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  • Title: Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

    1545Enter Steward with two or three Seruants.
    1 Heare you M. Steward, where's our Master?
    Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining?
    Stew. Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you?
    Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,
    1550I am as poore as you.
    1 Such a House broke?
    So Noble a Master falne, all gone, and not
    One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme,
    And go along with him.
    15552 As we do turne our backes
    From our Companion, throwne into his graue,
    So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
    Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with him
    Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfe
    1560A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,
    With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty,
    Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.
    Enter other Seruants.
    Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house.
    15653 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery,
    That see I by our Faces: we are Fellowes still,
    Seruing alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our Barke,
    And we poore Mates, stand on the dying Decke,
    Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part
    1570Into this Sea of Ayre.
    Stew. Good Fellowes all,
    The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you.
    Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,
    Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say
    1575As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes,
    We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some:
    Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more,
    Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poore.
    Embrace and part seuerall wayes.
    1580Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs!
    Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
    Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt?
    Who would be so mock'd with Glory, or to liue
    But in a Dreame of Friendship,
    1585To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds,
    But onely painted like his varnisht Friends:
    Poore honest Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart,
    Vndone by Goodnesse: Strange vnvsuall blood,
    When mans worst sinne is, He do's too much Good.
    1590Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen?
    For Bounty that makes Gods, do still marre Men.
    My deerest Lord, blest to be most accurst,
    Rich onely to be wretched; thy great Fortunes
    Are made thy cheefe Afflictions. Alas (kinde Lord)
    1595Hee's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate
    Of monstrous Friends:
    Nor ha's he with him to supply his life,
    Or that which can command it:
    Ile follow and enquire him out.
    1600Ile euer serue his minde, with my best will,
    Whilst I haue Gold, Ile be his Steward still. Exit.