goes the world, that I am thus encountred

703With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,

704And the detention of long since due debts

705Against my Honor?

706Stew. Please you Gentlemen,

707The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:

708Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,

709That I may make his Lordship vnderstand

710Wherefore you are not paid.

711Tim. Do so my Friends, see them well entertain'd.

712Stew. Pray draw neere. Exit.

714Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the Foole with Apeman-

715tus, let's ha some sport with 'em.

716Var. Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.

717Isid. A plague vpon him dogge.

718Var. How dost Foole?

719Ape. Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?

720Var. I speake not to thee.

721Ape. No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.

722Isi. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.

723Ape. No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet.

724Cap. Where's the Foole now?

725Ape. He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and

726Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.

727Al. What are we Apemantus?

728Ape. Asses.

729All. Why?

730Ape, That you ask me what you are, & do not know

731your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.

732Foole. How do you Gentlemen?

733All. Gramercies good Foole:

734How does your Mistris?

84Timon of Athens.

735Foole. She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chic-

736kens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.

737Ape. Good, Gramercy.

739Foole. Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.

740Page. Why how now Captaine? what do you in this

741wise Company.

742How dost thou Apermantus?

743Ape. Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might

744answer thee profitably.

745Boy. Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscripti-

746on of these Letters, I know not which is which.

747Ape. Canst not read?

748Page. No.

749Ape. There will litle Learning dye then that day thou

750art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go

751thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't dye a Bawd.

752Page. Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt

753famish a Dogges death.

754Answer not, I am gone. Exit

755Ape. E'ne so thou out-runst Grace,

756Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons.

757Foole. Will you leaue me there?

758Ape. If Timon stay at home.

759You three serue three Vsurers?

760All. I would they seru'd vs.

761Ape. So would I:

762As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe.

763Foole. Are you three Vsurers men?

764All. I Foole.

765Foole. I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser-

766uant. My Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men

767come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly,

768and go away merry: but they enter my Masters house

769merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this?

770Var. I could render one.

771Ap. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore-

772master, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou shalt

773be no lesse esteemed.

774Varro. What is a Whoremaster Foole?

775Foole. A Foole in good cloathes, and something like

776thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, som-

777time like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with

778two stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often

779like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes

780vp and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit

781walkes in.

782Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole.

783Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man,

784As much foolerie as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.

785Ape. That answer might haue become Apemantus.

786All. Aside, aside, heere comes Lord Timon.

788Ape. Come with me (Foole) come.

789Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother,

790aad Woman, sometime the Philosopher.

791Stew. Pray you walke neere,

792Ile speake with you anon. Exeunt.

793Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time

794Had you not fully laide my state before me,

795That I might so haue rated my expence

796As I had leaue of meanes.

797Stew. You would not heare me:

798At many leysures I propose.

799Tim. Go too:

800Perchance some single vantages you tooke,

801When my indisposition put you backe,

802And that vnaptnesse made your minister

803Thus to excuse your selfe.

804Stew. O my good Lord,

805At many times I brought in my accompts,

806Laid them before you, you would throw them off,

807And say you sound them in mine honestie,

808When for some trifling present you haue bid me

809Returne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:

810Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you

811To hold your hand more close: I did indure

812Not sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I haue

813Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate,

814And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,

815Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,

816The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,

817To pay your present debts.

818Tim. Let all my Land be sold.

819Stew. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,

820And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth

821Of present dues; the future comes apace:

822What shall defend the interim, and at length

823How goes our reck'ning?

824Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.

825Stew. O my good Lord, the world is but a word,

826Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,

827How quickely were it gone.

828Tim. You tell me true.

829Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,

830Call me before th'exactest Auditors,

831And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,

832When all our Offices haue beene opprest

833With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept

834With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome

835Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,

836I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,

837And set mine eyes at flow.

838Tim. Prythee no more.

839Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord:

840How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants

841This night englutted: who is not Timons,

842What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is L. Timons:

843Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall Timon:

844Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,

845The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:

846Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,

847These flyes are coucht.

848Tim. Come sermon me no further.

849No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;

850Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.

851Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,

852To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,

853If I would broach the vessels of my loue,

854And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,

855Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse

856As I can bid thee speake.

857Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts.

858Tim And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,

859That I account them blessings. For by these

860Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue

861How you mistake my Fortunes:

862I am wealthie in my Friends.

863Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?

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865Ser. My Lord, my Lord.

866Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally.

867You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted

868with his Honor to day; you to Sempronius; commend me

869to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions

870haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let

871the request be fifty Talents.

872Flam. As you haue said, my Lord.

873Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh.

874Tim. Go you sir to the Senators;

875Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue

876Deseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant

877A thousand Talents to me.

878Ste, I haue beene bold

879(For that I knew it the most generall way)

880To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,

881But they do shake their heads, and I am heere

882No richer in returne.

883Tim. Is't true? Can't be?

884Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,

885That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot

886Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,

887But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,

888Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature

889May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,

890And so intending other serious matters,

891After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions

892With certaine halfe-caps, and cold mouing nods,

893They froze me into Silence.

894Tim. You Gods reward them:

895Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes

896Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:

897Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,

898'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;

899And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,

900Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.

901Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not sad,

902Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,

903No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately

904Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'd

905Into a great estate: When he was poore,

906Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,

907I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,

908Bid him suppose, some good necessity

909Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred

910With those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these Fellowes

911To whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,

912That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.

913Stew. I would I could not thinke it:

914That thought is Bounties Foe;

915Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so. Exeunt

918Ser. I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down

919to you.

920Flam. I thanke you Sir.

922Ser. Heere's my Lord.

923Luc. One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I warrant.

924Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre

925to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are verie re-

926spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how

927does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted Gentle-

928man of Athens, thy very bouutifull good Lord and May-

929ster?

930Flam. His health is well sir.

931Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir: and

932what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty Flaminius?

933Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in

934my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup-

935ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie

936Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no-

937thing doubting your present assistance therein.

938Luc. La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas

939good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep

940so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with

941him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him

942of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em-

943brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue-

944ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't,

945but I could nere get him from't.

947Ser. Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.

948Luc. Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.

949Heere's to thee.

950Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.

951Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie

952prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes

953what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the

954time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir-

955rah. Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun-

956tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st

957well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no

958time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe

959without securitie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good

960 Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee

961well.

962Flam. Is't possible the world should so much differ,

963And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesse

964To him that worships thee.

965Luc. Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy

966Master. Exit L.

967Flam May these adde to the number y^t may scald thee:

968Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,

969Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:

970Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,

971It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!

972I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,

973Has my Lords meate in him:

974Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,

975When he is turn'd to poyson?

976O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:

977And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature

978Which my Lord payd for, be of any power

979To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower. Exit.

981Luc. Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend

982and an Honourable Gentleman.

9831 We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but stran-

984gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and

985which I heare from common rumours, now Lord Timons

986happie howres are done and past, and his estate shrinkes

987from him.

988Lucius. Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want

989for money.

9902 But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe,

991one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to borrow so

992many Talents, nay vrg'd extreamly for't, and shewed

86Timon of Athens.

993what necessity belong'd too't, and yet was deny'de.

994Luci. How?

9952 I tell you, deny'de my Lord.

996Luci. What a strange case was that? Now before the

997Gods I am asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man?

998There was verie little Honour shew'd in't. For my owne

999part, I must needes confesse, I haue receyued some small

1000kindnesses from him, as Money, Plate, Iewels, and such

1001like Trifles; nothing comparing to his: yet had hee mi-

1002stooke him, and sent to me, I should ne're haue denied his

1003Occasion so many Talents.

1005Seruil. See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue

1006swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord.

1007Lucil. Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell,

1008commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my ve-

1009ry exquisite Friend.

1010Seruil. May it please your Honour, my Lord hath

1011sent---

1012Luci. Ha? what ha's he sent? I am so much endeered

1013to that Lord; hee's euer sending: how shall I thank him

1014think'st thou? And what has he sent now?

1015Seruil. Has onely sent his present Occasion now my

1016Lord: requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse

1017with so many Talents.

1018Lucil. I know his Lordship is but merry with me,

1019He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.

1020Seruil. But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord.

1021If his occasion were not vertuous,

1022I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully.

1023Luc. Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius?

1024Seruil. Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir.

1025Luci. What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my

1026self against such a good time, when I might ha shewn my

1027selfe Honourable? How vnluckily it hapned, that I shold

1028Purchase the day before for a little part, and vndo a great

1029deale of Honour? Seruilius. now before the Gods I am

1030not able to do (the more beast I say) I was sending to vse

1031Lord Timon my selfe, these Gentlemen can witnesse; but

1032I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done't now.

1033Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I

1034hope his Honor will conceiue the fairest of mee, because

1035I haue no power to be kinde. And tell him this from me,

1036I count it one of my greatest afflictions say, that I cannot

1037pleasure such an Honourable Gentleman. Good Seruili-

1038us, will you befriend mee so farre, as to vse mine owne

1039words to him?

1040Ser. Yes sir, I shall. Exit Seruil.

1041Lucil. Ile looke you out a good turne Seruilius.

1042True as you said, Timon is shrunke indeede,

1043And he that's once deny'de, will hardly speede. Exit.

10441 Do you obserue this Hostilius?

10452 I, to well.

10461 Why this is the worlds soule,

1047And iust of the same peece

1048Is euery Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend

1049That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing

1050Timon has bin this Lords Father,

1051And kept his credit with his purse:

1052Supported his estate, nay Timons money

1053Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes,

1054But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip,

1055And yet, oh see the monstrousnesse of man,

1056When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape;

1057He does deny him (in respect of his)

1058What charitable men affoord to Beggers.

10593 Religion grones at it.

10601 For mine owne part, I neuer tasted Timon in my life

1061Nor came any of his bounties ouer me,

1062To marke me for his Friend. Yet I protest,

1063For his right Noble minde, illustrious Vertue,

1064And Honourable Carriage,

1065Had his necessity made vse of me,

1066I would haue put my wealth into Donation,

1067And the best halfe should haue return'd to him,

1068So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue,

1069Men must learne now with pitty to dispence,

1070For Policy sits aboue Conscience. Exeunt.

1073Semp. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum.

1074'Boue all others?

1075He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,

1076And now Ventidgius is wealthy too,

1077Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these

1078Owes their estates vnto him.

1079Ser. My Lord,

1080They haue all bin touch'd, and found Base-Mettle,

1081For they haue all denied him.

1082Semp. How? Haue they deny'de him?

1083Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him,

1084And does he send to me? Three? Humh?

1085It shewes but little loue, or iudgement in him.

1086Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physitians)

1087Thriue, giue him ouer: Must I take th'Cure vpon me?

1088Has much disgrac'd me in't, I'me angry at him,

1089That might haue knowne my place. I see no sense for't,

1090But his Occasions might haue wooed me first:

1091For in my conscience, I was the first man

1092That ere receiued guift from him.

1093And does he thinke so backwardly of me now,

1094That Ile requite it last? No:

1095So it may proue an Argument of Laughter

1096To th'rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Foole:

1097I'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe,

1098Had sent to me first, but for my mindes sake:

1099I'de such a courage to do him good. But now returne,

1100And with their faint reply, this answer ioyne;

1101Who bates mine Honor, shall not know my Coyne. Exit

1102Ser. Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the

1103diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Poli-

1104ticke; he crossed himselfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but

1105in the end, the Villanies of man will set him cleere. How

1106fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule? Takes Vertu-

1107ous Copies to be wicked: like those, that vnder hotte ar-

1108dent zeale, would set whole Realmes on fire, of such a na-

1109ture is his politike loue.

1110This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled

1111Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead,

1112Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards

1113Many a bounteous yeere, must be imploy'd

1114Now to guard sure their Master:

1115And this is all a liberall course allowes,

1116Who cannot keepe his wealth, must keep his house. Exit.

1120Var. man. Well met, goodmorrow Titus & Hortensius

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1121Tit. The like to you kinde Varro.

1122Hort. Lucius, what do we meet together?

1123Luci. I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all.

1124For mine is money.

1125Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

1127Luci. And sir Philotus too.

1128Phil. Good day at once.

1129Luci. Welcome good Brother.

1130What do you thinke the houre?

1131Phil. Labouring for Nine.

1132Luci. So much?

1133Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet?

1134Luci. Not yet.

1135Phil. I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen.

1136Luci. I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him:

1137You must consider, that a Prodigall course

1138Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare:

1139'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One

1140may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little.

1141Phil. I am of your feare, for that.

1142Tit. Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent:

1143Your Lord sends now for Money?

1144Hort. Most true, he doe's.

1145Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift,

1146For which I waite for money.

1147Hort. It is against my heart.

1148Luci. Marke how strange it showes,

1149Timon in this, should pay more then he owes:

1150And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels,

1151And send for money for 'em.

1152Hort. I'me weary of this Charge,

1153The Gods can witnesse:

1154I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth,

1155And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.

1156Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes:

1157What's yours?

1158Luci. Fiue thousand mine.

1159Varro. 'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum

1160Your Masters confidence was aboue mine,

1161Else surely his had equall'd.

1163Tit. One of Lord Timons men.

1164Luc. Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie

1165to come forth?

1166Flam. No, indeed he is not.

1167Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much.

1168Flam. I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too (diligent.

1170Luci. Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so?

1171He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.

1172Tit. Do you heare, sir?

11732.Varro. By your leaue, sir.

1174Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend.

1175Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.

1176Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,

1177'Twere sure enough.

1178Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes

1179When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?

1180Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts,

1181And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.

1182You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,

1183Let me passe quietly:

1184Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,

1185I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.

1186Luci. I, but this answer will not serue.

1187Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you,

1188For you serue Knaues.

11891.Varro. How? What does his casheer'd Worship

1190mutter?

11912.Varro. No matter what, hee's poore, and that's re-

1192uenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that

1193has no house to put his head in? Such may rayle against

1194great buildings.

1196Tit. Oh heere's Seruilius: now wee shall know some

1197answere.

1198Seru. If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre

1199some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't

1200of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:

1201His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out

1202of health, and keepes his Chamber.

1203Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke:

1204And if it be so farre beyond his health,

1205Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,

1206And make a cleere way to the Gods.

1207Seruil. Good Gods.

1208Titus. We cannot take this for answer, sir.

1209Flaminius within. Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord.

1211Tim. What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?

1212Haue I bin euer free, and must my house

1213Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole?

1214The place which I haue Feasted, does it now

1215(Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?

1216Luci. Put in now Titus.

1217Tit. My Lord, heere is my Bill.

1218Luci. Here's mine.

12191.Var. And mine, my Lord.

12202.Var. And ours, my Lord.

1221Philo. All our Billes.

1222Tim. Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the

1223Girdle.

1224Luc. Alas, my Lord.

1225Tim. Cut my heart in summes.

1226Tit. Mine, fifty Talents.

1227Tim. Tell out my blood.

1228Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord.

1229Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that.

1230What yours? and yours?

12311.Var. My Lord.

12322.Var. My Lord.

1233Tim. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.

1235Hort. Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their

1236caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe-

1237rate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Exeunt.

1239Timon. They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the

1240slaues. Creditors? Diuels.

1241Stew. My deere Lord.

1242Tim. What if it should be so?

1243Stew. My Lord.

1244Tim. Ile haue it so. My Steward?

1245Stew. Heere my Lord.

1246Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe,

1247Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All,

1248Ile once more feast the Rascals.

1249Stew. O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra-

1250cted soule; there's not so much left to, furnish out a mo-

1251derate Table.

88Timon of Athens.

1252Tim. Be it not in thy care:

1253Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide

1254Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide. Exeunt

12571.Sen. My Lord, you haue my voyce, too't,

1258The faults Bloody:

1259'Tis necessary he should dye:

1260Nothing imboldens sinne so much, as Mercy.

12612 Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em.

1262Alc. Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate.

12631 Now Captaine.

1264Alc. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues;

1265For pitty is the vertue of the Law,

1266And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly.

1267It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie

1268Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood

1269Hath stept into the Law: which is past depth

1270To those that (without heede) do plundge intoo't.

1271He is a Man (setting his Fate aside) of comely Vertues,

1272Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice,

1273(And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)

1274But with a Noble Fury, and faire spirit,

1275Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death,

1276He did oppose his Foe:

1277And with such sober and vnnoted passion

1278He did behooue his anger ere 'twas spent,

1279As if he had but prou'd an Argument.

12801Sen. You vndergo too strict a Paradox,

1281Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:

1282Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd

1283To bring Man-slaughter into forme, and set Quarrelling

1284Vpon the head of Valour; which indeede

1285Is Valour mis-begot, and came into the world,

1286When Sects, and Factions were newly borne.

1287Hee's truly Valiant, that can wisely suffer

1288The worst that man can breath,

1289And make his Wrongs, his Out-sides,

1290To weare them like his Rayment, carelessely,

1291And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart,

1292To bring it into danger.

1293If Wrongs be euilles, and inforce vs kill,

1294What Folly 'tis, to hazard life for Ill.

1295Alci. My Lord.

12961.Sen. You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare,

1297To reuenge is no Valour, but to beare.

1298Alci. My Lords, then vnder fauour, pardon me,

1299If I speake like a Captaine.

1300Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell,

1301And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't,

1302And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats

1303Without repugnancy? If there be

1304Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee

1305Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant

1306That stay at home, if Bearing carry it:

1307And the Asse, more Captaine then the Lyon?

1308The fellow loaden with Irons, wiser then the Iudge?

1309If Wisedome be in suffering, Oh my Lords,

1310As you are great, be pittifully Good,

1311Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?

1312To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,

1313But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.

1314To be in Anger, is impietie:

1315But who is Man, that is not Angrie.

1316Weigh but the Crime with this.

13172.Sen. You breath in vaine.

1318Alci. In vaine?

1319His seruice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,

1320Were a sufficient briber for his life.

13211 What's that?

1322Alc. Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice,

1323And slaine in fight many of your enemies:

1324How full of valour did he beare himselfe

1325In the last Conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

13262 He has made too much plenty with him:

1327He's a sworne Riotor, he has a sinne

1328That often drownes him, and takes his valour prisoner.

1329If there were no Foes, that were enough

1330To ouercome him. In that Beastly furie,

1331He has bin knowne to commit outrages,

1332And cherrish Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to vs,

1333His dayes are foule, and his drinke dangerous.

13341 He dyes.

1335Alci. Hard fate: he might haue dyed in warre.

1336My Lords, if not for any parts in him,

1337Though his right arme might purchase his owne time,

1338And be in debt to none: yet more to moue you,

1339Take my deserts to his, and ioyne 'em both.

1340And for I know, your reuerend Ages loue Security,

1341Ile pawne my Victories, all my Honour to you

1342Vpon his good returnes.

1343If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,

1344Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore,

1345For Law is strict, and Warre is nothing more.

13461 We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more

1347On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother,

1348He forfeits his owne blood, that spilles another.

1349Alc. Must it be so? It must not bee:

1350My Lords, I do beseech you know mee.

13512 How?

1352Alc. Call me to your remembrances.

13533 What.

1354Alc. I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,

1355It could not else be, I should proue so bace,

1356To sue and be deny'de such common Grace.

1357My wounds ake at you.

13581 Do you dare our anger?

1359'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:

1360We banish thee for euer.

1361Alc. Banish me?

1362Banish your dotage, banish vsurie,

1363That makes the Senate vgly.

13641 If after two dayes shine, Athens containe thee,

1365Attend our waightier Iudgement.

1366And not to swell our Spirit,

1367He shall be executed presently. Exeunt.

1368Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough,

1369That you may liue

1370Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.

1371I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes

1372While they haue told their Money, and let out

1373Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe,

1374Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this?

1375Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat

1376Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment.

1377It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,

1378It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie,

1379That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp

1380My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;

1381'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods,

1382Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods. Exit.

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13841 The good time of day to you, sir.

13852 I also wish it to you: I thinke this Honorable Lord

1386did but try vs this other day.

13871 Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee en-

1388countred. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it

1389seeme in the triall of his seuerall Friends.

13902 It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Fea-

1391sting.

13921 I should thinke so. He hath sent mee an earnest in-

1393uiting, which many my neere occasions did vrge mee to

1394put off: but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them, and I

1395must needs appeare.

13962 In like manner was I in debt to my importunat bu-

1397sinesse, but he would not heare my excuse. I am sorrie,

1398when he sent to borrow of mee, that my Prouision was

1399out.

14001 I am sicke of that greefe too, as I vnderstand how all

1401things go.

14022 Euery man heares so: what would hee haue borro-

1403wed of you?

14041 A thousand Peeces.

14052 A thousand Peeces?

14061 What of you?

14072 He sent to me sir--- Heere he comes.

1409Tim. With all my heart Gentlemen both; and how

1410fare you?

14111 Euer at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.

14122 The Swallow followes not Summer more willing,

1413then we your Lordship.

1414Tim. Nor more willingly leaues Winter, such Sum-

1415mer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not re-

1416compence this long stay: Feast your eares with the Mu-

1417sicke awhile: If they will fare so harshly o'th'Trumpets

1418sound: we shall too't presently.

14191 I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lord-

1420ship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.

1421Tim. O sir, let it not trouble you.

14222 My Noble Lord.

1423Tim. Ah my good Friend, what cheere?

14252 My most Honorable Lord, I am e'ne sick of shame,

1426that when your Lordship this other day sent to me, I was

1427so vnfortunate a Beggar.

1428Tim. Thinke not on't, sir.

14292 If you had sent but two houres before.

1430Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.

1431Come bring in all together.

14322 All couer'd Dishes.

14331 Royall Cheare, I warrant you.

14343 Doubt not that, if money and the season can yeild it

14351 How do you? What's the newes?

14363 Alcibiades is banish'd: heare you of it?

1437Both. Alcibiades banish'd?

14383 'Tis so, be sure of it.

14391 How? How?

14402 I pray you vpon what?

1441Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw neere?

14423 Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast toward

14432 This is the old man still.

14443 Wilt hold? Wilt hold?

14452 It do's: but time will, and so.

14463 I do conceyue.

1447Tim. Each man to his stoole, with that spurre as hee

1448would to the lip of his Mistris: your dyet shall bee in all

1449places alike. Make not a Citie Feast of it, to let the meat

1450coole, ere we can agree vpon the first place. Sit, sit.

1451The Gods require our Thankes.

1452You great Benefactors, sprinkle our Society with Thanke-

1453fulnesse. For your owne guifts, make your selues prais'd: But

1454reserue still to giue, least your Deities be despised. Lend to each

1455man enough, that one neede not lend to another. For were your

1456Godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the Gods. Make

1457the Meate be beloued, more then the Man that giues it. Let

1458no Assembly of Twenty, be without a score of Villaines. If there

1459sit twelue Women at the Table, let a dozen of them bee as they

1460are. The rest of your Fees, O Gods, the Senators of Athens,

1461together with the common legge of People, what is amisse in

1462them, you Gods, make suteable for destruction. For these my

1463present Friends, as they are to mee nothing, so in nothing blesse

1464them, and to nothing are they welcome.

1465Vncouer Dogges, and lap.

1466Some speake. What do's his Lordship meane?

1467Some other. I know not.

1468Timon. May you a better Feast neuer behold

1469You knot of Mouth-Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water

1470Is your perfection. This is Timons last,

1471Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries,

1472Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces

1473Your reeking villany. Liue loath'd, and long

1474Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites,

1475Curteous Destroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares:

1476You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher-friends, Times Flyes,

1477Cap and knee-Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes.

1478Of Man and Beast, the infinite Maladie

1479Crust you quite o're. What do'st thou go?

1480Soft, take thy Physicke first; thou too, and thou:

1481Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none.

1482What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast,

1483Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Guest.

1484Burne house, sinke Athens, henceforth hated be

1485Of Timon Man, and all Humanity. Exit

14871 How now, my Lords?

14882 Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury?

14893 Push, did you see my Cap?

14904 I haue lost my Gowne.

14911 He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors swaies

1492him. He gaue me a Iewell th'other day, and now hee has

1493beate it out of my hat.

1494Did you see my Iewell?

14952 Did you see my Cap.

14963 Heere 'tis.

14974 Heere lyes my Gowne.

14981 Let's make no stay.

14992 Lord Timons mad.

15003 I feel't vpon my bones.

15014 One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day stones.

1504Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall

1505That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth,

1506And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,

1507Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles

hh Plucke

90Timon of Athens.

1508Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,

1509And minister in their steeds, to generall Filthes.

1510Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity,

1511Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast

1512Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues,

1513And cut your Trusters throates. Bound Seruants, steale,

1514Large-handed Robbers your graue Masters are,

1515And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed,

1516Thy Mistris is o'th'Brothell. Some of sixteen,

1517Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,

1518With it, beate out his Braines, Piety, and Feare,

1519Religion to the Gods, Peace, Iustice, Truth,

1520Domesticke awe, Night-rest, and Neighbour-hood,

1521Instruction, Manners, Mysteries, and Trades,

1522Degrees, Obseruances, Customes, and Lawes,

1523Decline to your confounding contraries.

1524And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men,

1525Your potent and infectious Feauors, heape

1526On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,

1527Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt

1528As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie

1529Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth,

1530That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue,

1531And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,

1532Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop

1533Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath,

1534That their Society (as their Friendship) may

1535Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee

1536But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,

1537Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:

1538Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde

1539Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde.

1540The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)

1541Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:

1542And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow

1543To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.

1544Amen. Exit.

15461 Heare you M. Steward, where's our Master?

1547Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining?

1548Stew. Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you?

1549Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,

1550I am as poore as you.

15511 Such a House broke?

1552So Noble a Master falne, all gone, and not

1553One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme,

1554And go along with him.

15552 As we do turne our backes

1556From our Companion, throwne into his graue,

1557So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes

1558Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with him

1559Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfe

1560A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,

1561With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty,

1562Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.

1564Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house.

15653 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery,

1566That see I by our Faces: we are Fellowes still,

1567Seruing alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our Barke,

1568And we poore Mates, stand on the dying Decke,

1569Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part

1570Into this Sea of Ayre.

1571Stew. Good Fellowes all,

1572The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you.

1573Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,

1574Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say

1575As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes,

1576We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some:

1577Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more,

1578Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poore.

1580Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs!

1581Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,

1582Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt?

1583Who would be so mock'd with Glory, or to liue

1584But in a Dreame of Friendship,

1585To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds,

1586But onely painted like his varnisht Friends:

1587Poore honest Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart,

1588Vndone by Goodnesse: Strange vnvsuall blood,

1589When mans worst sinne is, He do's too much Good.

1590Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen?

1591For Bounty that makes Gods, do still marre Men.

1592My deerest Lord, blest to be most accurst,

1593Rich onely to be wretched; thy great Fortunes

1594Are made thy cheefe Afflictions. Alas (kinde Lord)

1595Hee's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate

1596Of monstrous Friends:

1597Nor ha's he with him to supply his life,

1598Or that which can command it:

1599Ile follow and enquire him out.

1600Ile euer serue his minde, with my best will,

1601Whilst I haue Gold, Ile be his Steward still. Exit.

1603Tim. O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth

1604Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe

1605Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,

1606Whose procreation, residence, and birth,

1607Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes,

1608The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature

1609(To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune

1610But by contempt of Nature.

1611Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,

1612The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary,

1613The Begger Natiue Honor.

1614It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides,

1615The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares

1616In puritie of Manhood stand vpright

1617And fay, this mans a Flatterer. If one be,

1618So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune

1619Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate

1620Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:

1621There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures

1622But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd,

1623All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men.

1624His semblable, yea himselfe Timon disdaines,

1625Destruction phang mankinde; Earth yeeld me Rootes,

1626Who seekes for better of thee, sawce his pallate

1627With thy most operant Poyson. What is heere?

1628Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold?

1629No Gods, I am no idle Votarist,

1630Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make

1631Blacke, white; fowle, faire; wrong, right;

1632Base, Noble; Old, young; Coward, valiant.

1633Ha you Gods! why this? what this, you Gods? why this

1634Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides:

1635Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads.

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1636This yellow Slaue,

1637Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst,

1638Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues,

1639And giue them Title, knee, and approbation

1640With Senators on the Bench: This is it

1641That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;

1642Shee, whom the Spittle-house, and vlcerous sores,

1643Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices

1644To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,

1645Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes

1646Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee

1647Do thy right Nature. March afarre off.

1648Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,

1649But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)

1650When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:

1651Nay stay thou out for earnest.

1654Alc. What art thou there? speake.

1655Tim. A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart

1656For shewing me againe the eyes of Man.

1657Alc. What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,

1658That art thy selfe a Man?

1659Tim. I am Misantropos, and hate Mankinde.

1660For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge,

1661That I might loue thee something.

1662Alc. I know thee well:

1663But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.

1664Tim. I know thee too, and more then that I know thee

1665I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,

1666With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:

1667Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,

1668Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,

1669Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,

1670For all her Cherubin looke.

1671Phrin. Thy lips rot off.

1672Tim. I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes

1673To thine owne lippes againe.

1674Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change?

1675Tim. As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue:

1676But then renew I could not like the Moone,

1677There were no Sunnes to borrow of.

1678Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

1679Tim. None, but to maintaine my opinion.

1680Alc. What is it Timon?

1681Tim. Promise me Friendship, but performe none.

1682If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou

1683art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for

1684thou art a man.

1685Alc. I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries.

1686Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie.

1687Alc. I see them now, then was a blessed time.

1688Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots.

1689Timan. Is this th'Athenian Minion, whom the world

1690Voic'd so regardfully?

1691Tim. Art thou Timandra? Timan. Yes.

1692Tim. Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee,

1693giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make

1694vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and

1695Bathes, bring downe Rose-cheekt youth to the Fubfast,

1696and the Diet.

1697Timan. Hang thee Monster.

1698Alc. Pardon him sweet Timandra, for his wits

1699Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities.

1700I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon,

1701The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt

1702In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd

1703How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth,

1704Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states

1705But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.

1706Tim. I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone.

1707Alc. I am thy Friend, and pitty thee deere Timon.

1708Tim. How doest thou pitty him whom y^u dost troble,

1709I had rather be alone.

1710Alc. Why fare thee well:

1711Heere is some Gold for thee.

1712Tim. Keepe it, I cannot eate it.

1713Alc. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape.

1714Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens.

1715Alc. I Timon, and haue cause.

1716Tim. The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,

1717And thee after, when thou hast Conquer'd.

1718Alc. Why me, Timon?

1719Tim. That by killing of Villaines

1720Thou was't borne to conquer my Country.

1721Put vp thy Gold. Go on, heeres Gold, go on;

1722Be as a Plannetary plague, when Ioue

1723Will o're some high-Vic'd City, hang his poyson

1724In the sicke ayre: let not thy sword skip one:

1725Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard,

1726He is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,

1727It is her habite onely, that is honest,

1728Her selfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke

1729Make soft thy trenchant Sword: for those Milke pappes

1730That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes,

1731Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,

1732But set them down horrible Traitors. Spare not the Babe

1733Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy;

1734Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle

1735Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,

1736And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,

1737Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes,

1738Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,

1739Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding,

1740Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,

1741Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,

1742Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.

1743Alc. Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi-

1744uest me, not all thy Counsell.

1745Tim. Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon

1746thee.

1747Both. Giue vs some Gold good Timon, hast y^u more?

1748Tim. Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade,

1749And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts

1750Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable,

1751Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare

1752Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues

1753Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes:

1754Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still.

1755And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you,

1756Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,

1757Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

1758And be no turne-coats: yet may your paines six months

1759Be quite contrary, And Thatch

1760Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,

1761(Some that were hang'd) no matter:

1762Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,

1763Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:

1764A pox of wrinkles.

1765Both. Well, more Gold, what then?

hh2 Beleeue't

92Timon of Athens.

1766Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold.

1767Tim. Consumptions sowe

1768In hollow bones of man, strike their sharpe shinnes,

1769And marre mens spurring. Cracke the Lawyers voyce,

1770That he may neuer more false Title pleade,

1771Nor sound his Quillets shrilly: Hoare the Flamen,

1772That scold'st against the quality of flesh,

1773And not beleeues himselfe. Downe with the Nose,

1774Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away

1775Of him, that his particular to foresee

1776Smels from the generall weale. Make curld' pate Ruffians (bald

1777And let the vnscarr'd Braggerts of the Warre

1778Deriue some paine from you. Plague all,

1779That your Actiuity may defeate and quell

1780The sourse of all Erection. There's more Gold.

1781Do you damne others, and let this damne you,

1782And ditches graue you all.

1783Both. More counsell with more Money, bounteous

1784Timon.

1785Tim. More whore, more Mischeefe first, I haue gi-

1786uen you earnest.

1787Alc. Strike vp the Drum towardes Athens, farewell

1788Timon: if I thriue well, Ile visit thee againe.

1789Tim. If I hope well, Ile neuer see thee more.

1790Alc. I neuer did thee harme.

1791Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.