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The earliest appearance of "TILE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS," is in the
First Folio, where it is inscribed between the Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet,
and The Tragedie of Julius Cesar--beginning on a left hand page num-
bered 8o---and ending on a left hand page numbered 89. On page 99, a right
hand page, is a table headed "The Actors Names," but really being a List of
the Persons of the Drama. This page is not numbered at all, and the verse
is blank. The next play, the Julius Cesar, begins upon a right hand page
numbered IO 9. Various conjectures to account for this erroneous pagina-
tion are offered. But the paging of the First Folio is so abnormal and care-
less throughout that it is hardl" worth while to pause to assign a cause for this
particular instance. I think it highly probable, as Dr. Morgan has con-
jectured (Introduction to The Third Part of Henry the Sixth. The True
Tragedie, etc.lpage XVI. The Bankside Shakespeare, Volume XX) that
the First Folio being beyond the practical resources of any one London
Printing House at the date, was set up and printed in several--perhaps
four--of them--and the sheets brought together for binding. This would
amply account for the irregularities of the paginations. But it is of no import-
ance at all--since it was largely corrected in the second and succeeding
folios. It may be noted, however, by those curious in these technical, or dis-
regard of technical, matters, that an attempt would seem to have been made
to fill up considerable more space in the volume than the Play called for, by
printing prose in broken lines as verse. (See --).
I am inclined to agree with the Editors who have contended that this
play is not entirely by Shakespeare, or if his work entirelv--that certain parts
were left by him in scenarie only, and vritten in--as to their dialogue by
other hands. Wilkins and Heywood have been named as possible con-
tributors or collaborators in this way, and conjectural,ly a scheme for identi-
fying the work of each has been well worked out.
It is a mooted question just where Shakespeare got the material for this
play. Some critics claim that he xvas familiar with the Dialogue of Lucian,
which bears the name of "Timon or the Misanthrope," but, so far as we
have been able to learn there vas no English translation of this Dialogue
prior to I616.
We find in Plutarch's Life of Marcus Antonius the following, as ren-
dered by North, which we think formed at least one of the sources o.f the
play" "Antonius, he forsook the city and the company of his friends, and
built him a house in the sea, by the Isle of Phoros, upon certain forced
mounts, which he caused to be cast into the sea, and dwelt there as a man
that had banished himself from all mens company- saying that he would
lead Timon's life, because he had the like wrong offered hi'm, that was before
offered Timon- and that for the unthankfulness o.f those he had done good
unto, and whom he took to be his friends, he was angry with all men and"
would trust no man." This Timon was a citizen of Athens, that lived about
the war of Peloponnesus, as appeareth by Plato and Aristophanes' comedies;
in the which they mocked him calling him viper and malicious man unto
mankind, to shun all other mens companies, but the company of young Alci-
bades, a bold and insolent youth, whom he would gladly feast and make much
of, and often kissed him very gladly. Apemantus wondering at it, asked
him the cause what he meant to make so much of that young man alone,
and to hate all others. Timon answered him "I do it," said he "because one
day he shall do great mischief unto the Athenians." This Timon would
sometimes have Apemantus much in his company because he was much like
of his nature and conditions, and followed him in manner of life. On a
time when they solemnly celebrated the feast called Choze at Athens (to
vit, the feast of the dead where they make sprinklings and sacrifices of the
dead) and that they had feasted together by themselves--Apemantus said
to the other--O, here is a trim banquet--Timon! Timon answered .again
myea, said he, so thou wert not here. It is reported of him also that this
Timon on a time (the people having assembled in the market place about
despatch of some affairs) got up into the pulpit for orations where the orators
commonly went to speak unto the people" and silence being made, every
man listening to hear what he might say, because it was uncommon to see
him in that place, at length he began to speak in this manner" "My Lords of
Athens I have a little yard at my house where there groweth a fig tree, on
the which many citizens have hanged themselves, and because I mean to make
some building on the place, I thought good to let you all understand it that
before the fig tree be cut down, if any of you be so disposed, you may go
there in time to hang yourselves." At the time, most critics agree that this
play must have been written, that is, Shakespeare's part of it, which was
somewhere between the years I6o6 and I6o, the Dramatist was interested
in the graver things of life; and about this time we know he was writing
"Antony & Cleopatra ;" and I have no doubt that he afterwards sketched
out the stronger scenes in the play, having in mind the Timon of Plutarch
as set forth in the Life of Antonius. It would seem to be a satire, pure and
simple, upon the ingratitude of mankind, and to make the contrast more
terrible, Timon, is placed in the acme of prosperity and is made generous
and open hearted even to prodigality--he fairly lavishes himself and all he
possesses upon the worthless sycophants who daily fed at his table, and
praised and flattered Timon to the limit. Nor does Timon seem to crave
"adulation, for his nature really was generous and broad, and because of his
own honest heart he thought all men as true as himself. This phase of
Timon's character is necessary to understand in order to understand his
terrible misanthropy of his after life, after his "lip service" friends had
turned; and Timon is one of the master strokes of Shakespeare. As he
was more than trustful before so he was less than a cynic after his aban-
doment, the pendulum had swung to the other extreme. How unlike the
Timon, whose generosity was only vain glory, and Whose sole aim was to
be talked about as the most generous of men and to be heralded at every
point by a flare of trumpets as depicted in the old play that was published
by the Shakespeare Society in 1842 by Alexander Dyce, which he claims
was purchased in manuscript at the sale of the library of Mr. Heber by
Mr. Rodd, the bookseller, and afterwards became his property, which was
supposed to have been written about the year 16oo, and which has been
thought may have been in Shakespeare's .mind when he was writing his
part of Timon of Athens. This statement of Air. Dyce's sounds very much
like a similar statement made by a much greater Shakespearian scholar, as
to how he acquired of Mr. Rodd, the bookseller, the folio of 1632 with the
Emendations, which caused such a furor in the literary world about the
middle of the last century. And there are several things in this play which
suggest a much later origin; and what would in the least resemble the
"Timon of Athens" of Shakespeare might readily have been borrowed by
the author of the manuscript from the Shakespearian play, for it is per-
fectly evident that Shakespeare could not have borrowed anything from
this play; although Laches, who is a stewart in the Dvce "Timon," resem-
bles somewhat Flavius in Shakespeare's "Timon"--they both follow Timon
in his retirement from Athens and serve him faithfully. But the character
of Timon in the Dyce play has not the least resemblance to the Timon
of Shakespeare's play, for as Timon of the Dyce play was not sincere in
to say, that prior to Shadwell's alterations, the play of "Timon of Athens"
had never been acted.
Fro.m the lists of actors which is contained in the first edition of
"Timon of Athens or the Man-Hater," as it was printed in I678, and
acted the same year at the Duke's theater, we find the name of Betterton in
the title role while Mrs. Betterton played Evandra and Mrs. Shadwell, the
wife of the author played Melissa. Mrs. Shadwell had before her marriage
to the poet been an actress, and after her marriage continued to play parts
in theatrical pieces. After the poet's death in I692, the drama "The Vol-
unteers or Stock-Jobbers," a Comedy, which had been written but never
printed or acted was brought out by his widow, Anne qhadwell, who dedi-
cated it to the queen in the following--"lI'adam, the little wit of our poor
family, as well as the best part of the substance, perished with my hus-
band; so that we have not where withall, worthily to express our great
acknowledgTnent due for the support and favor we have already received,
much less to publish to the world your virtues, and other endowments, both
of mind and body, which in a private party would have procured the admira-
tion of mankind, and cannot in a queen but be considered as the highest
national blessing we enjoy from heaven. This consciousness of our own
disability will much shorten your majesty's troubles; we shall only there-
fore, without more words, and with all humility and profound respect,
throw this last play at your majesty's feet, begging your acceptance of it
and that you would once honor it with your preference, which will be the
greatest happiness that can arrive in this world to your faithful servant, my
deceased husband. I am, madam, your majesty's most humble, most obedi-
lent and most faithful subject and servant, Anne Shadwell !" When this last
play was finally placed on the stage, to make it more lugubrious, the epi-
logue was spoken by one in deep mourning, but was very laudatorv of Shad-
well, and would vie well with the inscription on the monument referred
to later. When Charles the Second came to the throne in I66O, and the
dramatists of the day xvere going about seeking for plays to gratify the taste
of play-goers of the period, Shadwell fixed upon this play as one that he
might make to conform to that age. And in the language of Southey in
his "Life of Cowper:" "Shadwell boasted that he had made 'Timon of
Athens' into a play. The execution was worthy of the attempt, and the
attempt was worthy of Shadwell, whose bust in \Vestminster Abbey ought
to have been cast either in lead or in brass, or in an emblerrmtic amalgama of
the two metals. Nahum Tate, who of all my predecessors must have ranked
least of the Laureats, if he had not succeeded Shadwell, adopted 'Corio-
lanus,' 'Richard the Second' and 'King Lear' to his own notions of dra-
matic propriety. Shadwell could not degrade himself, for nothing could
degrade him." Southey evidently bad adopted Dryden's estimate of Shad-
well. But I do not think that Dryden did exact justice to Shadwell. The
fact that he had been deprived of the laureatship, by the King, and this
honor having been given to his worst enemy--Shadwell, probably blinded
him to what werits Shadwell may have had. The bust that Southey refers
to in the above quotation, was erected to the memory of Thomas Shadwell
by his son, John Shadwell. It was in the form of a pyramid, upon which
was engraved in Greek the following words: the English translation of
which is as follows: "Scene--All Life and Comedy." And upon the stone
the following inscription appeared in Latin. I give the English trans-
lation "Peace to the ashes of Thomas Shadwell, armour bearer, sprung from
ancient race in the County of Stafford. He made their gifts of lasting pop-
ularity train his mind to write. This gift of poetry he used, that what
dramas he wrote might make fun of popular follies, and might cure a
wretched custo.m; that they might please, and at the same time
be of benefit; for he considered it greater praise to be considered a good
citizen than to be ranked among the leading poets. Then in the reign of
William III he deserved and distinguished the titles of Poet Laureat, and
Royal Historiographer. He died November Igth at the age of 52. May his
ashes rest in peace. In perpetual memory of his piety.
John Shadwell, M. D.
Son of Thomas."
This inscription appeared in the first collected edition of Shadwell's
works which appeared in 72o. It may be that Thomas Shadwell's son was
partial to the memory of his father, and that he has overrated his poetical
ability, as Dryden had underrated it. It is certainly true that Shadwell's
dramas did make sport of popular follies, that they might cure the wretched
custom that prevailed during that era of this period. He seems to have
been proud of his making "Timon of Athens" into a play, and he refers
to his pride in it, in its dedication to the Duke of Buckingham, as well as in
the prologue of the play. In what way then did Shadwell make "Timon of
Athens" into a play?
wholly at his service. He seems to give credit to what they say, and accepts
their excuses, and invites them again to his house at an appointed hour.
The supposed dinner is served in covered dishes, which, when they eagerly
lift up, they find, instead of food, only toads, snakes, scorpions and such
other venomous animals ; but evidently fearing that this would not be strong
enough to express his mind, lie upbraids ingratitude, avarice and hypocrisy
on the part of all present; and then, with the assistance of the servants who
had remained faithful to him, drives them out of the house in such a way
as their treatment of him had merited. After this entertainment Timon,
after cursing Athens, its senators and its citizens, turns his back upon the
ungrateful town and seeks refuge in the woods; where Evandra, not hear-
ing from Timon. no sooner learus of his departure, than she disdains to stay
in a place so. unworthy of her beloved lord, turns all her effects into money,
and follows him. to his retreat. And as she cannot persuade him to quit his
solitary life, she resolves to share it vith him, exchanging the splendors of
the great city for the wilderness; all the luxuries of life in the rich city of
Athens for roots, water and a cold mossy bed. Quite differently did
Melissa pass her days. Alcibiades having returned from his banishment,
without his sentence having been repealed by the senatehis return was
partly induced by his desire of seeing Ielissa, and partly to obtain pardon for
a dear friend who had been condemned to die. When he returned to Athens,
Melissa not doubting but that he would be reinstated in all of his grandeur,
received him with open arms, protesting that she had not enjoyed one
happy moment since his departure. But the Senate could not overlook his
return before the decree banishing him had been set aside, not only refused
him the life of his friend, but ordered him into a second retirement, or ban-
ishment; and on pain of death he was commanded to quit Athens in two
hours. This time he hoped to pass with his adored Melissa; but Melissa,
again hearing of his disgrace, treated him as she before had treated Timon.
And Alcibiades then left Athens feeling as much incensed against the City as
Timon had been. In the meantime it had been reported to the citizens of
Athens that Timon had come into possession of great wealth; and the
people and Senators of Athens came out to see him. He spurned them all,
as he was resolved to shun mankind for ever. And he spent the rest of his
days in building a tomb with his own hands. When he found that death
was ready to seize him, he went into the tomb and there died. Evandra, no
sooner saw that life had left the body of Timon than she plunged a dagger
in her breast, and died by his side. In the meantime also Alcibiades revenged
his cause on the Athenians, and would have laid the city level with the
earth, had not the senators, themselves unable to resist, entreated mercy,
which he refused to grant on any other terms then that all there appear before
him with halters around their necks ; and the senators were so abject that they
complied even with this ; and they sued to Alcibiades in the most pity-moving
words their orators could dictate. Melissa, now that Alcibiades's star was in
the ascendant, did not doubt but that her beauty still maintained its former
power over him, and she came there to meet him, attended and appareled
like a bride, with smiles, allurements and graces, and every soft and endear-
ing blandishments of love, she came to the place where she beholds Alcibiades
surrounded by an admiring crowd. But Alcibiades repels her pro.ffered
embraces, throws her away from him like some loathsome thing, upbraids
her usage of Timon and of himself as well, and compels her, though too
late, to be sensible that no outward appearances can compensate for a base,
dishonorable and mercena.ry soul.
This is in brief how Shadwell's play of "Timon of Athens" differs
from that of Shakespeare. Shadwell gives Greek names to the characters
in place of the Latin names given by Shakespeare. Some new characters
are brought in; for instance, a musician is added to the number of those
living on the liberality of Timon. The character of Demetrius, who was the
Flavius of Shakespeare's "Timon," does not equal Flavius; and Shadwell
has spoiled Demetrius bv making him faithless in the end.
There is considerable power in the scenes in which Melissa and Evan-
dra appear; for Shadwell was a great deal better dramatist than Dryden
would have us think; as a revision of Shakespeare, however, this play
is a failure: still it is not so bad as some manufactured by great men,
for example, by D'Avenant and Dryden.
One of Shakespeare's characters to suffer, in my judgment, is the char-
acter of Ape, nantus. Shakespeare makes him a snarling cynic, and I think
used him as a foil to Timon's open-heartedness, and generous nature. He
distinctly losses this character in Shadwell's play.
But here are the plays, both that of Shadwell, and that of Shakespeare,
put side by side; and the student can readily compare the merits and
demerits of the two.
THE LIFE OF TIMON OF ATHENS.
Tim,on of ,4thens 1623
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arrive to me, than of the honour of having been admitted fometimes into your
Graces Converfation, the molt charming in the World. [ am now to
prefent your Grace with this Hiftory of Timon, which you were pleafed to
tell me you liked, and it is the more worthy of you, fince it has the inimitable
hand of Sh.ahe[pear in it, which never made more Mafterly ftrokes than
in this. Yet I can truly fay, I have made it into a Play. Which I humbly
lay at your feet, begging the continuance of your Favour, which no man can
value more than I fhall ever do, who am unfeignedly,
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T YMON of Athes.
Lncullus, two Fla.tteri,g Lords.
Appcma.ntus, a Churlifh Philofophr.
SemCronius a.nother flattering Lord.
Alcibiades, an AtheMan Ca,ptaine.
Flaminius, one of Tymons Scruants.
I Scuerali Seruants to
!" entigius, o.ne o[ Tymons [al/e Friends
tVith diuers other Seruants,
Tmon of Athens 1623
LIFE OF TYMON
Aus Primus. Scena Pri.ma.
Enter Poet, Painter, leweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at [euerall doores.
Ood day Sir.
Pain. I am glad y'are well.
Poet. I haue not feene you long, how goes the World ?
Pain. It weares fir, as it growes.
Poet. I that's well knowne:
But what particular Rarity ? What ftrange,
Which manifold record not matches: fee
Magicke o.f Bounty, all there fpirits thy power
Hath coniur'd to attend.
I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both:-th'others a Ieweller.
Mer. 0 "tis a worthy Lord.
Icw. Nay that's molt fixt.
Met. A molt incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
To an vntyreable and continuate goodneffe:
Iew. I haue a Iewell heere.
Met. 0 pray let's ee't. For the Lord Timon, fir ?
le,el. If he will touch the eftimate. But for that--
Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,
It taines the glory in that happy Vere,
Which aptly tings the good.
Met. 'Tis a good forme.
le,el. And rich: heere is a Water Iooke ye.
Pain. You are rapt fir, in ome worke, ome Dedication to the great
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ACT I. SCENE I.
Ov ftrange it is to fee my Riotous Lord
With carelefs Luxurv betray himfelf!
To Feaft and Revel all his hours away;
Without account how raft his Treafure ebbs,
How flowlv flows, and when I warn'd him of
His following dangers, with his rigorous frowns
He nipt my growing honeftv i'th' Bud,
And kill'd it quite; and well for me he did fo.
It was a barren Stock would yield no Fruit:
But now like Evil Councellours I comply,
And lull him in his fort Lethargick life.
And like fuch curled Politicians can
Share in the head-long ruine, and will rife by't:
What vaft rewards to naufeous Flatterers,
To Pimps, and \Vomen, what Eftrates he gives !
And fhall I have no fhare ? Be gon. all Honefty.
Thou foolifh, flender, threadbare, ftarving thing, be gon!
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Here's a fellow-horfeleech: How now Poet, how goes the world ?
Poet. Why, it wears as it grows: but is Lord Timon vifible ?
Dem. Hee'll come out fuddenly, what have you to prefent him?
Poet. A little Off-fpring of my fruitful Mufe: She's in travel daily for
Dem. For your own profit, you grofs flatterer.
By him damn'd Panegyricks he has written [A[ide.
Himself up to my Lords Table,
Which he feldom fails ; nay, into his Chariot,
Where he in publick does not blufh to own
The fordid Scribler.
Poet. The laft thing I prefented my Noble Lord was Epigram: But this
is in Heroick ftyle.
Dem. What d'ye mean by ftyle ? that of good fence is all alike; that is to
fay, with apt and earle words, not one too little or too much: And this I
think good ftyle.
Poet. 0 Sir, you are wide o'th' matter! apt and earle!
Heroicks muft be lofty and high founding:
No earle language in Heroick Verfe;
'Tis molt unfit : for fhould I name a Lion,
I muft not in Heroicks call him
Dem. What then ?
Poet. I'de as loon call him an Afs. No thus--
The fierce Numidian Monarch of the Beafts.
Dem. That's lofty, is it?
Poet. 0 yes! but a Lion would found fo badly, not to be
Endur'd, and a Bull too---but
The mighty Warriour of the horned Race:
Ah--how that founds!
Dem.. Then I perceive found's the great matter in this way.
Poet. Ever while you live.
Dem. How would you found a Fox as you call it ?
Poet. A Fox is but a fcurvey Beaft for Heroick Verfe.
Dent. Hum--is it fo? how will a Raven do in Heroick ?
Poet. Oh very well, Sir.
That black and dreadful fate-denouncing fowl.
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Tim.on of Athens
Enter certaine Senators.
Pain. How this Lord is followed.
Poet. The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Padn. Looke moe.
Po.. You fee this confluence, this great flood of vifitors,
I haue in this rough worke, fhap'd out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
With ampleft entertainment : My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moues it felfe
In a wide Sea of wax, no leueII'd malice
InfecCts one comma in the courfe I hold,
But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leauing no Tracer belfinde.
Pai. How fhall I vnderftand you ?
Poet. I will vnboult to you.
You fee how all Conditions, how all XIindes,
As well of glib and flipp'ry Creatures, as
Of Graue and auftere qualitie, tender downe
Their feruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,
Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
All forts of hearts; yea, from the glaffe-fac'd Flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loues better
Then to abhorre himfele; euen hee drops downe
The knee before him, and returnes in peace
Molt rich in T.imons nod.
Pair. I law them fpeake together.
Poet. Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleafant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
q he Bafe o'thMount
Is rank'd with all deferts, all kinde of Natures
That labour on the bofome of this Sphere,
To propagate their ftates; arnong'ft them all,
Whofe eyes are on ,this Soueraigne Lady fixt,
One do I perfonate of Lord Timon.s frame,
Whom Fortune wtih her Iuory hand wafts to her.
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Enter certain Senators going in to Timon.
Poet. How this Lord is follow'd! [Enter more who Pals over.
Paint. See more, well, he's a noble fpirit !
lewel. A molt worthy Lord!
Poet. What a flood of Vifitors his bounty draws!
Dem. You fee how all conditions, how all minds,
As well of glib and flippery Creatures, as
Of grave and auftere quality, prefent
Their fervices to Lord Tim.on$ profp'rous fortune.
He to his good and gracious nature does fubdue
All forts of tempers, from the fmooth fac'd flatterer
To Apema, ntu, that Philofophical Chnrle
Who hates the world, and does almoft abhor
Paint. He is a molt excellent Lord, and makes the fineft Pie'ture!
Poet. The joy of all mankind; deferves a Homer for his Poet.
lewd. A molt accomplifht perfon!
Poet. The Glory of the Age!
Paint. Above all parallel!
Dem.. And yet there Rogues, were this man poor, would fly him,
As I would them, if I were he.
Poet. Here's excellent M.fick!
In what delights he melts his hours away!
24 Thnn o[ Athens
Whole prefent grace, to prefent flaues and feruants
Tranflates his Riuals.
Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to fcope
This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes
With one man becken'd from the reft below,
Bowing his head againft the fteepy Mount
To climbe his happineffe, would be well expreft
In our Condition.
Poet. Nay Sir', but heare me on:
All thole which were his Fellowes but of late,
Some better then his valew: on the moment
Follow his ftrides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
Raine Sacrificial whifperings in his eare,
Make Sacred euen his ftyrrop, and through him
Drinks the free Ayre.
Pm'n. I marry, what of there ?
Poet. When Fortune in her fhift and change of mood
Spumes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants
Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,
Euen on their knees and hand, let him fit downe,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. Tis common :
A .thoufand morall Paintings I can fhew,
That fhall demonftrate there quicke blowes of Fortunes,
More .pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,
To fhew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue feene
The foot aboue the head.
Enter Lord Timon, addre[[ing him[elfe courteoufly to euery Sutor.
Tim. Imprifon'd is he, fay you ?
Me[. I my good Lord, flue Talents is his debt,
His meanes molt fhort, his Creditors molt ftraite:
Your Honourable Letter he defires
To thofe haue fhut him vp, which failing,
Periods his comfort.
Timon of Athens
Tim. Noble Ventidius well:
I am not of that Feather, to fhake off
lIy Friend when he muft neede me. I do know him
A Gentleman, that well deferues a helpe,
Which he fhall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.
Mef. Your Lordfhip euer bindes him.
Tim. Commend me to him,, I will fend his ranfome,
And being enfranchized bid him come ,to me:
"Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,
But to fupport him after. Fare you well.
Mef. All happineffe to your Honor.
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Tim. How fhall fhe be endowed,
If fhe be mated with an equal Husband?
Olden. Three Talents on the prefent; in future, all.
Tim. This Gentleman of mine
Hath feru'd me long-
To build his Fortune, I will ftraine a little,
For 'tis a Bond in men. Glue him thy Daughter,
What you beftow, in him Ile counterpoize,
And make him weigh with her.
Oldm. Molt Noble-Lord,
Pawne me to this your Honour, fhe is his.
Tim. My hand to thee,
Mine Hononr on my promife.
Luc. Humbly I thanke yonr Lordfhip, neuer may
That ftate o.r Fotnne fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you.
Poet. VoucMafe my Labour,
And long liue your Lordfhip.
Tim. I thanke you, you fhall heare from me anon"
Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend ?
Pain. A peace of Painting, which I do befeech
Your Lordfhip to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almoft the Naturall man-
For fince Difhonor Traffiickes with roans Nature,
He is but out-fide- There Penfil'd Figures are
Euen fuch as they giue out. I like 3,our worke,
And you fhall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.
Pa.in. The Gods preferue ye.
Tim. Well fare you Gentleman" giue rae your hand.
We mnft needs dine together- fir your Iewell
Hath fuffered vnder praife.
Iexel. What my Lo.rd, difpraife?
Tim. A meere faciety of Commendations,
If I fhould pay you for't as 'tis extold,
It would vnclew me quite.
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Diffil. My Noble Lord, I thank you on my knees:
May I be as miferable as I fhall be bale
When I forget this molt furprizing favour:
No Fortune or Eftate fhall e're be mine,
Which Fie not humbly lay. before your feet.
Ti.m.. Rife. I ne're do good with profpe& of return,
That were but merchandizing, a mere trade
Of putting kindnefs out to ufe.
Poet. Vouchfafe to accept my labours, and long live your Lordfhip.
Tim. I thank you; you fhall hear from me anon:
What have you there nay friend?
Paint. A piece of Limning for your Lordfhip.
Tim. 'Tis welcome. I like it, and vo,u fhall find I do.
Jewel. My Lord, here is the Jewel!
Tim. 'Tis Excellent !
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Jewel. Your Lordfhip mends the Jewel by the wearing.
Ti, m. Well rnock't.
Poet. No, rn. good Lord, lie fpeaks what all men think.
,dpem. Scum of all flatterers, wilt thou ftill perfift
For filthy gain. to gild and vanifh o're
This great Man's Vanities!
Tim. Nay, now we rnuft be chidden.
Poet. I can bear with vour Lordfhip.
,dpem. Yes, and without him too: vain credulous Timon,
If thou believ'ft this Knave, thou'art a fool.
Tim. Well, gentle Apemantus, good morrow to thee.
,dpem. Till. I arn gentle: ftav for thy good morrow
Till thou art Timons dog. and there Knaves-honeft.
Tim. Why dolt thou call them Knaves ?
Apem. They're ,qtheniaus. and I'le not recant;
Th'are all bale Fawners : what a coile is here
With finiling, cringing, jutting out of Burns:
I wonder whether all the legs they make
Are worth the furnrnes they colt you: friendfhip's ft,ll
Of dregs: bale filthy dregs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth for cringes.
5Elius. Do you know tts fellow?
Apem. Did I not call you by vour names ?
Tim. Thou preacheft againft \'ice, and thou thv fell art proud ,xlpemantus.
Apem. Proud! that I arn not Timon.
Tim. Why fo?
Apem. To We belief to flatt'ring Knaves and Poets,
And to be frill nay fell rny greateft flatterer:
What fhould Great Men be proud of ftead of noife
And pomp and fhow, and holding up their heads,
And cocking of their holes; pleas'd to fee
hnpofthumating with its villanie;
And now the fwelling's broken out
In oft contagious ulcers; no .place free
From the deftructive Peftilence of manners;
Out upon't, 'tis time the world fhould end!
Tim.. Do not rail fo 'tis to little purpofe.
,pem. I fear it is, I have done mv morning leure,
And I'le be gone
.4peru. To knock out an honeft .4tlcnians brains.
Tim. Why? that's a deed thou'lt die for Mpemantt,s.
.4peru,. Yes, if doing nothing be death bv the Lav.
Tim. Will nothing pleafe thee ? how dolt thou like this Piure ?
.4pem. Better than the thing 'twas drawn for, 'twill
Neither lie, drink, nor whore,
Flatter a nmn to his face, and cut his
Throat behind his back;
For fince falfe fmiles, and bafe
Difhonour traffique with marts nature,
He is but mere outride; Piures are
Even fuch as they give out: Oh] did you fee
The infides of there Fellows minds about you,
You'd loath the bale corruptions more than all
The putrid Excrements their bodies hide.
,lins. Silence the foul mouth'd villain.
Tim. He hurts not us. How lik'ft thou this Jewel?
.4pem. Not fo well as plain dealing, which will not colt a
Man a doit.
Tim. What dolt thou think this Jewel worth ?
Ape.re. What fools efteem it, it is not worth my thinking.
Lo, now the mighty ufe of thv great Riches ]
That muft let infinite value on a Bawble !
Will't keep thee warm, or fatisfie thy thirft,
Or hunger? No, it is comparifon
That gives it value; then, thou look'ft uon
Thy finger, and art very proud to think
A poor man cannot have it: Childifh pleafure!
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2 He powres it it out: Ph#tts the God of Gold
Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes
Seuen-fold aboue it felfe: No guilt to him,
But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding
All vfe of quittance.
I The Nobleft minde he carries,
That euer gouern'd man.
2 Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in ?
Ile keepe you Company.
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What ftretcht inventions muft be found to make
Great wealth of ufe ? Oh ! that I were a Lord !
Tim. What would'ft thou do?
Apen. I would cudgel two men a day for flattering me,
Till I had beaten the whole Senate.
Ptwcax. Let the Villain be oundly punifh'd for his
Tim. No, the man is honest, 'tis his humour: 'Tis odd,
And methinks pleasant. You mtft dine with me
Ape.re. I devour no Lords.
Tim. No, if you did, the Ladies wou'd be angry.
./ipem. Yet they with all their modeft fimperings,
_And varnifh'd looks can wallow Lords, and get
Great bellies by't, yet keep their virtuous
Vizors on. till a poor little Baftard fteals into
The world, and tells a tale.
Tint. My Noble Lord, welcome! molt welcom to my arms!
You are the Fountain from which all, nay happinefs
Did fpring! your matchlefs Daughter, fair Melliffa.
Nic. Your honour us too much mv Lord.
Tint. I cannot, fhe is the joy of thens! the chief delight
Of Nature, the only life I live bv: Oh, that her vows
Were once expir'd; it is methinks an Age till that bleft dav
When we fhall joyn our hands and hearts together.
Nic. 'Tis but a week, my Lord.
Tim. 'Tis a thoufand years.
,-1peru. Thou miferable Lord, haft thou to compleat
All thv calamities, that plale of Love,
That molt unmanly madnefs of the mind.
That fpecious cheat, as falfe as friendfhip is?
Did'ft thou but fee how like a fniveling thing
Thou look'ft and talk'f t, thou, would'ft abhor or laugh at
Thy own admir'd Image.
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Not yours, I with this hand xvould rip it open:
Shew me a \Vile in .4thens can fay this;
And vet I am not one. but you are now to marry.
Tim. That I have lov'd you, you and Heav'n can witnefs
By many long repeated ac"ts of Love,
And Bounty I have fhew'd vou---
Evan. Bounty! ah Tim.on!
I am not yet fo mean. but I contemn
Your tranfitorv dirt, and all rewards,
But that of Love, your perfon was the bound
Of all nay thoughts and wifhes, in return
You have lov'd me! Oh miferable found!
I xvould you never had, or always would.
Tim. Man is not mafter of his appetites.
Heav'n fwayes our mind to Love.
Evan. But Hell to falfehood:
Hov many thoufand times v' have vow'd and fworn
Eternal Love: Heav'n has not vet abfolv'd
You of your Oaths to me : nor can I ever.
My Love's as nmch too much as yours too little.
Tim. If you love me. vou'l love my happinefs,
:lIcli[[a; Beauty and her Love to me
Has so inflam'd me, I can have none ithout her.
Ean.. If I had lov'd another, when you firft,
5i v dear. falfe Tim.on fwore to me. vould you
ltave wifht I might have found my happiuefs
Within anothers arms? No. uo. it is
To love a contradi&ion.
Tim. 'Tis a truth I cannot anfwer.
Ez'an. Betides, Meliffa's beauty
Is not believ'd to exceed my little ftock.
Even modeftv may priafe it felf when "tis
Afpers'd: But her Love is mercenary.
Moft mercenar.v, bafe. "tis _Marriage Love:
She gives her perfon, but in vile exchange
She does demand your liberty: But I
Cou'.d generoufly give without mean bargaining:
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Mel. No: But dolt thou think fo ('bloc? I love
To make thole Fellows die for me, and I
All the while look fo fcornfully, and then with my
Head on one fide, with a languifhing eye ] do fo
Kill 'era again : Prithee, what do they fay of me,
Chlo. Say ! That you are the Queen of all their hearts,
Their Goddefs, their Deftiny, and talk of Cupids flames,
And darts, and Vrounds! Oh the rareft language,
'Twould make one die to hear it: and ever now
And then fteal rome gold into my hand,
And then commend me too.
Mel. Dear Soul, do they, and do they die for me?
Chlo. 6)11 yes, the fineft, propereft Gentlemen---
Mel. But there are not many that die for me? humh--
Chlo. C)h yes. Lamachtts, Theodorus. The[[ahts, Eumolpides
Mcmtton, and indeed all that fee your Ladifhip.
Mel. I'le flvear ? how is my complexion to day ? ha Chloe?
Chlo. 0 molt fragrant ! 'tis a rare white wafh tiffs !
Mel. I think it is the belt I ever bought; had I not belt
Lay on rome more red Chloe?
Chlo. A little mo/'e would do well : it makes you look
So pretty, and fo plump, Madam.
lel. I have been too long this morning in drefing.
Ch.lo. Oh no, I vow you have been bnt bare three hours.
Mel. No more ! well, if I vere lure to be thus pretty but feven.
Years, I'de be content to die then on that condition.
Chlo. The gods forbid.
Mel. I'le fwear I would; but dolt thou think Timon will
Like me in tiffs drefs ?
Chlo. Oh he dies for you in any drefs, Madam!
Mel. Oh this vile tailor that brought me not home my new
Habit to day : he deferves the Otracime ! a Villain,
To diforder me fo.; I am afraid it has done harm
To my complexion : I have dreamt of it there two nights,
And hall not recover it this week
Chlo. Indeed Madam he deferves death from vour eyes.
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Met. I think I look pretty well ? will not Timot
Perceive my diforder?--hah--
Chlo. Oh no, but you fpeak as if you made this killing
Preparation for none but Timoz.
Mel. 0 yes, Chloe, for every one, I love to have all the
Young Blades follow, kifs my hand, admire, adore me,
And die for me: but I muft have but one favour'd
Servant ; it is the game and not the quarry, I
Muft look after it in the reft.
Chlo. Oh Lord, I would have as many admirers as I could.
Mel. Av fo would I--but favour one alone.
No, I am refolv'd nothing fhall corrupt my honefty;
Thole admirers would make one a whore Chloe,
And that undoes us, 'tis our intereft to be honeft.
Chlo. Would they ? No I warrant you, I'de fain fee
Any of thole admirers make me a Whore.
Mel. Timon loves me honeftly and is rich--
Chlo. You have forgot you.r Zllcibiades:
He is the rareft perfon!
Mel. No, no, I could love him dearlv: oh he was the beautiful'ft man,
The fineft wit in Zlthens, the belt companion, fulleft of mirth
And pleafure, and the prettieft wayes he had to pleafe Ladies.
He would make his enemies rejoyce to fee him.
Chlo. Why ? he is all this, and can do all this frill.
Mel. Ay, but he has been long banifh'd for breaking Mercuries
Images, and profaning the myfteries of Proferpiue;
Betides. the people took his Eftate from him,
And I hate a poor Fellov, from mv heart I swear:
I vow methinks I look fo pretty to day, I could
Kifs my felf Chloe.
Chlo. Oh dear Madam--I could look on you for ever: oh
What a world of murder you'l commit to day!
Mel. Dolt thou think fo ? ha! ha! no, no.--
E.ter a Servant.
Serv. The Lord Timon's come to wait on you, and begs
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Enter Poet, Apemantus, Servants fetting things in order for the Fea[t.
Poet. His honour will loon be here, I have prepar'd the Markers;
They are all ready.
,4pem. How now Poet? what piece of foppery haft thou to
prefent to Timon?
Poet. Thou art a fencelefs fnarling Stoick, and haft no tafte of Poetry.
,Ipem. Thv Poetrie's infipid, none can tafte it:
Thou art a wordy foolifh Scribler, who
Writ'ft nothing but high-founding frothy ftuff;
Thou fpread'ft, and beat'ft out thy poor little fence,
'Tis all leaf-gold, it has no weight in it.
Thou lov'ft impertinent defcription,
And when thou haft a rapture, it is not
The facred rapture of a Poet. but
Incoherent, extravagant, and unnatural,
Like mad-mens thoughts, and this thou call'ft Poetical.
Poet. You are judge! fhall dull Philofophers judge
Of us the nimble fancies, and quick fpirits
Of the .Age ?
.-1peru. The Cox-combs of the _Age:
Are there fuch eminent fopperies as in the
Poets of this time ? their molt unreafonable heads
_Are whimfical, and fantaftick as Fidlers,
They are the fcorn and laughter of all witty men,
I'he folly of you makes the Art contemptible,
None of you have the judgement of a Gander.
Enter ,ZElius, Nicias, Phax, and the other Senators.
Poet. You are a bale fnarling Critick; write your
Self. do and you dare.
.-1peru. I confess 'tis a daring piece of valour, for a man
Of fence to write to an Age that likes your fpurious ftuff.
Nici. What time of the day is't, Apemantus ?
.qpem. Time to be honeft.
.cl.itt$. That time ferves alwayes.
.-1peru. Then what excufe haft thou. that would'ft thus long
Omit it ?
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Hoboyes Playing lo'wd Mu[icke.
t great Ba,nqltet [ern'd in: and then, Enter Lord Timotb the States, the
Athenian Lords, 'entfits which Timon redeem'd [rom pri[on.. Then
comes dropping a.fter all .pemanttts di[contentedly like him[elfe.
f'cntig. Mo.ff honoured Timon,
It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,
And call him to long peace"
He is gone happy, and has left me rich"
Then, as in grtefull Vertue I am bound
To your free heart, I do, returne thole Talents
Doubled with thankes and feruice, from whole helpe
I deriu'd libertie.
Tim. 0 by no means,
Honeft Uentigins" You miftake my loue,
I gaue it freely euer, and ther's none
Can truely fay he giues, if he receiues"
If our betters play at that game, we muft not dare
To imitate them: faults that are rich are faire.
l.Zint. A Nobl fpirit.
Tim. Nay nay Lords, Ceremony was but deuis'd at firff
To let a gloffe on faint deeds, hollow welcomes.
Recanting goodneffe, lorry ere "tis fho,wne"
But where there is true frienfhip, there needs none.
Pray fit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,
Then nay Fortunes to me,
I. Lord. My Lord, we alwaies haue confeft it.
,4pcr. Ho ho, confeft it? Hang'd it? Haue you not?
Tim.o.. 0 Apermantts, you are velcome.
Aper. No" You fhall not make me velcome"
I co,ane to haue thee thruft me out of doores.
Tim. Fie, th'art a chur'le, ve'haue got a humour there
Does not becom.e a man, 'tis much too blame"
They fay my Lords, [ra[1tror brenis
But yond man is verie angrie.
Go, let him haue a Table by himfelfe-
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For he does reither affe& companie,
Nor is he fit for't indeed.
Aper. Let me ftay at thine apperill Timon,
I come to obferue, I glue thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heede of thee.: Th'art an ,4thenian, therefore welcome : I
my fetfe would haue no power, prythee let my meate make thee filent.
,4per. I fcorne thy meate, 'twou'ld choake me : for I fhould here flatter thee.
Oh you Gods! What a number of men eats Tim.on, and he fees "era not?
It greeues me to fee fo manv dip there meate in one mans blood, and all the
madneffe is, he cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare truft themfelues with men.
Me thinks they fhould enuite them without kniues,
Good for there meate, and fafer for their liues.
There's much example for't; the fellow that fits next him, now parts bread
with him, pledges the breath of him in a diuided draught: is the readieft
man to kill him. 'Tas beene proud, if I were al huge man I fhould feare to
drinke at meales, leaft they fhould fpie my wind-pipes dangerous noates,
great men fhould drinke with harneffe on their throates.
Tim. My Lord in heart: and let the health go round.
2. Lord. Let it flow this way my good Lord.
Aper. Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his tides well, thole
healths will make thee and thy ftate looke ill, Timon.
Heere's that which is too weake to be a finner,
Honeft water, which nere left nmn i'th'mi,re :
This and my food are equals, there's no, ods,
Feafts are to proud to ue thanks to the Gods.
Immortall Gods, I craue no pc.Ire,
I pray for o man but my felfe,
Graunt I may nener proue fo fond.
To truft man on his Oath or Bond.
Or a Harlot for her weeping,
Or a Dogge that feem.es afleeping,
Or a keeper with. my freedome,
Or my friends if I fhould need "era.
Amen.. So fall too't:
Richmen- fin, and I eat root.
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Whofe Wifedom's Blindnefs, and whofe Power is Madnefs:
And plac'd it in your noble Hands; methinks
You in return fhould take off his hard fentence
Of Banifhment, and render back all his Eftate.
Phcea.r. Is there a thing on Earth you would command us
That we would difobey ?
Nici. I am abfolutely yours in all Commands.
,/Elius. How proud am I that I can ferve Lord Timon!
,4pe.m. Thinkft thou thv felf thy Countries friend now Tirnon?
His foul Riot and his inordinate Luft,
His wavering Paffions, and his headlong Will,
His felfish Principles, his contempt of others,
His Mockery, his various Sports, his Wantonnefs.
The Rage and Madnefs of his Luxury
Will make the ,4thenians hearts ake, as thy own
Will loon make thine.
I[od. Hang him, we never mind him.
I[and. When will he feakp well of any man ?
,4peru. When I can find a man that's better than
A beaft, I will fall down and worfhip him.
Tin. Thou art an ,/lthenian, and I bear with thee
Is the Mafque ready?
Poet. 'Tis, my noble Lord.
,4peru. What odd and childifh folly Slaves find out
To pleafe and court all thy diftemper'd Appetites!
They fpend their flatteries to devour thofe men
Upon whole Age they'l void it up agen
With poyfonous fpite and envy.
Who lives that's not deprav'd, or elfe depraves ?
Who die that bear not fome fpurns to their Graves
Of their friends giving ? I fhould fear that thole
Who now are going to dance before me,
Should one day ftamp on me: it has been done.
Tin,. Nay, if you rail at all Society,
I'll hear no more be gone.
,4peru. Thou may'ft be fure I will not ftay to fee
Thv folly any longer, fare thee well: remember
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Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers o[ .tmacons, with Lutes in th.eir hands.
daun.cing and playing.
Tim. What meanes that Trumpe ? How now ?
Ser. Pleafe you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies
Moft defirous of admittance.
Tim.. Ladies? what are their wils?
Set. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord, which beares that
office, to fignifie their pleafures.
Tim. I pray let them be admitted.
Enter Cupid with the Maske o[ Ladies.
C.up. Haile to. thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties tafte"
the flue heft Sences acknowledge thee their Patron, and come freelv to
gratulate thy plentious bofome.
There taft, touch all, pleas'd from thv Table rife"
They onely now come but to Feaft thine eies.
Timo. They're wecome all, let 'em haue kind admittance. Muficke make
Luc. You fee my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd.
What a fweepe of vanitie comes this way.
They daunce? They are madwomen,
Like Madneffe is the glory, of this life,
As this pompe fhewes to a little oyle and roote.
We make our felues Foo.les, to difpo.rt our felues,
And fpend our Flatteries, to drinke thofe men,
Vpon whole Age we voyde it vp agen
With poyfonous Spight and Enuy.
Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;
Who dyes, that beares not one fpurne to their graues
Of their Friends guift-
I fhould feare, thofe that dance before me now,
Would one day ftampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,
lkffen fhut their doores againft a letting Sunne.
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t Lord. I am fo farre already in your guifts.
.411. So are we all.
Eztcr a Seruant.
Scr. Fly Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and
come to vifit you.
Tim. They are fairely welcome.
Fla. I befeech )-our Honor, vouchfafe me a word, it does concerne you
Tim. Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.
I prythee let's be prouided to fhew them entertainment.
Fla. I fcarfe know how.
Enter another Serua.nt.
Set. May it pleafe your Honor, Lord Lucius!
(Out of his free loue) hath prefented to you
Foure Milke-white Horfes, trapt in Siluer.
Tim.. I fhall accept them fairely: let the Prefents
Be worthily entertain'd.
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I am, haftning to my death, then you'l be happy,
I ne'r fhall interrupt your joys again,
Unlefs the Memory of me fhould make
You drop Ionae tears upon my duft; I know
Your noble Nature will remember that
Evandra was, and once was dear to you,
And lo.v'd you fo, that fhe cott'd dye to make
Tim. Ah dear Emdra.t that would make
Me wretched far below all mifery ;
I'd rather kill mT fell than hear that news:
I call the gods to witnefs, there's not one
On Earth I more efteem.
Ean. Efteem ! alas !
It is too weak a Cordial to preferve
My fading life, I fee your paffion's grown
Too headftrong for you. Oh lny deareft Tmon!
1, while I have any breath, muft call you fo;
Had you once Itruggled for nay fake,
And ftriven to oppofe the rang fury of
Your fatal Love, I fhould have dy'd contented.
But Oh ! falfe to your fell, to all my hopes,
And me; you fuckt the fubtile poyfon in
So greedily, you would not Itay to tafte it.
Tim. She re.ores me ftrongly; I have found from her
The trueft and the tendereft Love that e'r
Woman yet bore to Man.
Ez'an. I find you're gone too far in the difeafe
T' admit a Cure: I will perfwade no longer;
Death is nay remedy, and I'll embrace it.
Tim. Oh talk not of Death: I'll love you Itill:
I can love two at once, truft me I can.
Ean. No, Timon, I will have you whole, or nothing:
I love you Io, I cannot live to fee
That dear, that molt ador'd perfon in anothers arms:
My Love's too nice, 'twill not be fed with crumbs,
And broken meat, that falls from your Meli[[a.
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Sen.. I go fir?
Take the Bonds along with you,
And haue the dates in. Come.
C. I will Sir.
Enter Steward, with many billes in ins hand.
Stew. No care, no ftop, fo fenfeleffe of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintaine it,
Nor ceafe his flow of Riot. Takes no accom..pt
How things go from him, nor relume no care
Of what is to continue: neuer minde,
Was to be fo vnwife, to be fo kinde.
What fhall be done, he will not heare, till feele:
I muft be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fye, fie, fie, fie.
Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro.
Cap. Good euen Varros what, you come for money?
Vat. Is't not your bufineffe too ?
Cap. It is, and yours too, I[idore?
I[id. It is fo.
Cap. Would we were all difcharg'd.
Vat. I feare it,
Cap. Heere comes the Lord.
Enter Timon, and his Traine.
Tim. So foone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe
My /llcibiades. With me, what is your will?
Cap. My Lord, heere is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues ? whence are you ?
C&p. Of Athens heere, my Lord.
Tim. Go to my Steward.
Cap. Pleafe it your Lordfhip, he hath put me off
To the fucceffion of new dayes this moneth:
My Mafter is awak'd by great Occafion,
To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,
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So would I"
a tricke as etter Hangman feru'd Theefe.
Are you three Vfurers men?
I think no Vfurer, but ha's a Foole to his Seruant. My Miftris is
I am her Foole: when men come to borrow of your Mafters, they
fadly, and go away merry.- but they enter my Mafters houfe mer-
rily, and go away fadly. The reafon of this ?
Va.r. I could render one.
,4p. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whoremafter. and a Knaue,
which notwithftanding thou fhalt be no lefe efteemed.
Vat"to. What is a Whoremafter Foole?
Foole. A Foole in good cloathes, and fomething like thee. 'Tis a fpirit.
fometime t'appeares like a Lord, fomtime like a Lawyer, fometime like a
Philofopher, with two ftones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is retie often
like a Knight; and generally, in all fhapes that man goes vp and downe in.
from fourefcore to thi:teen, this fpirit walkes in.
Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole.
Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wife man.
As much foolerie as I haue, fo much vit thou lack'ft.
Ape. That anfwer might haue become Apematttts.
All. Afide, afide, heere comes l.ord Timon.
./lpe. Come with me(Foole)come.
Foole. I do not always follow Louer,
time the Philofopher.
Stew. Pray you walk e n eere,
Ile fpeake with you anon.
Tim,. You make me ruell wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laide my ftate before me.
That I might fo haue rated my expence
As I had leaue of meanes.
Steze. You would not heare me:
At many leyfures I propofe.
Tim. Go too:
Perchance rome tingle vantages you tooke,
l elder Brother, and Woman, rome-
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Enter Timon and Demetrius.
How comes it that I have been thus incounter'd
With clamorous demands of broken Bonds,
And the unjuft detention of money long fince due?
I knew I was in debt, but did not think
I had gone fo far; wherefore before this time
Did you not lay my ftate fully before me ?
Dem. You would not hear me.
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid 'era before you -- you would throw 'em off,
And fay, you found 'em in my Honefty.
I have beyond good manners, pray'd you often
To hold your hand more clofe and was rebuk't for't.
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When my indifpofition put you backe,
And that vnaptneffe made your minifter
Thus to excufe your felfe.
Stew. 0 my good Lord,
At many times I brought in my accompts,
Laid them before you, you would throw them off,
And fay you found them in mine honftie,
When for rome trifling prefent you haue bid me
Returne fo much, I haue fhooke my head, and wept:
Yea 'gainft th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more clofe: I did indure
Not fildome, nor no flight checkes, when I haue
Prompted you in the ebbe of your eftate,
And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lrd,
Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,
The greateft of your hauing, lackes a halle,
To pay your prefent debts
Tim. Let all mv Land be fold.
Stew. 'Tis all engag'd, rome forfeyted and gone,
And what remaines will hardly ftop the mouth
Of prefent dues; the future comes apace:
What fhall defend the interim, and at length
How goes our reck'ning?
Tim:. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.
Stew. 0 my good Lord, the world is but a word.
Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone.
Tim. You tell me true.
Stew. If you fufpec't my Husbandry or Falfhood,
Call me before th'exac'teft Auditors,
And let me on the proofe. So the Gods bleffe me,
When all our Offices haue beene oppreft
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept
With drunken fpilth of Wine; when euery roome
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with M:inftrelfie,
I haue retyr'd me to a wafteful cocke,
And let mine eyes at flow.
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Enter three Servants.
I Ser. My Lord!
Tim.. Go you to Plroea.r and to Cleon, you to Ira, rider.
And Ai.lius, you to Ifodore and Thrafillus.
Commend me to their loves, and let them know,
I'm proud that my occafions make me ufe 'era
For a upply of money. Let the request
Be fifty Talents from each man.
I Serv. We will, my Lord.
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Tin. Go you fir to the Senators;
Of whom, euen to the States belt health; I haue
Deferu'd this Hearing: bid 'era fend o'th'inftant
A thoufand Talents to me.
Ste. I haue beene bold
(For that I knew it the molt generall way)
To them, to vfe your Signet, and your Name,
But they do fhake their heads, and I am heere
No richer in returne.
Tim. Is't true ? Can't be ?
Stew. They anfwar in a ioyant and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot
Do what they would, are forrie : you are Honourable,
But yet they could haue wifht, thev know not.
Something hath beene amiffe; a Noble Nature
May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,
And fo intending other ferious matters,
After diftaftefull lookes; and there hard FracCtions
With certaine haKe-caps, and cold mouing nods,
They froze me into Silence.
Tim. You Gods reward them.:
Prythee man looke cheerely. There old Fellowes
Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it fildome flowes,
'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;
And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,
If fafhion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.
Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not fad,
Thou art true, and honeft; Ingenioufly I fpeake.
No blame belongs to thee :) Ventiddius lately
Buried his Father, by whole death bee's ftepp'd
Into a great eftate: When he was poore,
Imprifon'd, and in fcarfitie of Friends,
I cleer'd him with flue Talents: Greet him from me,
Bid him fuppofe, rome good neceffity
Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembered
With thole flue Talents; that had, u't there Fellowes
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Tim. Thou, Demetrius, fhalt go to the Senate, from whom
Even to the States belt health I have deferv'd
This hearing. Petition them to fend me 500 Talents.
Dem. I muft obey. The next room's full of
Importunate flaves and hungry Creditors, go not to 'era.
Tim. What! muft my doors b' oppos'd againft my paffage ?
Have I been ever free, and thole been open
For all .4them:ans to go in and out
At their own pleafure ? My Porter at my Gate
Ne're kept man out, but fmil'd and did invite
All that part by it, in, and muft he be
My Gaoler, and my Houfe nay Prifon! no,
I'll not defpair: my friends will never fail me.
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To whom 't-is inftant due. Neu'r fpeake, or thinke,
That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can finke.
Stew. I would I co.uld not thinke it:
That thought is Bounties Foe;
Being free it elfe, it thinkes all others o.
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Scene is the Porch or Cloi[ter of the Stoicks.
Apemantus [peaking to the people and [everal Senators.
Apem. 'Mongft all the loathfome and bafe difeafes of
Corrupted Nature, Pride is moft contagious.
Behold the pooreft miferable wretch
\Vhich the Sun fhines on; in the midft of all
Difeafes, rags, want, infamy and flavery,
The Fool will find out fomething to be proud of.
zElius. This is all railing.
z-lpem. When you deferve my precepts, you fhall have 'era,
.Mean while, if I'll be honeft, I muft rail at you.
Cleon. Let's walk, hang him, hear him not rail.
Phoea:r. Our Government is too retails in fuffering the
Licence of Philofophers, Orators, and Poets.
Apem. Show me a mighty Lordling, who's puft up,
And fwells with the opinion of his greatnefs ;
He's an Afs. For why does he refpe himfelf fo,
But to make others do it ? wretched Afs!
By the fame means he. feeks refpe, he lofes it.
Mean thing! does he not play the fool, and eat.
And drink, and void his excrements and ftink,
Like other men, and die and rot fo too ?
What then fhou'd it be proud of? 'Tis a Ird:
And that's a word rome other men cannot
Prefix before their names: what then ? a word
That it was born to, and then it could not help it.
Or if made a Lord, perhaps it was [Enter Timons 3 Servants.
By blindnefs or partiality i'th' Government.
If for defert, he lofes it in Pride;
Who ever's proud of his good deeds, performs
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Shou'd not be in my power to ufe; I beg
.A thoufand pardons. Tell him fo
.4peru. Thou art an excellent Summer friend!
]:tow often haft thou dip i'th' difh with him ?
He has been a Father to thee with Iris purfe,
Supported thyeftate; when e're thou drink'ft,
His filver kiffes thy bale Lips, thou rid'ft upon
His Horfes, ly'ft on his Beds.
I[an. Peace, or I'll knock tby brains out.
2 Sere,. My Lord, Thrafilhts
Thra. He's comes to borrow, I muft fhun him.
I hope your Lord is well.
z Serv. Yes, my Lord, and has lent me
Thra. To invite me to Dinner. I am ,in great haft
But I'll wait on him if I can poffible.
Apem. Good Fool, go home. Dolt think to find a grateful
Man iu Athens?
3 Serv. If my Lord's occafions did not prefs him very much
I would not urge it.
Elius. Why would he fend to me ? I am poor. There's
Phwa.r, Cleon., I[odore, Thrafillus, and I[ander, and many
Men that owe their fortunes to him.
3 Serv. They have been toucht and found bale mettle.
lius. Have they denv'd him: and 1hurt you come to me?
Muft I be his laft refuge? 'tis a great flight,
Muft I be the laft fought to? be might have
Confider'd who I am.
3 Serv. I fee he did not know you.
lius. I was the firft that e're receiv'd gift from him,
And I will keep it for his honours fake,
But at prefent I cannot poffibly fupply him"
Betides, my Father made me fwear upon
His Death, I never fhouId lend money.
I've kept the Oath e're fince. Fare thee well.
3 Ser: They all fly us!
.dpem. The barbarous Herd of mankind fhun
One in afflic"ton, and turn him out as
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And he that's once deny'de, will hardly fpeede.
I Do you obferue this Hoft#ius?
2 I, to well.
Why this is the worlds foule,
And iuft of the fame peece
Is euery Flatterers fport: who can call him his Friend
That dips in the fame difh? For in my knowing
Timo-n has bin this Lords Father,
And kept his credit with his purfe:
Supported his eftate, may Timolzs monev
Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes,
But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip,
And yet, oh fee the monftroufneffe of man,
When he lookes out in an vngratefull fhape:
He does deny him (in refpecCt of his)
What charitable men affoord to Beggers.
3 Religion grones at it.
I For mine owne part, I neuer tafted Tinlon in my life
Nor came any of his bounties ouer me,
To marke me for his Friend. Yet I proteft,
For his right Noble minde, illuftrious Vertue,
And Honourable Carriage,
Had his neceffity made vfe of me,
I would haue put my wealth into Donation,
And the belt halle fhould haue return'd to him,
So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue,
Men muft learne now with pitty to difpence,
For Policy fits aboue Confcience.
Enter a third feruant with Sem.pronius, atother of Timons Friends.
Setup. Muft he needs trouble me in't ? Hum.
'F3oue all others ?
He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now l/entidghes is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prifon. All there
Owes their eftates vnto him.
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Enter Timon and Serz,ant.
Tim. Is't poffible? deferted thus? what large profeffions
Did all thefe make but yefterday? did they all refufe to lend,
Say you ?
I Serv. The rumour of your borrowing was loon
Difperft, and then at fight of one of us
They would ftop, ftart, turn fhort, pafs by, or feem
To overlook us, and avoided us,
A.s if we had been their mortal Enemies;
And who fufpected not when they were mov'd,
Came off with bale excufes.
Tim. Ye Gods! what will become of Timon? I'll go to 'em
My felf, they will not have the face to ufe me fo.
Oh Demetrius.t what news bring'ft thou from the Senate?
Dem. I am return'd no richer than I went.
Tim. Juft Gods! it cannot be.
Dem.. They anfwer in a joint and corporate voice,
That now thev are to ebb, want Treafure, cannot,
Do what they would, are lorry; you are Honourable;
But yet they could have wifht; they know not,
Something has been amirs; a noble nature
May catch a wrench ; would all were well : 'tis pity ;
And fo intending other ferious matters,
After diftateful looks, and thefe hard fraons,
With certain half caps and cold carelefs nods,
They froze me into filence.
Tim. The Gods reward their Villany, Old men
Have their ingratitude natural to 'em;
Their blood is cak'd and cold, it feldom flows,
'Tis want of kindly warmth which makes 'em cruel,
And Nature as it grows again towards earth,
Is fafhion'd for the Journey, dull and heavv.
Heav'n keep my Wits ! or is't a bleffing to be mad ?
Demetrius follow me; I'll try 'em all my fell.
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Go to all thee fellows. T]I 'era I'm fupply'd, I have no
Need of 'era. Set out my condition to be as good
_As formerly it has been. That this was but a Tryal,
_And invite 'era all to Dinner.
Dem. My Lord, there's nothing for 'era.
Tim. I have taken order about that.
Dem. What can this mean ?
Tifft. I have one referve can never fail me,
_And while Meli[[a:s kind I can't be miferable:
She has a vaft fortune in her own difpofal.
The Sun will ooner leave his courfe than fhe
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For Law is ftric, and Warre is nothing more.
I We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more
On height of our difpleafure: Friend, or Brother,
He forfeits his owne blood, that fpilles another.
Alc. Muft it be fo? It muft not bee:
My Lords, I do befeech you know mee.
2 How ?
Alc. Call me to your remembrances.
Alc. I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,
It could not elfe be, I fhould proue fo bace.
To rue and be deny'de fuch common Grace.
My wounds ake at you. .
I Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effe:
We banifh thee for euer.
Alc. Banifh me ?
Banifh your dotage, banifh vfurie,
That makes the Senate vgly.
I If after two dayes rhine, Athens containe thee,
Attend our weightier Iudgment.
And not to fwell our Spirit,
He fhall be executed prefently.
Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough,
That you may liue
Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.
I'm worfe then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes
While they haue told their Money, and let out
Their Coine vpon large intereft. I my felfe,
Rich onely in large hurts. All thole, for this ?
Is this the Balfome, that the vfuring Senat
Powres into Captaines vounds? Banifhment.
It comes not ill: I hate not to be banifht,
It is a caufe worthy my Spleene and Furie,
That I may ftrike at Athens. Ile cheere vp
M!y difcontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;
'Tis Honour with molt Lands to be at ods,
Souldiers fhould brooke as little wrongs as Gods.
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Enter trst Servant.
Is Metiffa. at home ?
I Ser. She is, my Lord ; but will not fee you.
Tim. What does the Rafcal fav? Damn'd Villain
To bely her fo? [Strikes him.
I Serv. By Heav'n 'tis truth. She faies fhe will not fee you.
Her woman told me firft fo. And when I would not
Believe her, fhe came and told me fo her felf;
That fhe had no bufinefs with you ; defir'd you would
Not trouble her; fhe had affairs of confequence: &c.
Tim. Now Timon thou art faln indeed: fallen from all thy
Hopes of happinefs. Earth, open and fwallow the
Molt miferable wretch that thou did'ft ever bear.
I Serv. My Lord, Meliffa's! palling by.
Tim. Oh Dear M'eliffa!
Mel. Is he here ? what luck is this ?
Tim.. Will you not look on me? not fee your Timon?
And did not you fend me word fo?
Mel. I was very bury, and am fo now: I muft obey my
Father; I am going t:o him.
Tim,. Was it not, Meliffa, laid; If Timon were reduc'd
To rags and mifery, and fhe were Queen of all the Univerfe,
She would not change her love?
Mel. We can't command our wills:
Our fate muft be obey'd.
Tim. Some Mountain cover me, and let my name,
My odious name be never heard of more.
C) ftragling Senfes whither are you going ?
Farewel, and may we never meet again.
Ez'a.ndra.. t how does the fight of her perplex me[
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Stay I will lend thee money., borrow none.
What ? All in Motion ? Henceforth be no Feaft,
Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Gueft.
Burne houfe, finke Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon Man, and all Humanity.
Enter the Senators, with other Lords.
I How now, my Lords?
2 Know you rhe quality of Lord Timons fury?
3 Pufh, did you fee my Cap ?
4 I haue loft my Gowne.
I He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors fwaies him.
Iewell th'other day, and now hee has beate it out of my hat.
Did you fee my Iewell?
2 Did you fee my Cap.
3 Heere 'tis.
4 Heere lyes my Gowne.
I Let's make no ftay.
2 Lord Timons mad.
3 I feel't vpon my bones .
4 One day he glues vs Diamonds, next day ftones.
He gaue me a
Exeunt the Senators.
Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall
That girdles in thofe Wolues, diue in the earth,
And fence not Athens. Matrons, tnrne incontinent,
Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles
Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,
And minifter in their fteeds, to generall Fi.lthes.
Conuert o'th'inftant greene Virginity,
Doo't in your Parents eves. Bankrupts, hold faft
Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues,
And cut your Trufters throates. Bound Seruants, fteale,
Large-handed Robbers your graue M'afters are,
And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Mafters bed,
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And pill by law. Maid to thy Mafters Bed,
lX, liftrefs to the Brothel. Son of twenty one,
Pluck the lin'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire"
And with it beat his brains out. Piety, Fear,
Religion to the Gods; Peace, Juftice, Truth,
Domeftick awe, night reft, and neighbourhood,
InftrucCtion, Manners, Myfteries and Trades,
Degrees, Obfervations, Cuftoms and Laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries"
And let confufion live. Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infecCtious feavours heap
On Athens ripe for vengeance. Cold Sciatica
Criple the Senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Luft and Liberty
Creep in the minds and marrovs of ),our youth;
That 'gainft the ftream of virtue they may ftrive
And drown themfelves in riot. Itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenians bofoms, and their Crop
Be general Leprofie. Breath infecCt breath;
That their Society as their friendship, may
Be meerly poifon. Nothing, nothing I bear from thee"
Farewel, thou molt detefted Town, and fudden
Ruine fwallow thee.
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I Such a Houfe broke?
So Noble a Mafter falne, all gone, and not
One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme,
And go along with him.
As we do turne our backes
From our Companion, throvne into his graue,
So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
Slinke all away, leaue their falfe vowes with him
Like empty purges pickt; and his poore felfe
A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,
With his digeage, of all ghunn'd pouerty.
WIkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.
Enter other Seruats.
Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd houfe.
3 Yet do our hearts weare Tim.ons Liuery,
"]'hat fee I by our Faces: we are Fellowes ftill,
Seruing alike in forrow: Leak'd is our ]3arke,
And we poore Mates, ftand on the dyeing Decke,
Hearing the Surges threat: we muft all part
Into this Sea of Ayre.
Stew. Good Fellowes all,
The lateft of nay wealth Ile fhare among'ft you.
Where euer we fhall meete, for Timons fake,
Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's fhake our heads, and fay
As 'twere a Knell vnto our Mafters Fortunes,
We haue feene better dayes. Let each take rome:
Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more,
Thus part we rich in forrow, parting poore.
Embrace and part [euerall wayes.
Oh the fierce wretchedneffe that Glory brings vs!
Who would not wigh to be from wealth exempt,
Since Riches point to Migery and Contempt?
Who would be go mock'd with Glory, or to line
But in a Dreame of Friendghip,
To haue his pompe, and all what hate compounds,
But onely painted like his varnifht Friends:
Poore honegt Lord, brought lowe bv his owne heart,
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Scene the Senate Houfe, all the Senate fitting
Nic. How dare you, Alcibiades,
Knowing your Sentence not recall'd, venture hither?
Alcib. You fee my reverend Lords what confidence
I place in you, that durft expofe nay peffon
Before my fentence be recall'd: I am not now
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Neuer prefented. O, a Root, deare thankes:
Dry vp thy Morrowes, Vines, and Plough-torne Leas,
Whereof ingratefull man with Licourffh draughts
And Morfels Vnc2ions, greafes his pure minde,
That from all Confideration flippes
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A good man would not ftay with you, I embrace
My Sentence: 'Tis a caufe that's worthy of me.
Nic. Was ever heard fuch daring infolence ?
Shall we break up the Senate?
All Sen. Ay, Ay.
Timon in the Woods digging.
Tim. 0 bleffed breeding Sun, draw from the Fens,
The Bogs and muddy Marifhes, and from
Corrupted Itanding Lakes, rotten humidity
Enough to infecCt the Air vith dire confuming Peftilence,
And let the poifonous exhalations fall
Down on th' Athenians; they're all flatterers,
And fo is all mankind.
For every degree of fortune's fmooth'd
And footh'd by that below it; the learn'd pate
Ducks to the golden Fool; There's nothing level
In our conditions, but bale Villany;
Therefore be abhor'd each man and all Society;
Earth yields me roots; thou common whore of mankind,
That put'ft fuch odds amongft the rout of Nations;
I'I1 make thee do thy right office. Ha, what's here ?
Gold, yellow, glittering precious gold! enough
To purchafe my eftate again: Let me fee further;
What a vaft mars of Treafure's here! There ly,
1 will ufe none, 'twill bring me flatterers.
I'll fend a pattern on't to the Athenians,
And let 'era know what a raft Mars I've found,
Which I'll keep from 'era. I think I fee a Paffenger
Not far off, I'I1 fend it by him to the Senate.
Evan. How long fhall I leek my unhappy Lord ?
But I will find him or will lore my life.
Oh bale and fhameful Villany of man,
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From out thy plenteous bofom rome poor roots;
Sear up thy fertile Womb to all things elfe:
Dry up thy marrow, thy Veins, thy Tilth and pafture,
Whereof ungrateful man with liquorifh draughts
And unc"tuous morfels greafes his pure mind,
That from it all confideration flips.
But hold a while I am faint and weary.
My tender hands not use'd to toil, are gaul'd.
Evan. Repofe your fell mv deareft love thus
Upon my lap, and when thou haft refrefht
Thy fell, I'll gather Fruits and Berries for thee.
Tim. More Plague! more man! retire into my Cave.
Apem. I was direc"ted hither, men report
That thou affecTft my manners, and dolt ufe 'era.
Tim. 'Tis then becaufe I would not keep a Dog
Should imitate thee.
Apem. This is in thee a nature but infec'ted,
A poor unmanly melancholy, fprung
From change of fortune. Why this Spade? this place?
This flave-like Habit, and there looks of care ?
Thy fordid flatt'rers vet wear filk, lye fort,
Hug their difeas'd perfumes, and have forgotten
That ever Timon was. Shame not there woods,
By putting on the cunning of a Carper.
Be thou a flatt'rer now and leek to thrive
By that which has undone thee. Hinge thv knee,
And let each Great roans breath blow off thy Cap.
Praife his molt monftrous deformities,
And call his fouleft Vices excellent.
Thou wert us'd thus.
Tim. Dolt thou love to hear thy fell prate ?
Apetn. No; but thou fhould'ft hear me fpeak.
Tim.. I hate thy fpeech and fpit at thee.
Ape.re. Do not affume my likenefs to difgrace it.
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.dpe. Thou haft cart away thy felfe, being like thy fell
A Madman fo long, now a Foole: what think'ft
That the bleake ayre, thy boyfterous Chamberlaine
Will put thy fhirt on warme? Will there moyft Trees,
That haue out-liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles
_And skip when thou point'ft out ? Will the cold brooke
Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning tafte
To cure thy o're-nights furfet? Call the Creatures,
Whole naked Natures liue in all the fpight
Of wrekefull Heauen, whole bare vnhoufed Trunkes]
To the confliing Elements expos'd
Anfwer meere Nature; bid them flatter thee.
O thou fhalt finde.
Tim. A Foole of thee: depart,
tpe. I loue thee better now, then ere I did.
Tim. I hate thee worfe.
tpe. Why ?
Tim. Thou flatter'ft mifery.
tpe. I flatter not, but fay thou art a Caytiffe.
Tim. Why do'ft thou feeke me out ?
Ape. To vex thee.
Tim. &lwaves a Villaines Office, or a Fooles.
Dolt pleafe thy felfe in't ?
Tim. What, a Knaue too?
.4pe. If thou did'ft put this fowre could habit on
To caftigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Dolt it enforcedly: Thou'dft Courtier be againe
Wert thou not Beggar : villing mifery
Out-liues: incertaine pompe, is crown'd before:
The one is filling ftill, neuer compleat:
The other, at high wifh: belt ftate Contentleffe,
Hath a diftrac%d and molt vretched being,
Worfe then the worft, Content.
Thou fhould'ft defire to dye, being miferable.
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miferable.
Thou art a Slaue, whom Fortunes tender arme
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Tim. Were I like thee, I'd ufe the Copy
As the Original fhou'd be us'd.
tpem. How fhould it be us'd ?
Tim. It fhould be hang'd.
Apem. Before thou wert a Mad-man, now a Fool;
Art thou proud frill ? call any of thole Creatures
Whole naked natures live in all the fpight
Of angry Heav'n, whofe bare un-houfed trunks
To the confling Elements expos'd,
Anfwer meer Nature, bid 'era flatter thee,
And thou fhalt find
Tim. An Afs of thee
pem. I love thee better now than e'er I did
Tim. I hate thee worfe
pem. Why fo?
Tim. Thou flattereft mifery.
Npcm. I flatter not, but fay thou art a Wretch
Tim. Whv dolt thou leek me out ?
Mpcm. Perhaps to vex thee.
Tim. Always a Villains once or a Fools.
Npcm. If thou dolt put ou this four life and habit
To caftigate thy Pride, "tvere well, but thou
Dolt it inforc'dly, wert thou not a Beggar,
Thou'd'ft be a Courtier again.
Tim. Slave thou lv'ft, 'tis next thee the laft thing
Which I would be on earth.
Apem. How much does willing poverty excel
Uncertain pomp[ for this is filling ftill,
Never compleat, that always at high wifh;
But thou haft a contentlefs wretched being,
Thou fhou'd'ft defire to die being miferable.
Tim. Not bv his advice that is more miferable.
Apem. I am contented with mv povey'.
Tim. Thou Iv'ft. Thou would'ft not fnarl fo if thou we.
But 'tis a buhen that is light to thee,
For thou haft been alwaies us'd to carry it.
Thou art a thing whom Fortunes tender arms
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Vrith fauor neuer clafpt" but bred a Dogge.
Had'ft thou like vs from our firft fwatb proceeded,
The fweet degrees that this breefe world affords,
To fuch as may the paffiue drugges of it
Freely command'ft" thou would'ft haue plung'd thy fell
In generall Riot, melted downe thy youth
In different beds of Luft, and neuer learn'd
The I cie precepts of refpecCt, but followed
The Sugred game before thee. But my felfe,
Who had the world as my Confeionarie,
The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men,
At duty more then I could frame employment;
That numberleffe vpon me ftucke, as leaues
Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brufh
Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare,
For euery ftorme that blowes. I to beare this,
That neuer knew but better, is rome burthen:
Thy Nature, did commence in fufferance, Time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why fhould'ft yu hate Men?
They neuer flatter'd thee. What haft thou giuen?
If thou wilt curfe; thv Father (that poore ragge)
Muft be thy rubieS; who in fpight put ftuffe
To fome fhee-Begger, and compounded thee
Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone,
If thou hadft not bene borne the worft of men.
Thou hadft bene a Knaue and Flatterer.
Ape. Art thou proud yet?
Tim. I, that I am not thee.
Ape. I, that I was no Prodigall.
Tim. I, that f am one now.
Were all the wealth I haue fhut vp in thee,
I'ld glue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone"
That the whole life of Athens were in this,
Thus would I eate it.
Ape. Heere, I will mend thv Feaft.
Tim. Firft mend thy company, take away thy felfe.
Ape. So I fhall mend mine ovne, by'th'lacke of thine
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Tint. Thee thither in a Whirlwind.
Apem'. When I have nothing elfe to do, I'll fee thee again.
Tint. If there were nothing living but thy felf,
Thou fhould'ft not even then he velcome to me;
I had rather be a Beggars Dog than Apemantus.
Ape.re. Thou art a miferable Fool.
Tim.. Wotfld thou wert clean enough to fpit upon.
Apem.. Thou art too bad to. Curfe: no. miferv
That I could wifh thee but thou haft already.
Tim. Be gone thou Iffue of a Mangy Dog.
I fwoun to fee thee.
Apem. Would thou would'ft burft.
Tim. Away, thou tedious Rogue, or I vill cleave thv fcull.
Apem. Farewel Beaft.
Tim. Be gone Toad.
Apem. The Athenians report thou haft found a Mars
O'f Treafure; they'll find thee out: The plague
Of Company light on thee.
Tim. Slave! Dog! Viper! out of nay fight.
Choler will kill me if I fee mankind!
Come forth Evandra? Thou art kind and good.
Canft thou eat roots and drink at that frefh fpring?
Our feafting's come to this.
Evan. Whate're I eat
Or drink with thee is feaft enough to me;
Would'ft thou compofe thy thoughts and be content,
I fhou'd be happy.
Tim. Let's quench our thirft at yonder murmuring Brook
And then repoie a while.
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Tim. A beaftly Ambition, which the Goddes graunt thee t'attaine to. If
thou weft the Lyon, the Fox would beguile thee: if thou weft the Lambe, the
Foxe would eate thee: if thou weft the Fox, the Lion would fuipe& thee,
when peraduenture thou weft accus'd by the Aife: If thou weft the Aife,
thy dulneife would torment thee; and ftill thou liu'dit but as a Breakefaft to
the Wolfe. If thou weft the Wolfe, thy greedineiie would afflic thee, &
oft thou ihould'ft hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the Vnicorne,
pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine owne ielfe the con-
queft of thy fury. Wert thou a Beare, thou would'it be kill'd by the Horfe:
wert thou a Horfe, thou would'it be feaz'd by the Leopard: wert thou a
Leopard, thou weft Germane to the Lion, and the fpottes of thy Kindred,
were Iurors on thy life. All thv fafety were remotion, and thy defence
abience. What a Beaft could'it thou bee, that were not fubiec to a Be.aft:
and what a Beaft art thou already, that feeft not thy loiie in transforma-
Ape. If thou could'it pleaie me
With fpeaking to me, thou might'it
Haue hit vpon it heere.
The Commonwealth of Athens, is become
A Forfeit of Beafts.
Tim How ha's the Afie broke the wall, that thou art out of the Citie.
:Ipe. Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter:
The plague of Company light vpon thee:
I will feare to catch it, and glue way.
When I know not what elie to do,
lie fee thee againe.
Tim. When there is nothing liuing but thee,
Thou fhalt be welcome.
I had rather be a Beggers Dogge,
Ape. Thou art the Cap
Of all the Fooles aliue.
Tim. Would thou weft cleane enough
To fpit vpon.
Ape. A plague on thee,
Thou art too bad to curie.
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But not till I am dead. Ile fay th'haft Gold :
Thou wilt be throng'd too fhortly.
Tim. Throng'd too?
Tim. Thy backe I prythee.
tpe. Liue, and loue thy mifery.
Tim. Long liue fo, and fo dye. I am quit.
Ape. Mo things like men,
Eate Timon, and abhorre then.
Enter the Bandetti.
I Where fhould he haue this Gold ? It is fome poore Fragment, rome
flender Oft of his remainder: the meere want of Gold, and the falling from
of his Friendes, droue him into this Melancholly.
2 It is nois'd
He hath a maffe of TreaSure.
3 Let vs make the allay vpon him., if he care not for't, he will Iupply vs
eafily : if he couteoufly reerue it, how hall's get it ?
2 True: for he beares it not about him:
] Is not this bee ?
.41l. Where ?
2 'Tis his description.
3 He? I know him.
.411. Saue thee Timon.
Tim. Now Theeues.
.411. Soldiers, not Theeues.
Tim. Both too, and womens Sonnes.
.//ll. We are not Theeues, but men
That much do want.
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat:
Why fhould you want ? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes :
Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs:
The Oakes beare Maft, the Briars Scarlet Heps,
The bounteous Huwife Nature, on each bulb,
Layes her full Meffe before you. Want ? why Want ?
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I We cannot liue on Graffe, on Berries, Water,
As Beafts, and Birds, and Fifhes.
Ti. Nor on the Beafts themfelues, the Birds & Fifhes,
You muft eate men. Yet thankes I muft you con,
That you are Theeues profeft : that you worke not
In holier fhapes: For there is boundleffe Theft
In limited Profeffions. Rafcall Theeues
Heere's Gold. Go, fucke the fubtle blood o'th Grape,
Till the high Feauor feeth your blood to froth,
And fo fcape hanging. Truft not the Phyfitian,
His Antidotes are poyfon, and he flayes
Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together,
Do Villaine do, fince you proteft to doo't.
Like Workmen, Ile example you with Theeuery:
The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attracCtion
Robbes the vafte Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe,
And her pale fire, fhe fnatches from the Sunne.
The Seas a Theefe, whofe liquid Surge, refolues
The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,
That feeds and breeds by a compofture ftolne
From gen'rall excrement: each thing's a Theefe.
The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power
Ha's vncheck'd Theft. Loue not your felues, away,
Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,
All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go,
Breake open fhoppes, nothing can you fteale
But Theeues do loofe it: fteale leffe, for this I giue you,
And Gold confound you howfoere: Amen.
3 Has almoft charm'd me from my Profeffion, by perfwading me to it.
I 'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduifes vs not to haue vs
thriue in our myftery.
2 Ile beleeue him as an Enemy,
And glue ouer my Trade.
I Let vs firft fee peace in Athens, there is no time fo rniferable, but a man
may be true. Exit Theeues.
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Enter the Steward to Timon.
Stew. Oh you Gods!
Is yon'd defpis'd and ruinous man my Lord ?
Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument
And wonder of good deeds, euilly beftow'd !
What an alteration of Honor has defp'rate want made ?
What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends,
Who can bring Nobleft mindes, to bafeft ends.
t-Iow rarely does it meete with this times guile,
When man was wifht to loue his Enemies:
Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo
Thole that would mifcheefe me, then thole that doo.
I-Ias caught me. in his eye, I will prefent my honeft griefe vnto him;
as my Lord, ftill ferue him with my life.
My deereft Mafter.
Tin. Away : what art thou ?
Sew. Haue you forgot me, Sir?
Tim. Why doft aske that ? I haue forgot all men.
Then, if thou grunt'ft, th'art a man.
I haue forgot thee.
Stew. An honeft poore feruant of yours.
Tim. Then I know thee not:
I neuer had honeft man about me, I all
I kept were Knaues, to ferue in meate to, Villaines.
Stew. The Gods are witneffe,
Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe
For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.
Tim. What, do.it thou weepe ?
Come neerer, then I loue thee
Becaufe thou art a woman, and difclaim'ft
Flinty mankinde: whofe eyes do neuer giue,
But thorow Luft and Laughter: pittie's fleeping:
Strange times yt weepe with laughing, not with weeping.
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,
T'accept my greefe, and whil'ft this poore wealth lafts,
To entertaine me as your Steward frill,
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Tim. Had I a Steward
So true, fo iuft, and now fo comfortable?
It almoft turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
Let me behold thy face: Surely, tllis man
Was borne of woman.
Forgiue my generall, and exceptlee rafhneffe
You perpetuall fober Gods. I do proclaime
One honeft man: l'Iitake me not, but one:
No more I pray, and bee's a Steward.
How aine would I haue hated all mankinde,
.And thou redeem'ft thv elfe. But all aue thee,
I fell with Curfes.
le thinkes thou art more honest now, then wife:
For, by oppreffing and betraying mee,
Thou might'ft haue fooner got another Seruice:
For many fo arriue at fecond '/afters,
Vpon their firft Lords necke. But tell me true,
(For I muft euer doubt, though ne're fo lure)
Is not thy kindneffe fubtle, couetous,
If not a Vfuring kindneffe, and as rich men deale Guifts,
ExpecCting in returne twenty for one ?
Stew. No my molt worthy Mafter, in whole breft
Doubt, and fufpecCt (alas) are plac'd too late:
You fhould haue fear'd falfe times, when you did Feaft.
SufpecCt ftill comes, where an eftate is leaft.
That which I fhew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue,
Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde;
Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
ly molt Honour'd Lord,
For any benefit that points to mee,
Either in hope, or prefent, I'de exchange
For this one wifh, that you had power and wealth
To requite me, by making rich ),our felfe.
Tim. Looke thee, 'tis fo: thou tingly honeft man,
Heere take: the Gods out of my miferie
Ha's lent thee Treafure. Go, liue rich and happy,
But thus condition'd: Thou fhalt build from men: -
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C/do. Sure were he rich, he would appear again.
Mel. If he be, I doubt not but with my love I'll charm
Him back to ./Ithens, 'twas my deferring him has
Made him thus Melancholy.
Chlo. If he be not, you'l promife love in vain.
Mel. If he be not, my promife fhall be vain:
For I'll be fure to break it: Thus you law
When ,4lcibiades was banifh'd laft,
I would not fee him; I am always true
To intereft and to my felf. There Lord Timon lies!
Tim. What wretch art thou come to difturb me?
Mel. I am one that loves thee fo, I cannot lofe thee.
I am gotten from my Father and my Friends,
To caJl thee back to ./tthens, and her arms
Who cannot live without thee.
Evan. It is Meli[[! prithee liften not
To her deftructive Syrens voice.
Tim. Fear not.
Mel. Doft thou not know thy dear Meli[[a.?
To whom thou mad'ft fuch vows !
Tim. 0 yes, I know that piece of vanity.
That frail, proud, inconftant foolifh thing.
I do remember once upon a time,
She fwore eternal love to me, loon after
She would not fee me, fhun'd me, flighted me. ,
Md. _Ah now I ee thou never lov'dft me. Timo,
That was a tryal which I made of thee,
To find if thou did'ft love re.e, if thou hadft
Thou wouldft have born it: I lov'd thee then much more
Than all the World but thou art falfe I ee,
/knd any little change can drive thee from me,
#_nd thou wilt leave me miferable.
Evan. Mind not that Cro.codiles tears,
She would betray thee.
Mel. Is there no truth among Mankind? had I
So much ingratitude, I had left
Thy fallen fortune, and ne're feen thee more:
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Ah Timon! could'ft thou have been kind, I could
Rather have beg'd with thee, than have enjoy'd
With any other all the Pomp of Greece;
But thou art loft and haft forgotten all thy Oaths.
Evan. Why fhou'd you trive to invade anothers right?
He's mine, for ever mine: There arms
Shall keep him from thee.
Mel. Thine! poor mean Fool! has marriage made him fo?
No, Thou art his Concubine, difhoneft thing;
I would enjoy him honeftly.
Tim. Peace, fcreech Owl: There is much more honefty
In this one woman than in all thy Sex
Blended together; our hearts are one;
And fhe is mine for ever: wert thou the Queen
Of all the Univerfe, I would not change her for thee.
Evan. Oh my dear Lord! this is a better Cordial
Than all the World can give.
Tim. Falfe ! proud ! affecCted ! vain fantaftick thing ;
Be gone, I would not fee thee, unlefs I were
A Bafilisk: thou boaft'ft that thou art honeft of thy Body,
As if the Body made one honeft: Thou haft a vile
Corrupted filthy mind
Mel. I am no Whore as fhe is.
Tim. Thou ly'ft, fhe's none: But thou art one in thy Soul:
Be gone, or thou'lt provoke me to do a thing unmanly,
And beat thee hence.
Mel. Farewel Beaft. [Ex. Mel. and Chlo.
Bran. Let me kifs thy hand mv deareft Lord,
If it were poffible more dear than ever.
Tim. Let's now go leek rome reft within my Cave,
I[ any we can. have without the Grave. [Exeunt.
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I His difcontents are vnremoueably coupled to Nature.
2 Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,
.And ftraine what other meanes is left vnto vs
In our deere perill.
It requires fwift foot.
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Some that were hang'd, no matter,
Wear them! betray with them, Whore ftill;
Paint till a Horfe may nfire upon your faces
A Pox on Wrinkles, I fay.
Thais. Well, more Gold, fay what thou wilt.
Tim. Sow your Confumptions in the bones of men;
Dry up their Marrows, pain their fhins
And fhoulders: Crack the Lawyers voice, that he
May never bawl, and plead falfe title more.
Entice the luftful and diffembling Priefts,
That fcold againft the-quality of flefh,
And not believe themfelves; I am not well.
Here's more, ye proud, lafcivious, rampant Whores.
Do you damn others, and let this damn you;
And Ditches be all your Death-Beds and your Graves.
Pt, ry. More counfel, and more money, bounteous Timon.
Tim. More Whore! more mifchief firft,
I've given you earneft
Alcib. We but difturb him! farewel,
If I thrive well, I'I1 vifit thee again.
Tim. If I thrive well, I ne're fhall fee thee more:
I feel Death's happy ftroak upon me now,
He has laid his icy hands upon me at length;
He will not let me go again, Farewel.
Confound Athens, and then thy fell.
Alcib. Now march, found Trumpets and beat Drums,
And let the terrour of the noife invade
The ungrateful, Cowardly, ufurious Senate.
[ Ex. Timor.
Enter Nicias,/Elius, Cleon, Thrafillus, Ifidore, Ifander, upon the works o[
Nic. What fhall we do to appeafe his rage?
He has an Army able to devour us.
Phw. We muft e'en humbly bow our necks, that he
May tread on 'em.
,/Elius. He is a man of earle nature, foon won by foothings.
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Our fufferance vainly: Now the time is flufh,
When crouching Marrow in the bearer ftrong
Cries (of it felfe) no more: Now breathleffe wrong,
Shall fit and pant in your great Chaires of eafe,
And purfie Infolence fhall breake his winde
With feare and horrid flight.
I. Sen. Noble, and young;
When thy firft greefes were but a meere conceit,
Ere thou had'it power, or we had caufe of feare, -
We fent to thee, to giue thy rages BaIme,
To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues
Aboue their quantitie.
2 So. did we wooe
Transformed Tinon, to our Citties Ioue
By humble Meffage, and by promift meanes:
We were not all vnkinde, nor all deferue
The common ftroke of warre
I There walles of ours,
Were not ereed by rheir hands, from whom
You haue receyu'd your greefe: Nor are they fuch,
That thefe great Towers, Trophees, & Schools fhold fall
For priuate faults in them
2 Nor are thy liuing
Who were the motiues that you firft went out,
(Shame that they wanted, cunning in exceffe)
Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord,
Into our City with thy Banners fpred,
By decimation and a tythed death;
If thy Reuenges hunger for that Foo.d
Which Nature loathes, take thou the deftin'd tenth,
And by the hazard of the fltted dye,
Let dye the fpotted.
I All haue not offended:
For thofe that were, it is not fquare to take
On thole that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands
Are not inherited, then deere Countryman,
Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
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llcibiades reades the Epitaph..
Heere lies a wretched Coarfe, of wretched Soule bereft,
Seek not my. name: A Plagu,e colz[umc you, z,ickcd Caiti[s left:
Heere lye I Timo, wlo aliue, all liuiltg men did hate,
Parle by, a.nd curie thy fill, but pa[[e ,rod fray tot h.cre th.y gate.
There well .expreffe in thee thy latter fpirits :
Though thou abhorrd'ft in vs our lmmane griefes,
Scornd'ft our Elraines flow, and thole our droplets, which
From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit
Taught thee to make raft Neptune weepe for aye
On thy low Grau.e, on faults forgiucn. Dead
Is Noble Tim.on, of whole Memorie
Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,
And I will vfe the C)liue, with my Sword:
Make war breed peace: make peace ftint war, make each
Prefcribe to other, as each others Leach.
Let our Drummes ftrike.
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So, now my weary Pilgrimage on Earth
Is almoft finifht! Now my belt Evandrct
I charge thee, by our loves, our mutual loves,
Live! and live happy after me: and if
A thought of Timon comes into thy mind,
And brings a tear from thee, let rome diverfion
Banifh it quickly, ftrive to forget me.
Evan. Oh! Timon! Thinkft thou! I am fuch a Coward,
I will not keep my word? Death fhall not part us.
Tim. If thou'lt not promife me to live, I cannot
Refign my life in peace, I will be with thee
After my" Death; my foul fhall follow thee,
And hover ftill about thee, and guard thee from
Evan. Life is the greateft harm when thou art dead.
Thn. Can'ft thou forgive thy Timon who involv'd
Thee in his fad Calamities?
Evan. It is a bleffing to fhare anything
With thee! oh thou look'ft pale! thv countenance changes!
Oh whither art thou going?
Tim. To mv laft home. I charge thee live, Evandra!
Thou lov'ft me not, if thou wilt not obey me;
Thou only! deareft! kind! conftant, thing on earth,
Evan. He's gone! he's gone! would all the world were
I muft make hafte, or I fhall not o're-take
Him in his flight. Timon, I come, ftay for me,
Farewel bale World. [Stabs her [el]:. Dies.
Enter Alcibiades, Phrinias, and Tbais, his Officers and Souldiers, and his
Train, the Senators. Thc People by dcgrees a[[embling.
MeL My dlcib.ia.des, welcome! doubly welcome!
The Joys of Love and Conqueft ever blefs thee.
Wonder and terrour of Mankind, and Joy
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Of Woman-kind: now thy Meli[[a's happy:
She has liv'd to fee the utmoft day fhe wifht for,
Her dlcibades return with Conqueft
O're this ungrateful City; and but that
I every day heard thou wert marching hither,
I had been with thee long e're this.
dlcib. What gay, vain, prating thing is this ?
Mel. How my Lord! do you queftion who Meli[[a is ?
And give her fuch foul Titles ?
dlcib. I know Meli[[a, and therefore give her fuch
Titles: for when the Senate banifht me:
She would not fee me, tho' upon her knees
Before fhe had fworn eternal love to me;
I fee thy fnares too plain to be caught now.
Mel. I ne'r refus'd to fee you, Heav'n can witnefs!
Who ever told you fo, betray'd me barely:
Not fee you! lure there's not a fight on earth
I'd chufe before you: You make me aftonifh'd!
tlcib. All this you fwore to Timon; and next day
Defpif'd him I have been inform'd
Of all your falfehood, and I hate thee for't;
I have Whores, good honeft faithful Whores!
Good Antidotes againft thy poifon Love;
Thy bale falfe love: and tell me, is not one
Kind, faithful, loving Whore, better than
A thoufand bale, ill-natur'd honeft Women?
Mel. I never thought I fhould have liv'd to hear
This from my tlcibiades.
dlcib. Do not weep,
Since I once lik'd thee, I'll do fomething for thee:
I have a Corporal that has ferv'd me well,
I will prefer you to him.
Mel. How have I merited this fcorn Farewel,
I'll never fee you more.
dlcib. I hope you will not.
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ENter Souldic.rs with dra:am Swords, haling in Apemantus.
How now ! what means this violence ?
z Soul& My Lord! this fnarling Villainous Philofopher,
With open mouth rail'd at the Army;
He laid the General was a Villain: fhall we
Cut his throat?
tlcib. No! touch him not! unhand him!
Why tpemantus didft thou call me Villain?
Apem. I always fpeak my thoughts: not all
The Swords o'th' Army bent againft my throat
Can fright me from the truth
tlcib. Why, dolt .thou think I am one?
tpem.. 'Tis true, this bale Town deferves thy fcourge,
And all the Terror and the punifhment,
Thou can'ft inflicct upon it : the deed is good,
But yet thou dolt it ill; private revenge,
Bale paffion, headftrong luft, incite thee to it;
Had they not banifh'd thee, thou wou'dft have fuffer'd
Wrong ftill to profper, and th' infulting Tyrants
To thrive, fwell and grow fat with their oppreffion,
And wouldft have join'd in them.
tlcib. Thou rail'ft too much for a Philofopher.
tpem. Nay frown not, Lord, I fear thee not, nor love thee,
All thy good parts thou drovn'ft in vice and riot,
In paffion, and vain-glory: how proud art thou
Of all thy Conquefts when a poor rabble
Of idle Rogues who elfe had been in Jails,
Perform'd 'era for thee; How falfe is Souldiers honour
With Drums and Trumpets, and in the face of day
With daring impudence Men go to murther
Mankind but in the greteft acCtions of their Lives
]'he getting men, they fneak and hide themfelves i'th' dark;
I fcorn your folly and your madnefs.
.ztlcib. Thou art a fnarling Cur.
Sould. Shall I run him through ?
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And whilft I guard you from your a&ive Foes,
And fight your Battels, be you fecure at home.
May Athens flmri[h with a la[ting Pea.ce;
,lnd may its wealth ad pozver ever icrea[e.
,-tll the People [Irout a.nd c,, z:tlcibiades.t Alcibiades!
Liberty, Liberty, &c.
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