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ACT IV.

SCENE I. - Without the Walls of Athens. And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,

Hearing the surges threat : we must all part
Enter Timon.

Into this sea of air.
Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, Flav.

Good fellows all, That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent! Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, And minister in their steads! bankrupts, hold fast; We have seen better days. Let each take some ; Rather than render back, out with your knifes,

[Giving them money. And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal! Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Large-handed robbers your grave masters are ; Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor, Son of sixteen,

(Ereunt Servants. Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire, 0, the fierce 7 wretchedness that glory brings us ! With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Domestick awc, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, But in a dream of friendship? Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,

To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Decline to your confounding contraries,

But only painted like his varnish'd friends ? And yet confusion live ! - Plagues, incident to men, Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; Your potent and infectious fevers heap

Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood®, On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt Who then dares to be half so kind again? As lamely as their manners ! breath infect breath; For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. That their society, as their friendship, may

My dearest lord, - bless'd to be most accurs'd, Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, Rich, only to be wretched ; – thy great fortunes But nakedness, thou détestable town!

Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! Take thou that too, with multiplying banns ! 6 He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat Timon will to the woods; where he shall find Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. Supply his life, or that which can command it. The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all,) I'll follow, and inquire himn out; The Athenians both within and out that wall! I'll serve his mind with my best will; And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. (Exit. To the whole race of mankind, high and low!

(Erit.

SCENE III. - The Woods.
SCENE II. - Athens. A Room in Timon's

Enter Tixon.
House.

Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants.

Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb

Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our

Whose procreation, residence, and birth, master?

Scarce is dividant, touch them with several for Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ?

tunes ; Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature, Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, I am as poor as you.

But by contempt of nature. 1 Serv. Such a house broke!

Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, One friend, to take his fortune by the arm,

The beggar native honour. And go along with him!

It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, 2 Serv.

As we do turn our backs The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, From our companion, thrown into his grave; In purity of manhood stand upright, So his familiars to his buried fortunes

And say, This man's a flatterer ? If one be, Slink all away; leave their false vows with him,

So are they all; for every grize of fortune Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self, Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate A dedicated beggar to the air,

Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,

There's nothing level in our cursed natures, Walks, like contempt, alone. — More of our fellows. But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorr'd Enter other Servants.

All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !

His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

Destruction fang' mankind ! — Earth, yield me 3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,

roots!

| Digging That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,

Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Serving alike in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark;

? Hasty, precipitate.

* Propensity, disposition. 6 Accumulated curses.

But by is here used for without

Seize, grine.

fair;

manner.

With thy most operant poison! What is here!

Alcib.

Why, fare thee well :
Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, Here's some gold for thee.
I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Tim.

Keep't, I cannot eat it. Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a

heap, Wrong, right; base, noble ; old, young; coward, Tim. Warr'st thou against Athens ? valiant.

Alcib.

Ay, Timon, and have cause. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods ? Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest; Why this

and Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; | Thee after, when thou hast conquerd! Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : Alcib.

Why me, Timon? This yellow slave

T'im. That Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs’d; By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,

My country And give them title, knce, and approbation, Put up thy gold: Go on, - here's gold, -go on; With senators on the bench : this is it,

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove That makes the wappen'd' widow wed again; Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison [March afar off:) Ha ? a drum?- Thou'rt quick, In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one : But yet I'll bury thee : Thou'lt go, strong thief, Pity not honour'd age for his white beard, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand: - He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron; Nay, stay thou out for earnest. (Keeping some Gold. It is her habit only that is honest. Enter Alcibiades, with Drum and Fife, in warlike Let not the virgin's cheek

Make soft thy trenchants sword ; spare not the babe, Alcib.

What art thou there? Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Speak.

mercy; Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw Think it a bastard 4, whom the oracle thy heart,

Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, For showing me again the eyes of man!

And mince it sans remorse 5: Swear against objects 5: Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; thee,

Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, That art thyself a man?

Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,

Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, That I might love thee something.

Confounded be thyself! speak not, be gone. Alcib.

I know thee well : Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

thou giv’st thee! Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I Not all thy counsel. know thee,

Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules : Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;

Farewell, Timon ! Then what should war he ?

If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: Alcib. I never did thee harm. But then renew I could not, like the moon;

Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. That were no suns to borrow of.

Alcib.

Call'st thou that harm? Alcib. Noble Timon, Tim. Men daily find it such.

Get thee away. What friendship may I do thee ?

Alcib.

We but offend him. Tim. None, but to Strike.

[Drum beats. Erit ALCIBIADES. Maintain my opinion.

Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindAlcib. What is it, Timon ?

ness, Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: If Should yet be hungry! — Cominon mother, thou Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for

[Digging Thou art a man ! if thou dost perform, confound thee, Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, For thou'rt a man!

Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puflod, Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

Alcib. I see them now: then was a blessed time. The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm), I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,

With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven The want whereof doth daily make revolt

Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
In my penurious band; I have heard, and griev'd, Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root!
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, — Let it no more bring out ungrateful man !

Tim. I prythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
trouble?

3 Cutting * An allusion to the tale of Edipus.

upon thee!

5 Without pity, I had rather be alone.

6ie. Agitinst onjects of charity and compassion, 2 Sorrowful 7 The serpent called the blind worin.

Curved

1

Hath to the marbled mansion all above

Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm Never presented! — 0, a root, Dear thanks! With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas : Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath proWhereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts,

ceeded, And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, The sweet degrees that this brief world affords That from it all consideration slips !

To such as may the passive drugs of it
Enter APEMANTUS.

Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thyself More man ? Plague! plague !

In gen'ral riot; and have never learn'd Apem. I was directed hither : Men report, The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, T'im. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog who had the world as my confectionary ; Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee ! The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected ; At duty, more than I could frame employment; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung

That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush This slave-like habit, and these looks of care ? Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft, For every storm that blows; - I to bear this, Ilug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot

That never knew but better, is some burden : That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time By putting on the cunning of a carper.

Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive

men? By that which has undone thee : inge thy knee, They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given ? And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone ! Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,

If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, And call it excellent; thou wast told thus;

Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer. Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welcome, Apem.

Art thou proud yet? To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. That thou turn rascal ; hadst thou wealth again, Apem.

I, that I was Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. No prodigal. Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.

Tim.

1, that I am one now; Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, thyself;

I'd give thee leave to hang it.

Get thee gone. A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st That the whole life of Athens were in this ! That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,

Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a Root. Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd trees, Apem.

Here; I will mend thy feast. That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels,

(Offering him something. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold

Tim. First mend my company,

take

away thyself. brook,

Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,

thine. To cure thy o'er-night surfeit? call the creatures, Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; Whose naked natures live in all the spite

If not, I would it were.
Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens ?
To the conflicting clements expos'd,

T'im. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt Answer mere nature, — bid them flatter thee; Tell them there, I have gold; look, so I have. 0! thou shalt find

Apem. Here is no use for gold.
Tim.
A fool of thec: Depart. Tim.

The best and truest;
Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Tim. I hate thee worse.

Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon ?
Apem.
Why?

Tim.

Under that's above me. Tim.

Thou flatter'st misery. Where feed'st thou o'days, A pemantus ? Apem. I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff. Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ?

where I eat it. Apem.

To vex thee. Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. mind!
Dost please thyself in't ?

Apem. Where wouldst thou send it ?
Apem.
Ay.

T'im. To sauce thy dishes.
Tim.

What! a knave too ? Apem. The middle of humanity thou never Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, thee for too much curiosity '; in thy rags thou Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery

knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. Outlives uncertain pomp, is crown'd before 9 : There's a medlar for thee, eat it. The one is filling still, never complete;

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Apem. Dost hate a medlar?
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,

Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.
Worse than the worst, content.

Apem. An thou hadst hated medlars sooner, thou Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man

Tim. Not by his breath' that is more miserable. didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after 91. c. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes.

his means ? By his voice, sentence.

? From infancy. 3 For too much finical delicacy.

Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, | That solder’st close impossibilities, didst thou ever know beloved ?

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every Apem. Myself.

tongue, Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts ! to keep a dog.

Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue Apem. What things in the world canst thou Set them into confounding odds, that beasts nearest compare to thy flatterers ?

May have the world in empire ! Tim. Women nearest : but men, men are the Apem.

'Would 'twere so ; things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the But not till I am dead! - I'll say, thou hast gold world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim.

Throng'd to ? Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the con- Apem.

Ay. fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee. Apem. Ay, Timon.

Apem.

Live, and love thy misery : Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant Tim. Long live so, and so die ! — I am quit. thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox

(Erit APEMANTUS. would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox More things like men ?- Eat, Timon, and abbor would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would

them. suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused

Enter Thieves. by the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still thou livedst but as a break

1 Thirf. Where should he have this gold? It is fast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greedi- mainder: The mere want of gold, and the falling

some poor fragment, some slender ort of his reness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy.

2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear,

3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him: if he thou wouldst be killed by the horse : wert thou a

care not for't, he will supply us easily; If he covethorse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard: wert ously reserve it, how shall's get it? thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and

2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis luid.

1 Thief. Is not this he? the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: all

Thieves. Where? thy safety were remotion"; and thy defence, absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not subject to

2 T'hief. 'Tis his description. a beast ? and what a beast art thou already, that

3 Thief. He; I know him.

Thieves. Save thee, Timon. seest not thy loss in transformation ?

Tim. Now, thieves ? Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking

Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: The com

Tim. Both too; and women's sons. monwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that inuch Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou

do want. art out of the city ? Apem. Yonder comes a poet and a painter: The

T'im. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots; catch it, and give way: When I know not what else The oaks bear masts, the briars scarlet hips ;

Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : to do, I'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? than Apemantus.

i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,

As beasts, and birds, and fishes.
Apem. Thou art the cap 5 of all the fools alive.
Tim.

Away,

Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and

fishes; Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose

You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, A stone by thee.

[Throws a Stone at him. Apem. Beast!

That you are thieves profess'd; that you work nut
T'im.
Slave!

In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
Apem.
Toad !

In limited ? professions. Rascal thieves,
Tim.

Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape,
Rogue, rogue, rogue !
(APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going: And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician;

Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
I am sick of this false world ; and will love nought His antidotes are poison, and he slays.
But even the mere necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

More than you rob: take wealth and lives together Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat

Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't,

Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery : Thy grave-stone daily : make thine epitaph, That death in me at others' lives may laugh.

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun :

(Looking on the Gold. 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler

The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves

The moon into salt tears : each thing's a thief; Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars !

The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d and delicate wooer,

Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves : away, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats; That lies on Dian’s lap; thou visible god,

All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, 4 Remoteness; the being placed at a distance from the lion, 5 The top, the puncipal.

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