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Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,

Enter TROILUS. To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Tro. Hector is slain. Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.


Hector? — The gods forbid ! Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, seek.

[Hector falls. In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful So Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;

field. Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,

(A Retreat sounded. And linger not our sure destructions on! Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the But dare all imminence, that gods and men,

I do not speak of Aight, of fear, of death ; earth,

Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! And, stickler 7 like, the armies separates.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? My half-supp'd sword, that frankly 8 would have fed, Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

Go in to Troy, and say there - Hector's dead :

(Sheathes his sword. There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,

Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away; SCENE X. - The same.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Enter AGAMEMNON, Ajax, MENELAUS, Nestor, Stay yet ; – You vile abominable tents, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within.

Thus proudly pight' upon our Phrygian plains,

Let Titan rise as early as he dare, Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

I'll through and through you ! - And thou, greatNest. Peace, drums.

siz'd coward! [Within.]

Achilles! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates : Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Dio. The bruit 9 is - Hector's slain, and by That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. Achilles.

Strike a free march to Troy! - with comfort go : Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Great Hector was as good a man as he.

(Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Agam. March patiently along:- Let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, If in his death the gods have us befriended,

PANDARUS. Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

[Exeunt marching.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, broker lackey ! ignomy' and shame SCENE XI. - Another Part of the Field. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

(Erit TroiLUS. Enter Æneas and Trojans.

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field : O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent Never go home; here starve we out the night.

despised! O traitors and pimps, how earnestly are 7 An arbitrator at athletick games. 8 Fattening.

you set a' work, and how ill requited ! (Exit. 9 Noise, rumour,

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Timon, a noble Athenian.

Two Servants of Varro. Lucius,

The Servant of Isidore. LUCULLUS, Lords, and Flatterers of Timon. Two of Timon's Creditors. SEMPRONIUS,

CUPID and Maskers. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends.

Three Strangers. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.

Poet. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.

Painter. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon.

Jeweller. FLAMINIUS,

Merchant. LUCILIUS, Timon's Servants.

An old Athenian. SERVILIUS,

A Page.

A Fool.

Servants to Timon's Creditors. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves Lucius,

and Altendants. HORTENSIUS,

SCENE, Athens; and the Woods adjoining.


SCENE I. – Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Mer.

'Tis a good form.

(Looking at the jewel Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you. at several doors.

Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de Poet. Good day, sir.

dication Pain.

I am glad you are well. To the great lord. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the Poet.

A thing slipp'd idly from me, world?

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i' the flint Poet.

Ay, that's well known: Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame But what particular rarity? what strange,

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Which manifold record not matches ?


Each bound it chafes. What have you here? Magick of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Pain. A picture, sir. - And when comes your Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.

book forth? Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Poel. Upon the heels of my presentment“, sir Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord!

Let's see your piece.
Nay, that's most fix'd.


'Tis a good piece. Mer. A most incomparable man; breathed', as Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.

Pain. Indifferent. To an untirable and continuate ? goodness :


Admirable: How this grace He passes.

Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Jew. I have a jewel here.

This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Jew. If he will touch the estimate; But, for that - One might interpret.

Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the vile, Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. It stains the glory in that happy verse

Here is a touch; Is't good ? Which aplly sings the good.


I'll say of it, 1 Inured by constant practice.

. Continual. sie. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

• As soon as my book has been presented to Timon

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Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Servant of Ventidius talking with him.
Enter certain Senators, and


Imprison'd is he, say you ? pass over. Pain. How this lord's follow'd !

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his Poet. The senators of Athens; - Happy men! Pain. Look, more!

His means most short, his creditors most strait : Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of To those have shut him up; which failing to him,

Your bonourable letter he desires
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,

Periods his comfort.

Noble Ventidius! Well; Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug

I am not of that feather, to shake off
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly 6, but moves itself

My friend when he must need me. I do know him, In a wide sea of wax : no levell’d malice

A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Infects one comma in the course I hold;

Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ran. Leaving no tract behind.

some ; Pain. How shall I understand you? Poet.

I'll unbolt to you. 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:You see how all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as

But to support him after. Fare you well. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down

Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Erit. Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune,

Enter an old Athenian.
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance

Ou Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
All sorts of hearts: yea, from the glass-fac'd fatterer? Tim.

Freely, good father. To Apemantus, that few things loves better

Old Alh. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Than to abhor himself; even he drops down

Tim. I have so: What of him ? The knee before him, and returns in peace

Old Alh. Most noble Timon, call the man beMost rich in Timon's nod.

fore thee. Pain. I saw them speak together.

Tim. Attends he here, or no ? - Lucilius! Poel. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant bill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the mount

Enter Lucilius. Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy To propagate their states 8: amongst them all,

creature, Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed, By night frequents niy house. I am a man One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift, Whom Fortune with her ivory hands wafts to her; And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Than one which holds a trencher. Translates his rivals.


Well; what further? Pain. "lis conceiv'd to scope.

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, On whom I may confer what I have got : With one man beckon'd from the rest below, The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, Bowing his head against the steepy mount

And I have bred her at my dearest cost, To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In qualities of the best.

This man of thine In our condition.

Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord, Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on: Join with me to forbid him her resort; All those which were his fellows but of late, Myself have spoke in vain. (Some better than his value,) on the moment


The man is honest. Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

His honesty rewards him in itself, Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him It must not bear my daughter. Drink the free air.


Does she love him? Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?

Old Ath. She is young and apt : Poet. When fortune in her shift and change of Our own precedent passions do instruct us mood,

What levity's in youth. Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ? Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Not one accompanying his declining foot.

missing, Pain. 'Tis common :

I call the gods to witness, I will choose A thousand moral paintings I can show

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune And dispossess her all. More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen If she be mated with an equal husband ? The foot above the head.

Ou Alh. Three talents, on the present; in future, Die The contest of art with nature.

all. My design does not stop at any particular character.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron, To advance their conditions of life.

To build his fortune, I will strain a little,


Go not away.

For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : Apem. Not so well as plain dealing', which will
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, not cost a man a doit.
And make him weigh with her.

Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth ?
Old Ath.

Most noble lord, Apem. Not worth my thinking. - How now, poet? Pawn me to this your honour, she is his,

Poet. How now, philosopher ? Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Apem. Thou liest. promise.

Poet. Art not one? Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may

Apem. Yes. That state or fortune fall into my keeping,

Poet. Then I lie not. Which is not ow'd to you !

Apem. Art not a poet ? (Ercunt Lucilius and old Athenian. Poet. Yes. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, lordship!

Where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon: Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.

What have you there, my friend ? Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flattered, Your lordship to accept.

is worthy o’the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a Tim. Painting is welcome.

lord! The painting is almost the natural man;

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, Apen. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are lord with my heart. Even such as they give out. I like your work; Tim. What, thyself? And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance, Apem. Ay. Till you hear further from me.

Tim. Wherefore? Pain.

The gods preserve you ! Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your Art not thou a merchant ? hand :

Mer. Ay, Apemantus. We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not! Hath suffer'd under praise.

Mier. If traffick do it, the gods do it. Jew.

What, my lord ? dispraise ? Apen. Traffick’s thy god, and thy god confound Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.

thee! If I should pay you for't as 'tis extollid, It would unclew 9 me quite.

Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Jew.

My lord, 'tis rated

Tim. What trumpet's that? As those, which sell, would give: But you well know, Serv.

'Tis Alcibiades and Things of like value, differing in the owners, Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Are prized by their masters; believe't, dear lord, Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to You mend the jewel by wearing it.

(Ereunt some Attendants. Tim.

Well mock'd. You must needs dine with me:--Go not you hence, Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Till I have thank'd you ; and when dinner's done, tongue,

Show me this piece. — I am joyful of your sights. —
Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid ?

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
Most welcome, sir !

[They salute. Enter APEMANTUS.


So, so; there! Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.

Aches contract and starve your supple joints! Mer.

He'll spare none. That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

knaves, Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Into baboon and monkey. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed know'st them not.

Most hungrily on your sight. Apem. Are they not Athenians ?


Right welcome, sir : Tim. Yes,

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Apem. Then I repent not.

In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

(Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call'd thee by thy

Enter two Lords. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not

Apem. Time to be honest. like Timon.

1 Lord. That time serves still. Tim. Whither art going ?

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

it. Tim. That's a deed thou’lt die for.

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the

Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine law.

heat fools. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. The best, for the innocence.

Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?

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2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?

They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est”, Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I| But yond' man's ever angry. mean to give thee none.

Go, let him have a table by himself; 1 Lord. Hang thyself.

For he does neither affect company, Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Nor is he fit for it, indeed. make thy requests to thy friend.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon ; 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. thee hence.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an AtheApem. I will fly like a dog, the heels of the ass. nian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no

[Erit. power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. I Lurd. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for we in,

I should And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes Ne'er flatter thee. — you gods! what a number The very heart of kindness.

Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not !
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus the god of gold It grieves me to see so many dip their meat
Is but his steward : no meed?, but he repays In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
Sevenfold above itself; no gift to hin,

He cheers them up too. 5
But breeds the giver a return exceeding

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : All use of quittance. 3

Methinks they should invite them without knives; 1 Lori.

The noblest mind he carries, Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. That ever govern'd man.

There's much example for't; the fellow, that 2 Luril. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges

The breath of him in a divided draught, 1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd.

If I SCENE II. A Room of State in Timon's House. Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: Ilautboys playing loud Musick. A great Banquet Great men should drink with harness 6

on their served in; Flavius and others attending; then

throats. enter Timon, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, LUCULLUS, Tim. My lord, in heart 7; and let the health go SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with

round. VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, drop

2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.


Flow this way! Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill.

A brave fellow! - he keeps his tides well. Timon, gods remember My father's age, and call him to long peace.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, Ile is gone happy, and has left me rich:

Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound

This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds,

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks, and service, from whose lielp

I deriv'd liberty.
o, by no means,

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf ;
Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;

I pray for no man but myself : 1

Grant I may never prove so fond 8, gave it freely ever; and there's none Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :

To trust man on his onth or bond ; If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

Or a harlot for her weeping; To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.

Or a dog that seems a sleeping ; Ven. A noble spirit.

Or a keeper with my freedom ; (They all stand ceremoniously looking on Timon.

Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Nay, my lords, ceremony

Amen. So fall to't:
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss

Rich men sin, and I eat root. On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

[Eats and drinks. Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;

Much good dich thy good heart, A pemantus ! But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of eneApem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have you mies, than a dinner of friends. not?

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, Tim. 0, Apemantus! - you are welcome. there's no meat like them; I could wish my best Apem.

No. friend at such a feast. You shall not make me welcome :

Apem. 'Would all those fatterers were thine I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. enemies then; that then thou mightst kill 'em, and Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a bid me to 'em. humour there

4 Anger is a short madness. Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :

5 The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by

being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill; 2 Mced here means desert.

and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are ieeding, 31.0. All the customary returns made in discharge of ob cheers them to the chase. Ligations.

6 Armour.

7 With sincerity, & Foolish.


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