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Ene. My lord, you do disconfort all the host. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name ! I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ;

[Erit Troilus. But dare all imminence, that gods and men Pan. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones! Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! - world! world! world! thus is the poot Who shall tell Priam so, or liecuba ?

agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earLet him, that will a screech-owl aye be calld, nestly are you set ’a work, and how ill requited! Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the There is a word will Priam turn to stone; performance so loathed ? what verse for it? what Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, instance for it? Let me see :Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Hector is dead; there is no more to say.

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: Stay yıt;You vile abominable tents,

And being once subdued in armed tail, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted I'll through and through you !-And thou,

cloths. great-siz'd coward!

As many as be here of pander's hall, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ; Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, That mouldeth goblinsswift as frenzy thoughts. Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Strike a free march to Troy !—with comfort go: Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Some two months hence my will shall here be [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. made:

It should be now, but that my fear is this,As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : side, PANDARUS.

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases;

And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. Pan. But hear you, hear you !




Timox, a noble Athenian.

Two Servants of Varro, and the servant of IsiLucius,

dore ; two of Timon's creditors. LUCULLUS,

Lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid and Maskers. Three strangers.

Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian general.
FLAVIUS, steward to Timon.


mistresses to Alcibiades.
LUCILIUS, Timon's servants.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, PHILOTUS,

and Attendants. Titus,

servants to Timon's creditors. LUCIUS, HORTENSIUS,

SCENE,-Athens ; and the Woods adjoining.



SCENE I.-Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

He passes.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and

Others, at several doors.
Poet. Good day, sir.
Pain. I am glad you are well.
Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes

the world ?
Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

Poet. Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches ? See,
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both ; t'other's a jeweller.

Mer. 0, 'tis a worthy lord !
Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man ; breath'd,

as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness :

Jew. I have a jewel here.
Mer. 0, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon,

sir ?
Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for

Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the

It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sing's the good.

Mer.''Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich; here is a water, look you.



Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, dedication

Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; To the great lord.

Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Translates his rivals. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. From whence ʼtis nourished: The fire i’the flint This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Bowing his head against the steepy mount Each bound it chafes. What have you there? To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes your In our condition. book forth?

Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on: Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. All those, which were his fellows but of late, Let's see your piece.

(Some better than his value,) on the moment Pain. 'Tis a good piece.

Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Poet. So ʼtis: this comes off well and excellent. Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Pain. Indifferent.

Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him Poet. Admirable : How this grace

Drink the free air. Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture

of mood, One might interpret.

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Here is a touch : Is't good ?

Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Poet. I'll say of it,

Not one accompanying his declining foot. It tutors nature : artificial strife

Pain. 'Tis common :
Lives in these touches, livelier than life. A thousand moral paintings I can show,

That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Enter certain Senators, and pass over.

fortune Pain. How this lord's follow'd !

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Poet. The senators of Athens ;-Happy men! | To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Pain. Look, more!

The foot above the head. Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a inan,

Servant of Ventidius talking with him. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? With amplest entertainment: My free drift Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Halts not particularly, but moves itself

his debt; In a wide sea of wax: no levell’d malice His means most short, his creditors most strait: Infects one comma in the course I hold; Your honourable letter he desires But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Leaving no tract behind.

Periods his comfort. Pain. How shall I understand you ?

Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well ; Poet. I'll unbolt to you.

I am not of that feather, to shake off You see how all conditions, how all minds, My friend when he must need me. I do know him (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Of grave and austere quality,) tender down which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,

him. Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac’d ransome ; flatterer

And, being enfranchis’d, bid him come to me:To Apemantus, that few things loves better 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

Than to abhor himself : even he drops down But to support him after.–Fare you well
The knee before him, and returns in peace Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour !
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill

Enter an Old Athenian. Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o’the Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. mount

Tim. Freely, good father. Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Tim. I have so: What of him? To propagate their states : amongst them all, Old Ath. Most noble Timon, all the man be Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,

fore thee.

[Erit. your hand;

Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius ! He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are

Even such as they give out. I like your work; Enter Lucilius.

And you shall find, I like it : wait attendance Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Till you hear further from me. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this Pain. The gods preserve you ! thy creature,

Tim. Well fure you, gentlemen : Give me By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin’d to thrift; We must needs dine together.—Sir, your jewel And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Hath suffer'd under praise. Than one which holds a trencher.

Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise? Tim. Well; what further?

Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d, On whom I may confer what I have got: It would unclew me quite. The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, Jew. My lord, 'tis rated And I have bred her at my dearest cost, As those, which sell, would give: But you well In qualities of the best. This man of thine

know, Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord, Things of like value, differing in the owners, Join with me to forbid him her resort;

Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, Myself have spoke in vain.

You mend the jewel by wearing it. Tim. The man is honest.

Tim. Well mock'd. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : Mer. No, my good lord ; he speaks the comHis honesty rewards him in itself,

mon tongue, It must not bear my daughter.

Which all men speak with him. Tim. Does she love him?

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be Ou Ath. She is young, and apt:

chid ? Our own precerlent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth.

Enter APEMANTUS. Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ? Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Mer. He'll spare none. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemanmissing,

tus ! I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,

morrow; And dispossess her all.

When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Tim. How shall she be endow'd,

honest. If she be mated with an equal husband ?

Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in

know'st them not. future, all.

Apem. Are they not Athenians ? Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me Tim. Yes.

Apem. Then I repent not. To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Jew. You know me, Apemantus. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call thee by What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

thy name. And make him weigh with her.

Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Old Ath. Most noble lord,

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. like Timon. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Tim. Whither art going? promise.

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never brains. may

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by Which is not ow'd to you !

the law. [Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Tim. How likest thou this picture, A pemantus? Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live Apem. The best, for the innocence. your lordship!

T'im. Wrought he not well, that painted it ? Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me Apem. He wrought better, that made the anon :

painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Go not away.-What have you there, my friend? Pain. You are a dog.

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Apem. Thy mother's of my generation ; What's Your lordship to accept.

she, if I be å dog ? Tim. Painting is welcome.

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? The painting is almost the natural man;

Apem. No; I eat not lords. For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies.


great bellies.


Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by Tim. Right welcome, sir:

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for

[Exeunt all but Apemantus. thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Ape

Enter two Lords. mantus ?

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which Apem. Time to be honest. will not cost a man a doit.

1 Lord. That time serves still. Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still Apem. Not worth my thinking.–How now, omit'st it. poet?

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Poct. How now, philosopher ?

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

heat fools. Poet. Art not one ?

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Yes.

Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell Poet. Then I lie not.

twice. Apem. Art not a poet ?

2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ? Poet. Yes.

Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, I mean to give thee none. where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.' | Lord. Hang thyself. Poet. That's not feign’d, he is so.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay make thy requests to thy friend. thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flat- 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn tered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that thee hence. I were a lord !

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ?

[Erit. Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a i Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, lord with my heart.

shall we in, Tim. What, thyself?

And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes Apem. Ay.

The very heart of kindness. Tim. Wherefore ?

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. gold, Art not thou a merchant ?

Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will But breeds the giver a return exceeding not!

All Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.

1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god con- That ever govern'd man. found thee!

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall

we in ? Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. Tim. What trumpet's that? Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

SCENE II.-The same. Some twenty horse, all of companionship.

A room of state in

Timon's house. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide

[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me:-Go not you

Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet

served in ; Flavius and others attending : hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's

then enter Timon, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, Ludone,

CULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.

Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants.

Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, Enter AlciBIADES, with his Company.

discontentedly. Most welcome, sir !

[They salute.

Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd Apem. So, so; there !

the gods remember Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! My father's age, and call him to long peace. That there should be small love 'mongst these He is gone happy, and has left me rich : sweet knaves,

Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out To your free heart, I do return those talents, Into baboon and monkey.

Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose Alcib

. Sir, you have sav'd mylonging, and I feed help Most hungrily on your sight.

I deriv'd liberty.


to us.

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