THE LIFE OF TIMON OF ATHENS

Contents
ACT I
Scene I. Athens. A hall in TimonÕs house
Scene II. The Same. A room of state in TimonÕs house
ACT II
Scene I. Athens. A room in a senatorÕs house
Scene II. The same. A hall in TimonÕs house
ACT III
Scene I. Athens. A room in LucullusÕ house
Scene II. A public place
Scene III. The same. A room in SemproniusÕ house
Scene IV. A hall in TimonÕs house
Scene V. The same. The senate house
Scene VI. A room of state in TimonÕs house
ACT IV
Scene I. Without the walls of Athens
Scene II. Athens. A room in TimonÕs house
Scene III. Woods and caves near the sea-shore
ACT V
Scene I. The woods. Before TimonÕs cave
Scene III. The same
Scene III. Before the walls of Athens
Scene IV. The woods. TimonÕs cave, and a rude tomb seen
Scene V. Before the walls of Athens
Dramatis Person¾
TIMON, a noble Athenian
FLAVIUS, steward to Timon
FLAMINIUS, servant to Timon
LUCILIUS, servant to Timon
SERVILIUS, servant to Timon
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain
PHRYNIA, mistress to Alcibiades
TIMANDRA, mistress to Alcibiades
LUCIUS, friend of Timon
LUCULLUS, friend of Timon
SEMPRONIUS, friend of Timon
VENTIDIUS, friend of Timon
CAPHIS, servant of TimonÕs creditors
SERVANT of Isidore
Two SERVANTS of Varro
TITUS, servant of TimonÕs creditors
HORTENSIUS, servant of TimonÕs creditors
LUCIUS, servant of TimonÕs creditors
PHILOTUS, servant of TimonÕs creditors
LORDS and SENATORS of Athens
Three STRANGERS, one called HOSTILIUS
An OLD ATHENIAN
POET
PAINTER
JEWELLER
MERCHANT
A FOOL
A PAGE
CUPID and Amazons in the Masque
BANDITTI
Officers, Soldiers, Servants, Thieves, Messengers and Attendants
SCENE. Athens, and the neighbouring woods
ACT I
SCENE I. Athens. A hall in TimonÕs house
EnterÊPoet, Painter, JewellerÊandÊMerchantÊat several doors.
POET.
Good day, sir.
PAINTER.
I am glad youÕre well.
POET.
I have not seen you long. How goes the world?
PAINTER.
It wears, sir, as it grows.
POET.
Ay, thatÕs well known.
But what particular rarity? What strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty, all these spirits thy power
Hath conjured to attend! I know the merchant.
PAINTER.
I know them both. ThÕ otherÕs a jeweller.
MERCHANT.
O, Õtis a worthy lord!
JEWELLER.
Nay, thatÕs most fixed.
MERCHANT.
A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness.
He passes.
JEWELLER.
I have a jewel hereÑ
MERCHANT.
O, pray letÕs seeÕt. For the Lord Timon, sir?
JEWELLER.
If he will touch the estimate. But for thatÑ
POET.
When we for recompense have praised the vile,
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.
MERCHANT.
[Looking at the jewel.]
ÕTis a good form.
JEWELLER.
And rich. Here is a water, look ye.
PAINTER.
You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.
POET.
A thing slipped idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum which oozes
From whence Õtis nourished. The fire iÕ thÕ flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chases. What have you there?
PAINTER.
A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
POET.
Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
LetÕs see your piece.
PAINTER.
ÕTis a good piece.
POET.
So Õtis. This comes off well and excellent.
PAINTER.
Indifferent.
POET.
Admirable! How this grace
Speaks his own standing! What a mental power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination
Moves in this lip! To thÕ dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.
PAINTER.
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch. IsÕt good?
POET.
IÕll say of it,
It tutors nature. Artificial strife
Lives in these touches livelier than life.
Enter certainÊSenators,Êwho pass over the stage.
PAINTER.
How this lord is followed!
POET.
The senators of Athens, happy men!
PAINTER.
Look, more!
POET.
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.
I have in this rough work shaped out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment. My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax. No levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
PAINTER.
How shall I understand you?
POET.
I will unbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
As well of glib and slippÕry creatures as
Of grave and austere quality, tender down
Their services to Lord Timon. His large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself; even he drops down
The knee before him and returns in peace
Most rich in TimonÕs nod.
PAINTER.
I saw them speak together.
POET.
Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
Feigned Fortune to be throned. The base oÕ thÕ mount
Is ranked with all deserts, all kind of natures
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states. Amongst them all
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed,
One do I personate of Lord TimonÕs frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her,
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
Translates his rivals.
PAINTER.
ÕTis conceived to scope.
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
With one man beckoned from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well expressed
In our condition.
POET.
Nay, sir, but hear me on.
All those which were his fellows but of late,
Some better than his value, on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Drink the free air.
PAINTER.
Ay, marry, what of these?
POET.
When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants,
Which laboured after him to the mountainÕs top
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
PAINTER.
ÕTis common.
A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of FortuneÕs
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.
Trumpets sound. EnterÊLord Timon,Êaddressing himself courteously to every suitor. He is accompanied by aÊMessenger;ÊLuciliusÊand other servants follow.
TIMON.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
MESSENGER.
Ay, my good lord. Five talents is his debt,
His means most short, his creditors most strait.
Your honourable letter he desires
To those have shut him up, which, failing,
Periods his comfort.
TIMON.
Noble Ventidius. Well,
I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
A gentleman that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have. IÕll pay the debt and free him.
MESSENGER.
Your lordship ever binds him.
TIMON.
Commend me to him, I will send his ransom;
And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
ÕTis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
MESSENGER.
All happiness to your honour.
[Exit.]
Enter anÊOld Athenian.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Lord Timon, hear me speak.
TIMON.
Freely, good father.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
TIMON.
I have so. What of him?
OLD ATHENIAN.
Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
TIMON.
Attends he here or no? Lucilius!
LUCILIUS.
Here, at your lordshipÕs service.
OLD ATHENIAN.
This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclined to thrift,
And my estate deserves an heir more raised
Than one which holds a trencher.
TIMON.
Well, what further?
OLD ATHENIAN.
One only daughter have I, no kin else,
On whom I may confer what I have got.
The maid is fair, oÕ thÕ youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love. I prithee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.
TIMON.
The man is honest.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Therefore he will be, Timon.
His honesty rewards him in itself;
It must not bear my daughter.
TIMON.
Does she love him?
OLD ATHENIAN.
She is young and apt.
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levityÕs in youth.
TIMON.
[To Lucilius.] Love you the maid?
LUCILIUS.
Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
OLD ATHENIAN.
If in her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world
And dispossess her all.
TIMON.
How shall she be endowed,
If she be mated with an equal husband?
OLD ATHENIAN.
Three talents on the present; in future, all.
TIMON.
This gentleman of mine hath served me long.
To build his fortune I will strain a little,
For Õtis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter.
What you bestow, in him IÕll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
TIMON.
My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
LUCILIUS.
Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping
Which is not owed to you.
[ExeuntÊLuciliusÊandÊOld Athenian.]
POET.
[Presenting his poem.]
Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship.
TIMON.
I thank you, you shall hear from me anon.
Go not away.ÑWhat have you there, my friend?
PAINTER.
A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.
TIMON.
Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man,
For since dishonour traffics with manÕs nature,
He is but outside; these pencilled figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work,
And you shall find I like it. Wait attendance
Till you hear further from me.
PAINTER.
The gods preserve you.
TIMON.
Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand.
We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
Hath suffered under praise.
JEWELLER.
What, my lord, dispraise?
TIMON.
A mere satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for Õt as Õtis extolled,
It would unclew me quite.
JEWELLER.
My lord, Õtis rated
As those which sell would give. But you well know
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters. BelieveÕt, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
TIMON.
Well mocked.
MERCHANT.
No, my good lord, he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.
EnterÊApemantus.
TIMON.
Look who comes here. Will you be chid?
JEWELLER.
WeÕll bear, with your lordship.
MERCHANT.
HeÕll spare none.
TIMON.
Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus.
APEMANTUS.
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrowÑ
When thou art TimonÕs dog, and these knaves honest.
TIMON.
Why dost thou call them knaves? Thou knowÕst them not.
APEMANTUS.
Are they not Athenians?
TIMON.
Yes.
APEMANTUS.
Then I repent not.
JEWELLER.
You know me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Thou knowÕst I do, I called thee by thy name.
TIMON.
Thou art proud, Apemantus.
APEMANTUS.
Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
TIMON.
Whither art going?
APEMANTUS.
To knock out an honest AthenianÕs brains.
TIMON.
ThatÕs a deed thouÕlt die for.
APEMANTUS.
Right, if doing nothing be death by thÕ law.
TIMON.
How likÕst thou this picture, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
The best, for the innocence.
TIMON.
Wrought he not well that painted it?
APEMANTUS.
He wrought better that made the painter, and yet heÕs but a filthy piece of work.
PAINTER.
YouÕre a dog.
APEMANTUS.
Thy motherÕs of my generation. WhatÕs she, if I be a dog?
TIMON.
Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
No, I eat not lords.
TIMON.
An thou shouldst, thouÕdst anger ladies.
APEMANTUS.
O, they eat lords. So they come by great bellies.
TIMON.
ThatÕs a lascivious apprehension.
APEMANTUS.
So thou apprehendÕst it, take it for thy labour.
TIMON.
How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
TIMON.
What dost thou think Õtis worth?
APEMANTUS.
Not worth my thinking. How now, poet?
POET.
How now, philosopher?
APEMANTUS.
Thou liest.
POET.
Art not one?
APEMANTUS.
Yes.
POET.
Then I lie not.
APEMANTUS.
Art not a poet?
POET.
Yes.
APEMANTUS.
Then thou liest. Look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
POET.
ThatÕs not feigned, he is so.
APEMANTUS.
Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy oÕ thÕ flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
TIMON.
What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
EÕen as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
TIMON.
What, thyself?
APEMANTUS.
Ay.
TIMON.
Wherefore?
APEMANTUS.
That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant?
MERCHANT.
Ay, Apemantus.
APEMANTUS.
Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not.
MERCHANT.
If traffic do it, the gods do it.
APEMANTUS.
TrafficÕs thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpet sounds. Enter aÊMessenger.
TIMON.
What trumpetÕs that?
MESSENGER.
ÕTis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
All of companionship.
TIMON.
Pray entertain them, give them guide to us.
[Exeunt someÊAttendants.]
You must needs dine with me. Go not you hence
Till I have thanked you; when dinnerÕs done,
Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
EnterÊAlcibiadesÊwith his company.
Most welcome, sir.
[They bow to each other.]
APEMANTUS.
[Aside.] So, so, there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
That there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves,
And all this courtesy! The strain of manÕs bred out
Into baboon and monkey.
ALCIBIADES.
Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
Most hungerly on your sight.
TIMON.
Right welcome, sir!
Ere we depart weÕll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all butÊApemantus.]
Enter twoÊLords.
FIRST LORD.
What time oÕ day isÕt, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Time to be honest.
FIRST LORD.
That time serves still.
APEMANTUS.
The more accursed thou, that still omittÕst it.
SECOND LORD.
Thou art going to Lord TimonÕs feast?
APEMANTUS.
Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
SECOND LORD.
Fare thee well, fare thee well.
APEMANTUS.
Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
SECOND LORD.
Why, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
FIRST LORD.
Hang thyself!
APEMANTUS.
No, I will do nothing at thy bidding. Make thy requests to thy friend.
SECOND LORD.
Away, unpeaceable dog, or IÕll spurn thee hence.
APEMANTUS.
I will fly, like a dog, the heels oÕ thÕ ass.
[Exit.]
FIRST LORD.
HeÕs opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in
And taste Lord TimonÕs bounty? He outgoes
The very heart of kindness.
SECOND LORD.
He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
Is but his steward. No meed but he repays
Sevenfold above itself, no gift to him
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.
FIRST LORD.
The noblest mind he carries
That ever governed man.
SECOND LORD.
Long may he live in fortunes. Shall we in?
FIRST LORD.
IÕll keep you company.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The Same. A room of state in TimonÕs house
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in,ÊFlaviusÊand others attending; and then enterÊLord Timon,Êthe Senators, the Athenian Lords,ÊAlcibiades,ÊandÊVentidius,Êwhich Timon redeemded from prison. Then comes, dropping after all,ÊApemantus,Êdiscontentedly, like himself.
VENTIDIUS.
Most honoured Timon,
It hath pleased the gods to remember my fatherÕs age
And call him to long peace.
He is gone happy and has left me rich.
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I derived liberty.
TIMON.
O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius. You mistake my love.
I gave it freely ever, and thereÕs none
Can truly say he gives if he receives.
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
VENTIDIUS.
A noble spirit!
TIMON.
Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere Õtis shown;
But where there is true friendship there needs none.
Pray, sit, more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit.]
FIRST LORD.
My lord, we always have confessed it.
APEMANTUS.
Ho, ho, confessed it? Hanged it, have you not?
TIMON.
O Apemantus, you are welcome.
APEMANTUS.
No,
You shall not make me welcome.
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
TIMON.
Fie, thouÕrt a churl, yeÕve got a humour there
Does not become a man; Õtis much to blame.
They say, my lords,Êira furor brevis est,
But yond man is ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself,
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it indeed.
APEMANTUS.
Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon.
I come to observe; I give thee warning onÕt.
TIMON.
I take no heed of thee. ThouÕrt an Athenian, therefore, welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee; let my meat make thee silent.
APEMANTUS.
I scorn thy meat, Õtwould choke me, for I should neÕer flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men eats Timon, and he sees Õem not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one manÕs blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
Methinks they should invite them without knives.
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
ThereÕs much example for Õt. The fellow that sits next him, now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draft, is the readiest man to kill him. ÕT has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals,
Lest they should spy my wind-pipeÕs dangerous notes.
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
TIMON.
My lord, in heart, and let the health go round.
SECOND LORD.
Let it flow this way, my good lord.
APEMANTUS.
Flow this way? A brave fellow! He keeps his tides well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon.
HereÕs that which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which neÕer left man iÕ the mire.
This and my food are equals, thereÕs no odds.
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
ApemantusÕ grace
ÊÊÊÊImmortal gods, I crave no pelf,
ÊÊÊÊI pray for no man but myself.
ÊÊÊÊGrant I may never prove so fond
ÊÊÊÊTo trust man on his oath or bond,
ÊÊÊÊOr a harlot for her weeping,
ÊÊÊÊOr a dog that seems a-sleeping,
ÊÊÊÊOr a keeper with my freedom,
ÊÊÊÊOr my friends if I should need Õem.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊAmen. So fall toÕt.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊRich men sin, and I eat root.
[He eats and drinks.]
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
TIMON.
Captain Alcibiades, your heartÕs in the field now.
ALCIBIADES.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
TIMON.
You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends.
ALCIBIADES.
So they were bleeding new, my lord, thereÕs no meat like Õem. I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
APEMANTUS.
Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou mightst kill Õem, and bid me to Õem.
FIRST LORD.
Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
TIMON.
O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you. How had you been my friends else? Why have you that charitable title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any friends if we should neÕer have need of Õem? They were the most needless creatures living, should we neÕer have use for Õem, and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits, and what better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort Õtis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one anotherÕs fortunes. O joyÕs eÕen made away ereÕt can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks. To forget their faults, I drink to you.
APEMANTUS.
Thou weepÕst to make them drink, Timon.
SECOND LORD.
Joy had the like conception in our eyes
And, at that instant like a babe sprung up.
APEMANTUS.
Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
THIRD LORD.
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
APEMANTUS.
Much!
[A tucket sounds.]
TIMON.
What means that trump?
Enter aÊServant.
How now?
SERVANT.
Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
TIMON.
Ladies? What are their wills?
SERVANT.
There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
TIMON.
I pray, let them be admitted.
[ExitÊServant.]
EnterÊCupid.
CUPID.
Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. There
Taste, touch, all, pleased from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
TIMON.
TheyÕre welcome all, let Õem have kind admittance.
Music, make their welcome!
FIRST LORD.
You see, my lord, how ample youÕre beloved.
Music. Enter a masque ofÊLadiesÊas Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.
APEMANTUS.
Hoy-day!
What a sweep of vanity comes this way.
They dance? They are madwomen.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves,
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives thatÕs not depraved or depraves?
Who dies that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friendÕs gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me. ÕT has been done.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
[TheÊLordsÊrise from table, with much adoring ofÊTimon,Êand to show their loves each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.]
TIMON.
You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind.
You have added worth unto Õt and lustre,
And entertained me with mine own device.
I am to thank you for Õt.
FIRST LADY.
My lord, you take us even at the best.
APEMANTUS.
Faith, for the worst is filthy and would not hold taking, I doubt me.
TIMON.
Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,
Please you to dispose yourselves.
ALL LADIES.
Most thankfully, my lord.
[ExeuntÊCupidÊandÊLadies.]
TIMON.
Flavius!
FLAVIUS.
My lord?
TIMON.
The little casket bring me hither.
FLAVIUS.
Yes, my lord. [Aside.] More jewels yet?
There is no crossing him in Õs humour;
Else I should tell him well, iÕ faith, I should,
When allÕs spent, heÕd be crossed then, an he could.
ÕTis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
That man might neÕer be wretched for his mind.
[Exit.]
FIRST LORD.
Where be our men?
SERVANT.
Here, my lord, in readiness.
SECOND LORD.
Our horses!
EnterÊFlaviusÊwith the casket.
TIMON.
O, my friends, I have one word
To say to you. Look you, my good lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel. Accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.
FIRST LORD.
I am so far already in your giftsÑ
ALL.
So are we all.
Enter aÊServant.
SERVANT.
My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate
Newly alighted and come to visit you.
TIMON.
They are fairly welcome.
[ExitÊServant.]
FLAVIUS.
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word. It does concern you near.
TIMON.
Near? Why then, another time IÕll hear thee.
I prithee letÕs be provided to show them entertainment.
FLAVIUS.
[Aside.] I scarce know how.
Enter anotherÊServant.
SECOND SERVANT.
May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver.
TIMON.
I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Be worthily entertained.
[ExitÊServant.]
Enter a thirdÊServant.
How now? What news?
THIRD SERVANT.
Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
TIMON.
IÕll hunt with him; and let them be received,
Not without fair reward.
[ExitÊServant.]
FLAVIUS.
[Aside.] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer;
Nor will he know his purse or yield me this:
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises fly so beyond his state
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For every word. He is so kind that he now
Pays interest for Õt; his landÕs put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office
Before I were forced out.
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do eÕen enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
[Exit.]
TIMON.
You do yourselves much wrong,
You bate too much of your own merits.
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
SECOND LORD.
With more than common thanks I will receive it.
THIRD LORD.
O, heÕs the very soul of bounty!
TIMON.
And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. ÕTis yours because you liked it.
THIRD LORD.
O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
TIMON.
You may take my word, my lord. I know no man
Can justly praise but what he does affect.
I weigh my friendÕs affection with mine own.
IÕll tell you true, IÕll call to you.
ALL LORDS.
O, none so welcome!
TIMON.
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, Õtis not enough to give;
Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And neÕer be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich.
It comes in charity to thee, for all thy living
Is Õmongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitched field.
ALCIBIADES.
Ay, defiled land, my lord.
FIRST LORD.
We are so virtuously boundÑ
TIMON.
And so am I to you.
SECOND LORD.
So infinitely endearedÑ
TIMON.
All to you. Lights, more lights!
FIRST LORD.
The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon.
TIMON.
Ready for his friends.
[Exeunt all butÊApemantusÊandÊTimon.]
APEMANTUS.
What a coilÕs here!
Serving of becks and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for Õem. FriendshipÕs full of dregs.
Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies.
TIMON.
Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.
APEMANTUS.
No, IÕll nothing, for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givÕst so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps, and vainglories?
TIMON.
Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and come with better music.
[Exit.]
APEMANTUS.
So. Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.
IÕll lock thy heaven from thee.
O, that menÕs ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
[Exit.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Athens. A room in a senatorÕs house
Enter aÊSenatorÊwith papers.
SENATOR.
And late five thousand. To Varro and to Isidore
He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum,
Which makes it five-and-twenty. Still in motion
Of raging waste! It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggarÕs dog
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to TimonÑ
Ask nothing, give it himÑit foals me straight,
And able horses. No porter at his gate,
But rather one that smiles and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!
EnterÊCaphis.
CAPHIS.
Here, sir, what is your pleasure?
SENATOR.
Get on your cloak and haste you to Lord Timon.
Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
With slight denial, nor then silenced when
ÒCommend me to your masterÓ, and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus; but tell him,
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Out of mine own, his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smit my credit. I love and honour him,
But must not break my back to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief
Must not be tossed and turned to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a most importunate aspect,
A visage of demand, for I do fear
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
CAPHIS.
I go, sir.
SENATOR.
Take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in. Come.
CAPHIS.
I will, sir.
SENATOR.
Go.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A hall in TimonÕs house
EnterÊFlaviusÊwith many bills in his hand.
FLAVIUS.
No care, no stop, so senseless of expense,
That he will neither know how to maintain it
Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue. Never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done? He will not hear till feel.
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
EnterÊCaphisÊand theÊServantsÊofÊIsidoreÊandÊVarro.
CAPHIS.
Good even, Varro. What, you come for money?
VARROÕS SERVANT.
IsÕt not your business too?
CAPHIS.
It is. And yours too, Isidore?
ISIDOREÕS SERVANT.
It is so.
CAPHIS.
Would we were all discharged!
VARROÕS SERVANT.
I fear it.
CAPHIS.
Here comes the lord.
EnterÊTimonÊand his train withÊAlcibiades
TIMON.
So soon as dinnerÕs done, weÕll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will?
CAPHIS.
My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
TIMON.
Dues? Whence are you?
CAPHIS.
Of Athens here, my lord.
TIMON.
Go to my steward.
CAPHIS.
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month.
My master is awaked by great occasion
To call upon his own and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts youÕll suit
In giving him his right.
TIMON.
Mine honest friend,
I prithee but repair to me next morning.
CAPHIS.
Nay, good my lordÑ
TIMON.
Contain thyself, good friend.
VARROÕS SERVANT.
One VarroÕs servant, my good lordÑ
ISIDOREÕS SERVANT.
From Isidore. He humbly prays your speedy payment.
CAPHIS.
If you did know, my lord, my masterÕs wantsÑ
VARROÕS SERVANT.
ÕTwas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.
ISIDOREÕS SERVANT.
Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I
Am sent expressly to your lordship.
TIMON.
Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on,
IÕll wait upon you instantly.
[ExeuntÊAlcibiadesÊand TimonÕs train.]
[To Flavius.] Come hither. Pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encountered
With clamorous demands of debt, broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts
Against my honour?
FLAVIUS.
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business.
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
TIMON.
Do so, my friends.
See them well entertained.
[Exit.]
FLAVIUS.
Pray, draw near.
[Exit.]
EnterÊApemantusÊandÊFool.
CAPHIS.
Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus.
LetÕs haÕ some sport with Õem.
VARROÕS SERVANT.
Hang him, heÕll abuse us.
ISIDOREÕS SERVANT.
A plague upon him, dog!
VARROÕS SERVANT.
How dost, fool?
APEMANTUS.
Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
VARROÕS SERVANT.
I speak not to thee.
APEMANTUS.
No, Õtis to thyself.
[To the Fool.] Come away.
ISIDOREÕS SERVANT.
[To VarroÕs servant.] ThereÕs the fool hangs on your back already.
APEMANTUS.
No, thou standÕst single; thouÕrt not on him yet.
CAPHIS.
WhereÕs the fool now?
APEMANTUS.
He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurersÕ men, bawds between gold and want.
ALL SERVANTS.
What are we, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Asses.
ALL SERVANTS.
Why?
APEMANTUS.
That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to Õem, fool.
FOOL.
How do you, gentlemen?
ALL SERVANTS.
Gramercies, good fool. How does your mistress?
FOOL.
SheÕs eÕen setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
APEMANTUS.
Good, gramercy.
EnterÊPage.
FOOL.
Look you, here comes my mistressÕ page.
PAGE.
[To the Fool.] Why, how now, captain? What do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
PAGE.
Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters. I know not which is which.
APEMANTUS.
Canst not read?
PAGE.
No.
APEMANTUS.
There will little learning die, then, that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thouÕlt die a bawd.
PAGE.
Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dogÕs death. Answer not; I am gone.
[ExitÊPage.]
APEMANTUS.
EÕen so thou outrunnÕst grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord TimonÕs.
FOOL.
Will you leave me there?
APEMANTUS.
If Timon stay at home.ÑYou three serve three usurers?
ALL SERVANTS.
Ay, would they served us!
APEMANTUS.
So would IÑas good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
FOOL.
Are you three usurersÕ men?
ALL SERVANTS.
Ay, fool.
FOOL.
I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly and go away merry, but they enter my mistressÕs house merrily and go away sadly. The reason of this?
VARROÕS SERVANT.
I could render one.
APEMANTUS.
Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave, which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.
VARROÕS SERVANT.
What is a whoremaster, fool?
FOOL.
A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. ÕTis a spirit; sometime Õt appears like a lord, sometime like a lawyer, sometime like a philosopher, with two stones more thanÕs artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
VARROÕS SERVANT.
Thou art not altogether a fool.
FOOL.
Nor thou altogether a wise man. As much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackÕst.
APEMANTUS.
That answer might have become Apemantus.
VARROÕS SERVANT.
Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon.
EnterÊTimonÊandÊFlavius.
APEMANTUS.
Come with me, fool, come.
FOOL.
I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime the philosopher.
[ExeuntÊApemantusÊandÊFool.]
FLAVIUS.
Pray you walk near. IÕll speak with you anon.
[ExeuntÊServants.]
TIMON.
You make me marvel wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense
As I had leave of means.
FLAVIUS.
You would not hear me,
At many leisures I proposed.
TIMON.
Go to.
Perchance some single vantages you took
When my indisposition put you back,
And that unaptness made your minister
Thus to excuse yourself.
FLAVIUS.
O my good lord,
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off
And say you found them in mine honesty.
When for some trifling present you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head and wept,
Yea, Õgainst thÕ authority of manners, prayed you
To hold your hand more close. I did endure
Not seldom nor no slight checks, when I have
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
Though you hear now, too late, yet nowÕs a time.
The greatest of your having lacks a half
To pay your present debts.
TIMON.
Let all my land be sold.
FLAVIUS.
ÕTis all engaged, some forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues; the future comes apace.
What shall defend the interim? And at length
How goes our reckoning?
TIMON.
To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
FLAVIUS.
O my good lord, the world is but a word;
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!
TIMON.
You tell me true.
FLAVIUS.
If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
Call me before thÕ exactest auditors
And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.
TIMON.
Prithee, no more.
FLAVIUS.
Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
This night englutted? Who is not TimonÕs?
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord TimonÕs?
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couched.
TIMON.
Come, sermon me no further.
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart.
If I would broach the vessels of my love
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Men and menÕs fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.
FLAVIUS.
Assurance bless your thoughts!
TIMON.
And in some sort these wants of mine are crowned,
That I account them blessings. For by these
Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you
Mistake my fortunes. I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
EnterÊFlaminius, ServiliusÊand a thirdÊServant.
SERVANTS.
My lord, my lord.
TIMON.
I will dispatch you severally. [To Servilius.] You to Lord Lucius; [To Flaminius.] to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his honour today; [To the third Servant.] you to Sempronius. Commend me to their loves; and I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use Õem toward a supply of money. Let the request be fifty talents.
FLAMINIUS.
As you have said, my lord.
[ExeuntÊServants.]
FLAVIUS.
[Aside.] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh!
TIMON.
Go you, sir, to the senators,
Of whom, even to the stateÕs best health, I have
Deserved this hearing, Bid Õem send oÕ thÕ instant
A thousand talents to me.
FLAVIUS.
I have been boldÑ
For that I knew it the most general wayÑ
To them to use your signet and your name,
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.
TIMON.
IsÕt true? CanÕt be?
FLAVIUS.
They answer in a joint and corporate voice
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would, are sorry. You are honourable,
But yet they could have wishedÑthey know notÑ
Something hath been amissÑa noble nature
May catch a wrenchÑwould all were wellÑÕtis pity.
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
They froze me into silence.
TIMON.
You gods, reward them!
Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary.
Their blood is caked, Õtis cold, it seldom flows;
ÕTis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
Go to Ventidius. Prithee, be not sad,
Thou art true and honest, ingenuously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee. Ventidius lately
Buried his father, by whose death heÕs stepped
Into a great estate. When he was poor,
Imprisoned and in scarcity of friends,
I cleared him with five talents. Greet him from me,
Bid him suppose some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remembered
With those five talents. That had, giveÕt these fellows
To whom Õtis instant due. NeÕer speak, or think
That TimonÕs fortunes Õmong his friends can sink.
[Exit.]
FLAVIUS.
I would I could not think it.
That thought is bountyÕs foe;
Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
[Exit.]
ACT III
SCENE I. Athens. A room in LucullusÕ house
FlaminiusÊwaiting to speak with Lucullus from his master.
Enter aÊServantÊto him.
SERVANT.
I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
FLAMINIUS.
I thank you, sir.
EnterÊLucullus.
SERVANT.
HereÕs my lord.
LUCULLUS.
[Aside.] One of Lord TimonÕs men? A gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right. I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer tonight.ÑFlaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine.
[ExitÊServant.]
And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
FLAMINIUS.
His health is well, sir.
LUCULLUS.
I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
FLAMINIUS.
Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir, which in my lordÕs behalf I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present assistance therein.
LUCULLUS.
La, la, la, la! Nothing doubting, says he? Alas, good lord! A noble gentleman Õtis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I haÕ dined with him, and told him onÕt, and come again to supper to him of purpose to have him spend less, and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I haÕ told him onÕt, but I could neÕer get him from Õt.
EnterÊServantÊwith wine.
SERVANT.
Please your lordship, here is the wine.
LUCULLUS.
Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. HereÕs to thee.
FLAMINIUS.
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
LUCULLUS.
I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in thee. [To Servant.] Get you gone, sirrah.Ñ
[ExitÊServant.]
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lordÕs a bountiful gentleman, but thou art wise and thou knowÕst well enough, although thou comÕst to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. HereÕs three solidares for thee. Good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawÕst me not. Fare thee well.
FLAMINIUS.
IsÕt possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee.
[Throws the money back.]
LUCULLUS.
Ha! Now I see thou art a fool and fit for thy master.
[Exit.]
FLAMINIUS.
May these add to the number that may scald thee!
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
I feel my masterÕs passion. This slave
Unto his honour has my lordÕs meat in him.
Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment
When he is turned to poison?
O, may diseases only work uponÕt,
And when heÕs sick to death, let not that part of nature
Which my lord paid for be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour.
[Exit.]
SCENE II. A public place
EnterÊLuciusÊwith threeÊStrangers.
LUCIUS.
Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend and an honourable gentleman.
FIRST STRANGER.
We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours: now Lord TimonÕs happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.
LUCIUS.
Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
SECOND STRANGER.
But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay, urged extremely forÕt, and showed what necessity belonged toÕt, and yet was denied.
LUCIUS.
How?
SECOND STRANGER.
I tell you, denied, my lord.
LUCIUS.
What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I am ashamed onÕt. Denied that honourable man? There was very little honour showed inÕt. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should neÕer have denied his occasion so many talents.
EnterÊServilius.
SERVILIUS.
See, by good hap, yonderÕs my lord; I have sweat to see his honour. [To Lucius.] My honoured lord!
LUCIUS.
Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well. Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
SERVILIUS.
May it please your honour, my lord hath sentÑ
LUCIUS.
Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; heÕs ever sending. How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
SERVILIUS.
Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord, requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
LUCIUS.
I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
SERVILIUS.
But in the meantime he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCIUS.
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
SERVILIUS.
Upon my soul, Õtis true, sir.
LUCIUS.
What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might haÕ shown myself honourable! How unluckily it happened that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to doÑthe more beast, I sayÑI was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done it now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me: I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far as to use mine own words to him?
SERVILIUS.
Yes, sir, I shall.
LUCIUS.
IÕll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
[ExitÊServilius.]
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed,
And he thatÕs once denied will hardly speed.
[Exit.]
FIRST STRANGER.
Do you observe this, Hostilius?
SECOND STRANGER.
Ay, too well.
FIRST STRANGER.
Why, this is the worldÕs soul, and just of the same piece
Is every flattererÕs spirit. Who can call him his friend
That dips in the same dish? For, in my knowing,
Timon has been this lordÕs father
And kept his credit with his purse,
Supported his estate, nay, TimonÕs money
Has paid his men their wages. He neÕer drinks
But TimonÕs silver treads upon his lip,
And yetÑO, see the monstrousness of man
When he looks out in an ungrateful shapeÑ
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
THIRD STRANGER.
Religion groans at it.
FIRST STRANGER.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend. Yet I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have returned to him,
So much I love his heart. But I perceive
Men must learn now with pity to dispense,
For policy sits above conscience.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. The same. A room in SemproniusÕ house
Enter a ThirdÊServantÊof TimonÕs withÊSempronius,Êanother of TimonÕs friends.
SEMPRONIUS.
Must he needs trouble me inÕt? Hum! ÕBove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeemed from prison. All these
Owe their estates unto him.
SERVANT.
My lord,
They have all been touched and found base metal,
For they have all denied him.
SEMPRONIUS.
How? Have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him
And does he send to me? Three? Humh!
It shows but little love or judgment in him.
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrive, give him over. Must I take thÕ cure upon me?
Has much disgraced me inÕt. IÕm angry at him,
That might have known my place. I see no sense forÕt
But his occasions might have wooed me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That eÕer received gift from him.
And does he think so backwardly of me now
That IÕll requite it last? No.
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To thÕ rest, and I Õmongst lords be thought a fool.
IÕd rather than the worth of thrice the sum
Had sent to me first, but for my mindÕs sake;
IÕd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join:
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
[Exit.]
SERVANT.
Excellent! Your lordshipÕs a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crossed himself byÕt, and I cannot think but, in the end the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! Takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire.
Of such a nature is his politic love.
This was my lordÕs best hope, now all are fled
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors that were neÕer acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year must be employed
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows,
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
[Exit.]
SCENE IV. A hall in TimonÕs house
Enter two of VarroÕsÊServantsÊmeetingÊTitusÊandÊHortensiusÊand thenÊLucius,Êall Servants of TimonÕs creditors, to wait for his coming out.
FIRST VARROÕS SERVANT.
Well met, good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
TITUS.
The like to you, kind Varro.
HORTENSIUS.
Lucius!
What, do we meet together?
LUCIUS.
Ay, and I think
One business does command us all;
For mine is money.
TITUS.
So is theirs and ours.
EnterÊPhilotus.
LUCIUS.
And, sir, Philotus too!
PHILOTUS.
Good day at once.
LUCIUS.
Welcome, good brother.
What do you think the hour?
PHILOTUS.
Labouring for nine.
LUCIUS.
So much?
PHILOTUS.
Is not my lord seen yet?
LUCIUS.
Not yet.
PHILOTUS.
I wonder onÕt, he was wont to shine at seven.
LUCIUS.
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him.
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sunÕs, but not like his recoverable.
I fear Õtis deepest winter in Lord TimonÕs purse:
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.
PHILOTUS.
I am of your fear for that.
TITUS.
IÕll show you how tÕ observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money?
HORTENSIUS.
Most true, he does.
TITUS.
And he wears jewels now of TimonÕs gift,
For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUS.
It is against my heart.
LUCIUS.
Mark how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes,
And eÕen as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for Õem.
HORTENSIUS.
IÕm weary of this charge, the gods can witness.
I know my lord hath spent of TimonÕs wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
FIRST VARROÕS SERVANT.
Yes, mineÕs three thousand crowns. WhatÕs yours?
LUCIUS.
Five thousand mine.
FIRST VARROÕS SERVANT.
ÕTis much deep, and it should seem by thÕ sum
Your masterÕs confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equalled.
EnterÊFlaminius.
TITUS.
One of Lord TimonÕs men.
LUCIUS.
Flaminius? Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
FLAMINIUS.
No, indeed he is not.
TITUS.
We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
FLAMINIUS.
I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.
[ExitÊFlaminius.]
EnterÊFlaviusÊin a cloak, muffled.
LUCIUS.
Ha, is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.
TITUS.
Do you hear, sir?
SECOND VARROÕS SERVANT.
By your leave, sir.
FLAVIUS.
What do you ask of me, my friend?
TITUS.
We wait for certain money here, sir.
FLAVIUS.
Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
ÕTwere sure enough.
Why then preferred you not your sums and bills
When your false masters eat of my lordÕs meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down thÕ interest into their gluttonous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up,
Let me pass quietly.
BelieveÕt, my lord and I have made an end,
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
LUCIUS.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.
FLAVIUS.
If Õtwill not serve, Õtis not so base as you,
For you serve knaves.
[Exit.]
FIRST VARROÕS SERVANT.
How? What does his cashiered worship mutter?
SECOND VARROÕS SERVANT.
No matter what, heÕs poor, and thatÕs revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.
EnterÊServilius.
TITUS.
O, hereÕs Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
SERVILIUS.
If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much fromÕt. For takeÕt of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him, heÕs much out of health and keeps his chamber.
LUCIUS.
Many do keep their chambers are not sick.
And if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts
And make a clear way to the gods.
SERVILIUS.
Good gods!
TITUS.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.
FLAMINIUS.
[Within.] Servilius, help! My lord, my lord!
EnterÊTimonÊin a rage.
TIMON.
What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my jail?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
LUCIUS.
Put in now, Titus.
TITUS.
My lord, here is my bill.
LUCIUS.
HereÕs mine.
HORTENSIUS.
And mine, my lord.
BOTH VARROÕS SERVANTS.
And ours, my lord.
PHILOTUS.
All our bills.
TIMON.
Knock me down with Õem! Cleave me to the girdle.
LUCIUS.
Alas, my lordÑ
TIMON.
Cut my heart in sums!
TITUS.
Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON.
Tell out my blood.
LUCIUS.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMON.
Five thousand drops pays that. What yours, and yours?
FIRST VARROÕS SERVANT.
My lordÑ
SECOND VARROÕS SERVANT.
My lordÑ
TIMON.
Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
[Exit.]
HORTENSIUS.
Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money. These debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes Õem.
[Exeunt.]
EnterÊTimonÊandÊFlavius.
TIMON.
They have eÕen put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? Devils!
FLAVIUS.
My dear lordÑ
TIMON.
What if it should be so?
FLAVIUS.
My lordÑ
TIMON.
IÕll have it so.ÑMy steward!
FLAVIUS.
Here, my lord.
TIMON.
So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius, all.
IÕll once more feast the rascals.
FLAVIUS.
O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.
TIMON.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all. Let in the tide
Of knaves once more. My cook and IÕll provide.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. The same. The senate house
Enter threeÊSenatorsÊat one door,ÊAlcibiadesÊmeeting them, with Attendants.
FIRST SENATOR.
My lord, you have my voice to Õt. The faultÕs
Bloody. ÕTis necessary he should die.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
SECOND SENATOR.
Most true, the law shall bruise Õem.
ALCIBIADES.
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
FIRST SENATOR.
Now, captain?
ALCIBIADES.
I am a humble suitor to your virtues,
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath stepped into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge intoÕt.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues,
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardiceÑ
An honour in him which buys out his faultÑ
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touched to death,
He did oppose his foe;
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere Õtwas spent,
As if he had but proved an argument.
FIRST SENATOR.
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
Your words have took such pains as if they laboured
To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour, which indeed
Is valour misbegot and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born.
HeÕs truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
His outsides to wear them like his raiment, carelessly,
And neÕer prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly Õtis to hazard life for ill!
ALCIBIADES.
My lordÑ
FIRST SENATOR.
You cannot make gross sins look clear.
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
ALCIBIADES.
My lords, then, under favour, pardon me
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle
And not endure all threats? Sleep uponÕt,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? Why, then, women are more valiant
That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good.
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sinÕs extremest gust,
But in defence, by mercy, Õtis most just.
To be in anger is impiety,
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.
SECOND SENATOR.
You breathe in vain.
ALCIBIADES.
In vain? His service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
FIRST SENATOR.
WhatÕs that?
ALCIBIADES.
Why, I say, my lords, has done fair service
And slain in fight many of your enemies.
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!
SECOND SENATOR.
He has made too much plenty with Õem.
HeÕs a sworn rioter. He has a sin
That often drowns him and takes his valour prisoner.
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him. In that beastly fury,
He has been known to commit outrages
And cherish factions. ÕTis inferred to us
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
FIRST SENATOR.
He dies.
ALCIBIADES.
Hard fate! He might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,
Though his right arm might purchase his own time
And be in debt to none, yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his and join Õem both.
And, for I know your reverend ages love
Security, IÕll pawn my victories, all
My honour, to you upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receiveÕt in valiant gore,
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
FIRST SENATOR.
We are for law. He dies. Urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.
ALCIBIADES.
Must it be so? It must not be.
My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
SECOND SENATOR.
How?
ALCIBIADES.
Call me to your remembrances.
THIRD SENATOR.
What?
ALCIBIADES.
I cannot think but your age has forgot me,
It could not else be I should prove so base
To sue and be denied such common grace.
My wounds ache at you.
FIRST SENATOR.
Do you dare our anger?
ÕTis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for ever.
ALCIBIADES.
Banish me?
Banish your dotage, banish usury,
That makes the Senate ugly.
FIRST SENATOR.
If, after two daysÕ shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment.
And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
[ExeuntÊSenators.]
ALCIBIADES.
Now the gods keep you old enough, that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
IÕm worse than mad. I have kept back their foes
While they have told their money and let out
Their coin upon large interest, I myself
Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
Pours into captainsÕ wounds? Banishment.
It comes not ill. I hate not to be banished.
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. IÕll cheer up
My discontented troops and lay for hearts.
ÕTis honour with most lands to be at odds.
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
[Exit.]
SCENE VI. A room of state in TimonÕs house
Music. Enter diversÊFriendsÊat several doors.
FIRST FRIEND.
The good time of day to you, sir.
SECOND FRIEND.
I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
FIRST FRIEND.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we encountered. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
SECOND FRIEND.
It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
FIRST FRIEND.
I should think so. He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
SECOND FRIEND.
In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
FIRST FRIEND.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.
SECOND FRIEND.
Every man hereÕs so. What would he have borrowed you?
FIRST FRIEND.
A thousand pieces.
SECOND FRIEND.
A thousand pieces!
FIRST FRIEND.
What of you?
SECOND FRIEND.
He sent to me, sirÑhere he comes.
EnterÊTimonÊand Attendants.
TIMON.
With all my heart, gentlemen both! And how fare you?
FIRST FRIEND.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
SECOND FRIEND.
The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship.
TIMON.
[Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter, such summer birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay. Feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly oÕ thÕ trumpetÕs sound; we shall toÕt presently.
FIRST FRIEND.
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that I returned you an empty messenger.
TIMON.
O, sir, let it not trouble you.
SECOND FRIEND.
My noble lordÑ
TIMON.
Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
SECOND FRIEND.
My most honourable lord, I am eÕen sick of shame that when your lordship this other day sent to me I was so unfortunate a beggar.
TIMON.
Think not onÕt, sir.
SECOND FRIEND.
If you had sent but two hours beforeÑ
TIMON.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
[The banquet brought in.]
Come, bring in all together.
SECOND FRIEND.
All covered dishes!
FIRST FRIEND.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
THIRD FRIEND.
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.
FIRST FRIEND.
How do you? WhatÕs the news?
THIRD FRIEND.
Alcibiades is banished. Hear you of it?
FIRST AND SECOND FRIENDS.
Alcibiades banished?
THIRD FRIEND.
ÕTis so, be sure of it.
FIRST FRIEND.
How, how?
SECOND FRIEND.
I pray you, upon what?
TIMON.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?
THIRD FRIEND.
IÕll tell you more anon. HereÕs a noble feast toward.
SECOND FRIEND.
This is the old man still.
THIRD FRIEND.
WillÕt hold, willÕt hold?
SECOND FRIEND.
It does, but time willÑand soÑ
THIRD FRIEND.
I do conceive.
TIMON.
Each man to his stool with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place. Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks:
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts make yourselves praised, but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another; for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains. If there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be as they are. The rest of your foes, O gods, the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of people, what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
[The dishes are uncovered and prove to be full of lukewarm water.]
SOME SPEAK.
What does his lordship mean?
SOME OTHER.
I know not.
TIMON.
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! Smoke and lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is TimonÕs last,
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villainy.
[Throws water in their faces.]
Live loathed, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, timeÕs flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite oÕer! [They stand.] What, dost thou go?
Soft! Take thy physic first; thou too, and thou!
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
[He attacks them and forces them out.]
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast
Whereat a villainÕs not a welcome guest.
Burn, house! Sink Athens! Henceforth hated be
Of Timon man and all humanity!
[Exit.]
Enter TimonÕsÊFriends,Êthe Senators with other Lords.
FIRST FRIEND.
How now, my lords?
SECOND FRIEND.
Know you the quality of Lord TimonÕs fury?
THIRD FRIEND.
Push! Did you see my cap?
FOURTH FRIEND.
I have lost my gown.
FIRST FRIEND.
HeÕs but a mad lord, and nought but humours sways him. He gave me a jewel thÕ other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. Did you see my jewel?
THIRD FRIEND.
Did you see my cap?
SECOND FRIEND.
Here Õtis.
FOURTH FRIEND.
Here lies my gown.
FIRST FRIEND.
LetÕs make no stay.
SECOND FRIEND.
Lord TimonÕs mad.
THIRD FRIEND.
I feelÕt upon my bones.
FOURTH FRIEND.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens
EnterÊTimon.
TIMON.
Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall
That girdles in those wolves, dive in the earth
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! Slaves and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench
And minister in their steads! To general filths
Convert, oÕ thÕ instant, green virginity,
DoÕt in your parentsÕ eyes! Bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives
And cut your trustersÕ throats! Bound servants, steal!
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy masterÕs bed,
Thy mistress is oÕ thÕ brothel. Son of sixteen,
Pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! Piety and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And let confusion live! Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty,
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That Õgainst the stream of virtue they may strive
And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
Sow all thÕ Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing IÕll bear from thee
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
ThÕ unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confoundÑhear me, you good gods all!Ñ
ThÕ Athenians both within and out that wall,
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low!
Amen.
[Exit.]
SCENE II. Athens. A room in TimonÕs house
EnterÊFlaviusÊwith two or threeÊServants.
FIRST SERVANT.
Hear you, Master Steward, whereÕs our master?
Are we undone, cast off, nothing remaining?
FLAVIUS.
Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.
FIRST SERVANT.
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fallÕn? All gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?
SECOND SERVANT.
As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses picked; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunned poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.ÑMore of our fellows.
Enter otherÊServants.
FLAVIUS.
All broken implements of a ruined house.
THIRD SERVANT.
Yet do our hearts wear TimonÕs livery.
That see I by our faces. We are fellows still,
Serving alike in sorrow. Leaked is our bark,
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat. We must all part
Into this sea of air.
FLAVIUS.
Good fellows all,
The latest of my wealth IÕll share amongst you.
Wherever we shall meet, for TimonÕs sake
LetÕs yet be fellows. LetÕs shake our heads and say,
As Õtwere a knell unto our masterÕs fortune,
ÒWe have seen better days.Ó Let each take some.
[Offering them money.]
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more.
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
[They embrace and part several ways.]
O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Who would be so mocked with glory, or to live
But in a dream of friendship,
To have his pomp and all what state compounds
But only painted, like his varnished friends?
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart,
Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood
When manÕs worst sin is he does too much good!
Who then dares to be half so kind again?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My dearest lord, blessed to be most accursed,
Rich only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord,
HeÕs flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
Of monstrous friends;
Nor has he with him to supply his life,
Or that which can command it.
IÕll follow and inquire him out.
IÕll ever serve his mind with my best will.
Whilst I have gold, IÕll be his steward still.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. Woods and caves near the sea-shore
EnterÊTimonÊin the woods.
TIMON.
O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity, below thy sisterÕs orb
Infect the air! Twinned brothers of one womb,
Whose procreation, residence and birth
Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes,
The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature,
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune
But by contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and denyÕt that lord;
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture lards the rotherÕs sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares
In purity of manhood stand upright
And say, ÒThis manÕs a flattererÓ? If one be,
So are they all, for every grece of fortune
Is smoothed by that below. The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. AllÕs obliquy.
ThereÕs nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorred
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains.
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
[Digs in the earth.]
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison! What is here?
Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold?
No, gods, I am no idle votarist.
Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make
Black white, foul fair, wrong right,
Base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Ha, you gods, why this? What this, you gods? Why, this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
Pluck stout menÕs pillows from below their heads.
This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions, bless thÕ accursed,
Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves
And give them title, knee, and approbation
With senators on the bench. This is it
That makes the wappened widow wed again;
She whom the spittle-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To thÕ April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that puts odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.
[March afar off.]
Ha? A drum? ThouÕrt quick,
But yet IÕll bury thee. ThouÕlt go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
[Keeping some gold.]
EnterÊAlcibiadesÊwith drum and fife, in warlike manner, andÊPhryniaÊandÊTimandra.
ALCIBIADES.
What art thou there? Speak.
TIMON.
A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart
For showing me again the eyes of man!
ALCIBIADES.
What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee
That art thyself a man?
TIMON.
I am Misanthropos and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
ALCIBIADES.
I know thee well,
But in thy fortunes am unlearned and strange.
TIMON.
I know thee too, and more than that I know thee
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum,
With manÕs blood paint the ground gules, gules.
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel,
Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.
PHRYNIA.
Thy lips rot off!
TIMON.
I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns
To thine own lips again.
ALCIBIADES.
How came the noble Timon to this change?
TIMON.
As the moon does, by wanting light to give.
But then renew I could not like the moon;
There were no suns to borrow of.
ALCIBIADES.
Noble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?
TIMON.
None, but to maintain my opinion.
ALCIBIADES.
What is it, Timon?
TIMON.
Promise me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man. If thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man.
ALCIBIADES.
I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
TIMON.
Thou sawÕst them when I had prosperity.
ALCIBIADES.
I see them now; then was a blessed time.
TIMON.
As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
TIMANDRA.
Is this thÕ Athenian minion whom the world
Voiced so regardfully?
TIMON.
Art thou Timandra?
TIMANDRA.
Yes.
TIMON.
Be a whore still, they love thee not that use thee;
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
Make use of thy salt hours. Season the slaves
For tubs and baths, bring down rose-cheeked youth
To the tub-fast and the diet.
TIMANDRA.
Hang thee, monster!
ALCIBIADES.
Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Are drowned and lost in his calamities.
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
The want whereof doth daily make revolt
In my penurious band. I have heard and grieved
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds when neighbour states,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon themÑ
TIMON.
I prithee, beat thy drum and get thee gone.
ALCIBIADES.
I am thy friend and pity thee, dear Timon.
TIMON.
How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.
ALCIBIADES.
Why, fare thee well.
Here is some gold for thee.
TIMON.
Keep it, I cannot eat it.
ALCIBIADES.
When I have laid proud Athens on a heapÑ
TIMON.
WarrÕst thou Õgainst Athens?
ALCIBIADES.
Ay, Timon, and have cause.
TIMON.
The gods confound them all in thy conquest,
And thee after, when thou hast conquered!
ALCIBIADES.
Why me, Timon?
TIMON.
That by killing of villains
Thou wast born to conquer my country.
Put up thy gold. Go on, hereÕs gold, go on.
Be as a planetary plague when Jove
Will oÕer some high-viced city hang his poison
In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one.
Pity not honoured age for his white beard;
He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron;
It is her habit only that is honest,
HerselfÕs a bawd. Let not the virginÕs cheek
Make soft thy trenchant sword, for those milk paps
That through the window-bars bore at menÕs eyes,
Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe,
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
Think it a bastard whom the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse. Swear against objects;
Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes,
Whose proof nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
Shall pierce a jot. ThereÕs gold to pay thy soldiers.
Make large confusion and, thy fury spent,
Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
ALCIBIADES.
Hast thou gold yet? IÕll take the gold thou givÕst me,
Not all thy counsel.
TIMON.
Dost thou or dost thou not, heavenÕs curse upon thee!
PHRYNIA AND TIMANDRA.
Give us some gold, good Timon.
Hast thou more?
TIMON.
Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant. You are not oathable,
Although I know youÕll swearÑterribly swear
Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
ThÕ immortal gods that hear you. Spare your oaths,
IÕll trust to your conditions. Be whores still,
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turncoats. Yet may your pains six months,
Be quite contrary. And thatch your poor thin roofs
With burdens of the deadÑsome that were hanged,
No matter; wear them, betray with them. Whore still,
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face.
A pox of wrinkles!
PHRYNIA AND TIMANDRA.
Well, more gold. What then?
BelieveÕt that weÕll do anything for gold.
TIMON.
Consumptions sow
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
And mar menÕs spurring. Crack the lawyerÕs voice,
That he may never more false title plead
Nor sound his quillets shrilly. Hoar the flamen,
That scolds against the quality of flesh
And not believes himself. Down with the nose,
Down with it flat, take the bridge quite away
Of him that, his particular to foresee,
Smells from the general weal. Make curled-pate ruffians bald,
And let the unscarred braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from you. Plague all,
That your activity may defeat and quell
The source of all erection. ThereÕs more gold.
Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
And ditches grave you all!
PHRYNIA AND TIMANDRA.
More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
TIMON.
More whore, more mischief first! I have given you earnest.
ALCIBIADES.
Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon.
If I thrive well, IÕll visit thee again.
TIMON.
If I hope well, IÕll never see thee more.
ALCIBIADES.
I never did thee harm.
TIMON.
Yes, thou spokÕst well of me.
ALCIBIADES.
CallÕst thou that harm?
TIMON.
Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
Thy beagles with thee.
ALCIBIADES.
We but offend him. Strike.
[Drum beats. Exeunt all butÊTimon.]
TIMON.
That nature, being sick of manÕs unkindness,
Should yet be hungry! [He digs.] Common mother, thou,
Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast
Teems and feeds all; whose selfsame mettle
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puffed,
Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
The gilded newt and eyeless venomed worm,
With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven
Whereon HyperionÕs quickening fire doth shine:
Yield him who all thy human sons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man.
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented. O, a root, dear thanks!
Dry up thy marrows, vines and plough-torn leas,
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
And morsels unctuous greases his pure mind,
That from it all consideration slipsÑ
EnterÊApemantus.
More man? Plague, plague!
APEMANTUS.
I was directed hither. Men report
Thou dost affect my manners and dost use them.
TIMON.
ÕTis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog
Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee!
APEMANTUS.
This is in thee a nature but infected,
A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
From change of fortune. Why this spade, this place?
This slave-like habit and these looks of care?
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft,
Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee. Hinge thy knee
And let his very breath whom thouÕlt observe
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus;
Thou gavÕst thine ears, like tapsters that bade welcome,
To knaves and all approachers. ÕTis most just
That thou turn rascal; hadÕst thou wealth again,
Rascals should haveÕt. Do not assume my likeness.
TIMON.
Were I like thee, IÕd throw away myself.
APEMANTUS.
Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself
A madman so long, now a fool. What, thinkÕst
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these mossed trees,
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels
And skip when thou pointÕst out? Will the cold brook,
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste
To cure thy oÕernightÕs surfeit? Call the creatures
Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
To the conflicting elements exposed,
Answer mere nature, bid them flatter thee.
O, thou shalt findÑ
TIMON.
A fool of thee. Depart.
APEMANTUS.
I love thee better now than eÕer I did.
TIMON.
I hate thee worse.
APEMANTUS.
Why?
TIMON.
Thou flatterÕst misery.
APEMANTUS.
I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.
TIMON.
Why dost thou seek me out?
APEMANTUS.
To vex thee.
TIMON.
Always a villainÕs office or a foolÕs.
Dost please thyself inÕt?
APEMANTUS.
Ay.
TIMON.
What, a knave too?
APEMANTUS.
If thou didst put this sour cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, Õtwere well; but thou
Dost it enforcedly. ThouÕdst courtier be again
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Outlives incertain pomp, is crowned before;
The one is filling still, never complete,
The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
TIMON.
Not by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave whom FortuneÕs tender arm
With favour never clasped, but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust and never learned
The icy precepts of respect, but followed
The sugared game before thee. But myselfÑ
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment,
That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winterÕs brush
Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
For every storm that blowsÑI to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden.
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard inÕt. Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flattered thee. What hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she-beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
APEMANTUS.
Art thou proud yet?
TIMON.
Ay, that I am not thee.
APEMANTUS.
I, that I was no prodigal.
TIMON.
I, that I am one now.
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
IÕd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.
[Eats a root.]
APEMANTUS.
Here, I will mend thy feast.
TIMON.
First mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUS.
So I shall mend mine own, by thÕ lack of thine.
TIMON.
ÕTis not well mended so, it is but botched.
If not, I would it were.
APEMANTUS.
What wouldst thou have to Athens?
TIMON.
Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold. Look, so I have.
APEMANTUS.
Here is no use for gold.
TIMON.
The best and truest,
For here it sleeps and does no hired harm.
APEMANTUS.
Where liest a-nights, Timon?
TIMON.
Under thatÕs above me. Where feedÕst thou a-days, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Where my stomach finds meat, or rather where I eat it.
TIMON.
Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
APEMANTUS.
Where wouldst thou send it?
TIMON.
To sauce thy dishes.
APEMANTUS.
The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowÕst none, but art despised for the contrary. ThereÕs a medlar for thee. Eat it.
TIMON.
On what I hate I feed not.
APEMANTUS.
Dost hate a medlar?
TIMON.
Ay, though it look like thee.
APEMANTUS.
An thouÕdst hated medlars sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
TIMON.
Who, without those means thou talkÕst of, didst thou ever know beloved?
APEMANTUS.
Myself.
TIMON.
I understand thee. Thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
APEMANTUS.
What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers?
TIMON.
Women nearest; but menÑmen are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
APEMANTUS.
Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
TIMON.
Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men and remain a beast with the beasts?
APEMANTUS.
Ay, Timon.
TIMON.
A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee tÕ attain to. If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee when peradventure thou wert accused by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee, and still thou livedÕst but as a breakfast to the wolf; if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury; wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence absence. What beast couldst thou be that were not subject to a beast? And what beast art thou already that seest not thy loss in transformation!
APEMANTUS.
If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
TIMON.
How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
APEMANTUS.
Yonder comes a poet and a painter. The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, IÕll see thee again.
TIMON.
When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggarÕs dog than Apemantus.
APEMANTUS.
Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
TIMON.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
APEMANTUS.
A plague on thee! Thou art too bad to curse.
TIMON.
All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
APEMANTUS.
There is no leprosy but what thou speakÕst.
TIMON.
If I name thee,
IÕll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
APEMANTUS.
I would my tongue could rot them off!
TIMON.
Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me that thou art alive.
I swoon to see thee.
APEMANTUS.
Would thou wouldst burst!
TIMON.
Away, thou tedious rogue!
I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee.
[Throws a stone at him.]
APEMANTUS.
Beast!
TIMON.
Slave!
APEMANTUS.
Toad!
TIMON.
Rogue, rogue, rogue!
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities uponÕt.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave.
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy gravestone daily. Make thine epitaph,
That death in me at othersÕ lives may laugh.
[To the gold.] O thou sweet king-killer and dear divorce
ÕTwixt natural son and sire; thou bright defiler
Of HymenÕs purest bed, thou valiant Mars;
Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on DianÕs lap; thou visible god,
That solderÕst close impossibilities
And makÕst them kiss, that speakÕst with every tongue
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts,
Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!
APEMANTUS.
Would Õtwere so!
But not till I am dead. IÕll say thouÕst gold;
Thou wilt be thronged to shortly.
TIMON.
Thronged to?
APEMANTUS.
Ay.
TIMON.
Thy back, I prithee.
APEMANTUS.
Live and love thy misery.
TIMON.
Long live so, and so die! I am quit.
APEMANTUS.
More things like men. Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
[ExitÊApemantus.]
EnterÊBanditti.
FIRST BANDIT.
Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of gold and the falling-from of his friends drove him into this melancholy.
SECOND BANDIT.
It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.
THIRD BANDIT.
Let us make the assay upon him. If he care not forÕt, he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how shallÕs get it?
SECOND BANDIT.
True, for he bears it not about him. ÕTis hid.
FIRST BANDIT.
Is not this he?
BANDITTI.
Where?
SECOND BANDIT.
ÕTis his description.
THIRD BANDIT.
He; I know him.
BANDITTI.
Save thee, Timon!
TIMON.
Now, thieves?
BANDITTI.
Soldiers, not thieves.
TIMON.
Both too, and womenÕs sons.
BANDITTI.
We are not thieves, but men that much do want.
TIMON.
Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots,
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs,
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips,
The bounteous housewife Nature on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want? Why want?
FIRST BANDIT.
We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
As beasts and birds and fishes.
TIMON.
Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
That you are thieves professed, that you work not
In holier shapes, for there is boundless theft
In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
HereÕs gold. Go, suck the subtle blood oÕ thÕ grape
Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob. Take wealth and lives together,
Do villainy, do, since you protest to doÕt,
Like workmen. IÕll example you with thievery.
The sunÕs a thief and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moonÕs an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The seaÕs a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earthÕs a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolÕn
From general excrement. Each thingÕs a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Has unchecked theft. Love not yourselves; away!
Rob one another. ThereÕs more gold. Cut throats,
All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
Break open shops, nothing can you steal
But thieves do lose it. Steal no less for this I give you,
And gold confound you howsoeÕer! Amen.
THIRD BANDIT.
Has almost charmed me from my profession by persuading me to it.
FIRST BANDIT.
ÕTis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not to have us thrive in our mystery.
SECOND BANDIT.
IÕll believe him as an enemy and give over my trade.
FIRST BANDIT.
Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so miserable but a man may be true.
[ExeuntÊBanditti.]
EnterÊFlavius.
FLAVIUS.
O you gods!
Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
Full of decay and failing? O monument
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestowed!
What an alteration of honour has desperate want made!
What viler thing upon the earth than friends
Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
How rarely does it meet with this timeÕs guise,
When man was wished to love his enemies!
Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief me than those that do!
He has caught me in his eye. I will present
My honest grief unto him and as my lord
Still serve him with my life.ÑMy dearest master!
TIMON.
Away! What art thou?
FLAVIUS.
Have you forgot me, sir?
TIMON.
Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men.
Then, if thou grantÕst thouÕrt a man, I have forgot thee.
FLAVIUS.
An honest poor servant of yours.
TIMON.
Then I know thee not.
I never had honest man about me. I; all
I kept were knaves to serve in meat to villains.
FLAVIUS.
The gods are witness,
NeÕer did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
TIMON.
What, dost thou weep? Come nearer then. I love thee
Because thou art a woman and disclaimÕst
Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
But thorough lust and laughter. PityÕs sleeping.
Strange times that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
FLAVIUS.
I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
TÕ accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts
To entertain me as your steward still.
TIMON.
Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
Let me behold thy face. Surely this man
Was born of woman.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
You perpetual sober gods! I do proclaim
One honest man, mistake me not, but one;
No more, I pray, and heÕs a steward.
How fain would I have hated all mankind,
And thou redeemÕst thyself. But all, save thee,
I fell with curses.
Methinks thou art more honest now than wise,
For by oppressing and betraying me
Thou mightst have sooner got another service;
For many so arrive at second masters
Upon their first lordÕs neck. But tell me trueÑ
For I must ever doubt, though neÕer so sureÑ
Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
A usuring kindness and as rich men deal gifts,
Expecting in return twenty for one?
FLAVIUS.
No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late.
You should have feared false times when you did feast,
Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living. And believe it,
My most honoured lord,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope or present, IÕd exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me by making rich yourself.
TIMON.
Look thee, Õtis so! Thou singly honest man,
Here, take. The gods out of my misery
Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy,
But thus conditioned: thou shalt build from men;
Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
But let the famished flesh slide from the bone
Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs
What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow Õem,
Debts wither Õem to nothing; be men like blasted woods,
And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so farewell and thrive.
FLAVIUS.
O, let me stay
And comfort you, my master.
TIMON.
If thou hatÕst curses,
Stay not. Fly whilst thouÕrt blest and free.
NeÕer see thou man, and let me neÕer see thee.
[Exeunt severally.]
ACT V
SCENE I. The woods. Before TimonÕs cave
EnterÊPoetÊandÊPainter.
PAINTER.
As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
POET.
WhatÕs to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he is so full of gold?
PAINTER.
Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him. He likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity. ÕTis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
POET.
Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?
PAINTER.
Nothing else. You shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore Õtis not amiss we tender our loves to him in this supposed distress of his. It will show honestly in us and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.
POET.
What have you now to present unto him?
PAINTER.
Nothing at this time but my visitation; only I will promise him an excellent piece.
POET.
I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent thatÕs coming toward him.
PAINTER.
Good as the best. Promising is the very air oÕ thÕ time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever the duller for his act and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
EnterÊTimonÊfrom his cave.
TIMON.
[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.
TIMON.
[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, letÕs seek him.
Then do we sin against our own estate
When we may profit meet and come too late.
PAINTER.
True.
When the day serves, before black-cornered night,
Find what thou wantÕst by free and offered light.
Come.
TIMON.
[Aside.] IÕll meet you at the turn. What a godÕs gold,
That he is worshipped in a baser temple
Than where swine feed!
ÕTis thou that riggÕst the bark and ploughÕst the foam,
Settlest admired reverence in a slave.
To thee be worship, and thy saints for aye
Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey!
Fit I meet them.
[He comes forward.]
POET.
Hail, worthy Timon!
PAINTER.
Our late noble master!
TIMON.
Have I once lived to see two honest men?
POET.
Sir,
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retired, your friends fallÕn off,
Whose thankless naturesÑO abhorred spirits!
Not all the whips of heaven are large enoughÑ
What, to you,
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being? I am rapt and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.
TIMON.
Let it go naked. Men may seeÕt the better.
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.
PAINTER.
He and myself
Have travailed in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.
TIMON.
Ay, you are honest men.
PAINTER.
We are hither come to offer you our service.
TIMON.
Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots and drink cold water? No?
BOTH.
What we can do weÕll do, to do you service.
TIMON.
YeÕre honest men. YeÕve heard that I have gold,
I am sure you have. Speak truth, youÕre honest men.
PAINTER.
So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
Came not my friend nor I.
TIMON.
Good honest men! [To Painter.] Thou drawÕst a counterfeit
Best in all Athens. ThouÕrt indeed the best,
Thou counterfeitÕst most lively.
PAINTER.
So so, my lord.
TIMON.
EÕen so, sir, as I say. [To the Poet.] And for thy fiction,
Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.
But for all this, my honest-natured friends,
I must needs say you have a little fault.
Marry, Õtis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
You take much pains to mend.
BOTH.
Beseech your honour
To make it known to us.
TIMON.
YouÕll take it ill.
BOTH.
Most thankfully, my lord.
TIMON.
Will you indeed?
BOTH.
Doubt it not, worthy lord.
TIMON.
ThereÕs never a one of you but trusts a knave
That mightily deceives you.
BOTH.
Do we, my lord?
TIMON.
Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep in your bosom, yet remain assured
That heÕs a made-up villain.
PAINTER.
I know not such, my lord.
POET.
Nor I.
TIMON.
Look you, I love you well. IÕll give you gold.
Rid me these villains from your companies,
Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
IÕll give you gold enough.
BOTH.
Name them, my lord, letÕs know them.
TIMON.
You that way, and you this, but two in company.
Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
[To one.] If where thou art, two villians shall not be,
Come not near him. [To the other.] If thou wouldst not reside
But where one villain is, then him abandon.
Hence, pack! ThereÕs gold. You came for gold, ye slaves.
[To one.] You have work for me, thereÕs payment, hence!
[To the other.] You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
Out, rascal dogs!
[TimonÊdrives them out and then retires to his cave]
SCENE II. The same
EnterÊFlaviusÊand twoÊSenators.
FLAVIUS.
It is vain that you would speak with Timon.
For he is set so only to himself
That nothing but himself which looks like man
Is friendly with him.
FIRST SENATOR.
Bring us to his cave.
It is our part and promise to thÕ Athenians
To speak with Timon.
SECOND SENATOR.
At all times alike
Men are not still the same: Õtwas time and griefs
That framed him thus. Time, with his fairer hand,
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him. Bring us to him
And chance it as it may.
FLAVIUS.
Here is his cave.
Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon,
Look out and speak to friends. The Athenians
By two of their most reverend senate greet thee.
Speak to them, noble Timon.
EnterÊTimonÊout of his cave.
TIMON.
Thou sun that comforts, burn! Speak and be hanged!
For each true word, a blister, and each false
Be as a cantherizing to the root oÕ thÕ tongue,
Consuming it with speaking.
FIRST SENATOR.
Worthy TimonÑ
TIMON.
Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
FIRST SENATOR.
The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
TIMON.
[Aside.] I thank them and would send them back the plague,
Could I but catch it for them.
FIRST SENATOR.
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.
SECOND SENATOR.
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 TimonÕs aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon,
And send forth us to make their sorrowed 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.
TIMON.
You witch me in it,
Surprise me to the very brink of tears.
Lend me a foolÕs heart and a womanÕs eyes
And IÕll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
FIRST SENATOR.
Therefore so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name
Live with authority. So soon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades thÕ approaches wild,
Who like a boar too savage doth root up
His countryÕs peace.
SECOND SENATOR.
And shakes his threatening sword
Against the walls of Athens.
FIRST SENATOR.
Therefore, TimonÑ
TIMON.
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 thÕ beards,
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained 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;
AndÑlet him takeÕt at worstÑfor their knives care not
While you have throats to answer. For myself,
ThereÕs not a whittle in thÕ unruly camp
But I do prize it at my love before
The reverendÕst throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers.
FLAVIUS.
Stay not, allÕs in vain.
TIMON.
Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
It will be seen tomorrow. My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still,
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
And last so long enough.
FIRST SENATOR.
We speak in vain.
TIMON.
But yet I love my country and am not
One that rejoices in the common wrack,
As common bruit doth put it.
FIRST SENATOR.
ThatÕs well spoke.
TIMON.
Commend me to my loving countrymen.
FIRST SENATOR.
These words become your lips as they pass through them.
SECOND SENATOR.
And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
TIMON.
Commend me to them,
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 natureÕs fragile vessel doth sustain
In lifeÕs uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them;
IÕll teach them to prevent wild AlcibiadesÕ wrath.
FIRST SENATOR.
[Aside.] I like this well, he will return again.
TIMON.
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.
FLAVIUS.
Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
TIMON.
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 gravestone be your oracle.
Lips, let sour words go by, and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend;
Graves only be menÕs works and death their gain,
Sun, hide thy beams, Timon hath done his reign.
[ExitÊTimonÊinto his cave.]
FIRST SENATOR.
His discontents are unremovably
Coupled to nature.
SECOND SENATOR.
Our hope in him is dead. Let us return
And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear peril.
FIRST SENATOR.
It requires swift foot.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Before the walls of Athens
Enter two otherÊSenators,Êwith aÊMessenger.
FIRST SENATOR.
Thou hast painfully discovered. Are his files
As full as thy report?
MESSENGER.
I have spoke the least.
Besides, his expedition promises
Present approach.
SECOND SENATOR.
We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.
MESSENGER.
I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,
Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
Yet our old love made a particular force
And made us speak like friends. This man was riding
From Alcibiades to TimonÕs cave
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship iÕ thÕ cause against your city,
In part for his sake moved.
Enter the otherÊSenatorsÊfromÊTimon.
THIRD SENATOR.
Here come our brothers.
FIRST SENATOR.
No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
The enemyÕs drum is heard, and fearful scouring
Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare.
Ours is the fall, I fear, our foeÕs the snare.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. The woods. TimonÕs cave, and a rude tomb seen
Enter aÊSoldierÊin the woods, seekingÊTimon.
SOLDIER.
By all description this should be the place.
WhoÕs here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretched his span.
Some beast read this; there does not live a man.
Dead, sure, and this his grave. WhatÕs on this tomb
I cannot read. The character IÕll take with wax.
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An aged interpreter, though young in days.
Before proud Athens heÕs set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
[Exit.]
SCENE V. Before the walls of Athens
Trumpets sound. EnterÊAlcibiadesÊwith his powers before Athens.
ALCIBIADES.
Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.
[A parley sounds.]
TheÊSenatorsÊappear upon the walls.
Till now you have gone on and filled the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice. Till now myself and such
As slept within the shadow of your power
Have wandered with our traversed arms, and breathed
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong
Cries of itself, ÒNo more!Ó Now breathless wrong
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
And pursy insolence shall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.
FIRST SENATOR.
Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,
We sent to thee to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above their quantity.
SECOND SENATOR.
So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our cityÕs love
By humble message and by promised means.
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.
FIRST SENATOR.
These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands from whom
You have received your griefs; nor are they such
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
SECOND SENATOR.
Nor are they living
Who were the motives that you first went out.
Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread.
By decimation and a tithed death,
If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature loathes, take thou the destined tenth,
And by the hazard of the spotted die
Let die the spotted.
FIRST SENATOR.
All have not offended.
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On those that are, revenge. Crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks but leave without thy rage;
Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended. Like a shepherd
Approach the fold and cull thÕ infected forth,
But kill not all together.
SECOND SENATOR.
What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
Than hew to Õt with thy sword.
FIRST SENATOR.
Set but thy foot
Against our rampired gates and they shall ope,
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before
To say thouÕlt enter friendly.
SECOND SENATOR.
Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress
And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town till we
Have sealed thy full desire.
ALCIBIADES.
Then thereÕs my glove;
Descend and open your uncharged ports.
Those enemies of TimonÕs and mine own
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof
Fall, and no more. And, to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning, not a man
Shall pass his quarter or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your cityÕs bounds,
But shall be remedied to your public laws
At heaviest answer.
BOTH.
ÕTis most nobly spoken.
ALCIBIADES.
Descend, and keep your words.
[TheÊSenatorsÊdescend.]
Enter aÊSoldier.
SOLDIER.
My noble general, Timon is dead,
Entombed upon the very hem oÕ thÕ sea,
And on his gravestone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
ALCIBIADES.
[Reads the Epitaph.]ÊHere lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft.
Seek not my name. A plague consume you, wicked caitiffs 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 gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits.
Though thou abhorredÕst in us our human griefs,
ScornedÕst our brainsÕ flow and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon, of whose memory
Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my sword,
Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each
Prescribe to other, as each otherÕs leech.
Let our drums strike.
[Exeunt.]