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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.. *The Life of Tymon of Athens from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.*. Table des rôles
Rôle	Scènes	Répl.	Répl. moy.	Présence	Texte	Texte % prés.	Texte × pers.	Interlocution
[TOUS]	17 sc.	801 répl.	2,0 l.	1 606 l.	1 606 l.	11 %	15 861 l. (100 %)	9,9 pers.
First Lord	10 sc.	60 répl.	1,5 l.	1 240 l. (78 %)	92 l. (6 %)	8 %	12 716 l. (81 %)	10,3 pers.
First Senator	3 sc.	5 répl.	3,8 l.	308 l. (20 %)	19 l. (2 %)	7 %	2 344 l. (15 %)	7,6 pers.
Varro's First Servant	1 sc.	3 répl.	0,4 l.	71 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Second Lord	10 sc.	48 répl.	1,5 l.	1 240 l. (78 %)	71 l. (5 %)	6 %	12 716 l. (81 %)	10,3 pers.
Second Senator	2 sc.	2 répl.	2,1 l.	245 l. (16 %)	4 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 964 l. (13 %)	8,0 pers.
Varro's Second Servant	1 sc.	4 répl.	0,9 l.	71 l. (5 %)	4 l. (1 %)	6 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Third Lord	7 sc.	18 répl.	0,9 l.	828 l. (52 %)	17 l. (2 %)	3 %	8 651 l. (55 %)	10,4 pers.
Third Servant	1 sc.	1 répl.	2,8 l.	174 l. (11 %)	3 l. (1 %)	2 %	2 611 l. (17 %)	15,0 pers.
Alcibiades	6 sc.	40 répl.	2,6 l.	1 045 l. (66 %)	105 l. (7 %)	11 %	11 816 l. (75 %)	11,3 pers.
All Ladies	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,4 l.	174 l. (11 %)	0 l. (1 %)	1 %	2 611 l. (17 %)	15,0 pers.
All Lords	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,3 l.	174 l. (11 %)	0 l. (1 %)	1 %	2 611 l. (17 %)	15,0 pers.
All	3 sc.	10 répl.	0,4 l.	718 l. (45 %)	4 l. (1 %)	1 %	8 754 l. (56 %)	12,2 pers.
Apemantus	4 sc.	101 répl.	1,5 l.	902 l. (57 %)	156 l. (10 %)	18 %	10 955 l. (70 %)	12,1 pers.
Both	4 sc.	11 répl.	0,6 l.	690 l. (43 %)	7 l. (1 %)	2 %	6 727 l. (43 %)	9,7 pers.
Page	1 sc.	4 répl.	1,1 l.	156 l. (10 %)	4 l. (1 %)	3 %	1 871 l. (12 %)	12,0 pers.
Caphis	2 sc.	14 répl.	0,8 l.	181 l. (12 %)	11 l. (1 %)	6 %	1 921 l. (13 %)	10,6 pers.
Cupid	1 sc.	1 répl.	4,4 l.	174 l. (11 %)	4 l. (1 %)	3 %	2 611 l. (17 %)	15,0 pers.
Flavius	6 sc.	41 répl.	3,3 l.	991 l. (62 %)	135 l. (9 %)	14 %	11 377 l. (72 %)	11,5 pers.
Flaminius	3 sc.	10 répl.	1,9 l.	271 l. (17 %)	19 l. (2 %)	8 %	2 992 l. (19 %)	11,1 pers.
Fool	1 sc.	9 répl.	1,8 l.	156 l. (10 %)	16 l. (2 %)	11 %	1 871 l. (12 %)	12,0 pers.
Fourth Lord	1 sc.	3 répl.	0,5 l.	74 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	591 l. (4 %)	8,0 pers.
Hortensius	1 sc.	5 répl.	1,2 l.	71 l. (5 %)	6 l. (1 %)	9 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Jeweller	1 sc.	8 répl.	0,8 l.	183 l. (12 %)	7 l. (1 %)	4 %	2 201 l. (14 %)	12,0 pers.
Isidore	1 sc.	5 répl.	0,7 l.	156 l. (10 %)	3 l. (1 %)	3 %	1 871 l. (12 %)	12,0 pers.
Lucullus	5 sc.	15 répl.	2,2 l.	535 l. (34 %)	33 l. (3 %)	7 %	6 432 l. (41 %)	12,0 pers.
Lucilius	2 sc.	20 répl.	2,1 l.	133 l. (9 %)	43 l. (3 %)	32 %	1 489 l. (10 %)	11,2 pers.
Lucius	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,9 l.	62 l. (4 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	500 l. (4 %)	8,0 pers.
Merchant	1 sc.	8 répl.	0,7 l.	183 l. (12 %)	5 l. (1 %)	3 %	2 201 l. (14 %)	12,0 pers.
Messenger	3 sc.	7 répl.	2,2 l.	259 l. (17 %)	15 l. (1 %)	6 %	2 630 l. (17 %)	10,2 pers.
Old Athenian	1 sc.	10 répl.	1,8 l.	183 l. (12 %)	18 l. (2 %)	10 %	2 201 l. (14 %)	12,0 pers.
Painter	2 sc.	30 répl.	1,3 l.	348 l. (22 %)	40 l. (3 %)	12 %	3 685 l. (24 %)	10,6 pers.
Philotus	1 sc.	6 répl.	0,4 l.	71 l. (5 %)	3 l. (1 %)	4 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Phrynia	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,3 l.	388 l. (25 %)	0 l. (1 %)	1 %	4 272 l. (27 %)	11,0 pers.
Poet	2 sc.	30 répl.	2,2 l.	348 l. (22 %)	67 l. (5 %)	20 %	3 685 l. (24 %)	10,6 pers.
Sempronius	1 sc.	2 répl.	9,1 l.	32 l. (2 %)	18 l. (2 %)	58 %	64 l. (1 %)	2,0 pers.
Senator	1 sc.	4 répl.	6,0 l.	25 l. (2 %)	24 l. (2 %)	97 %	50 l. (1 %)	2,0 pers.
Servant	6 sc.	13 répl.	2,1 l.	539 l. (34 %)	27 l. (2 %)	6 %	6 166 l. (39 %)	11,4 pers.
Servilius	2 sc.	6 répl.	1,1 l.	133 l. (9 %)	7 l. (1 %)	6 %	1 489 l. (10 %)	11,2 pers.
Soldier	1 sc.	1 répl.	7,7 l.	8 l. (1 %)	8 l. (1 %)	100 %	8 l. (1 %)	1,0 pers.
Some Others	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,2 l.	74 l. (5 %)	0 l. (1 %)	1 %	591 l. (4 %)	8,0 pers.
Some Speak	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,5 l.	74 l. (5 %)	0 l. (1 %)	1 %	591 l. (4 %)	8,0 pers.
Timon	8 sc.	210 répl.	2,8 l.	1 243 l. (78 %)	586 l. (37 %)	48 %	14 050 l. (89 %)	11,3 pers.
Timandra	1 sc.	3 répl.	0,5 l.	388 l. (25 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	4 272 l. (27 %)	11,0 pers.
Titus	1 sc.	12 répl.	0,6 l.	71 l. (5 %)	8 l. (1 %)	11 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Varro	2 sc.	12 répl.	0,6 l.	227 l. (15 %)	7 l. (1 %)	4 %	2 861 l. (19 %)	12,6 pers.
Varro's Servant	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,7 l.	71 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	990 l. (7 %)	14,0 pers.
Ventidius	1 sc.	2 répl.	2,6 l.	174 l. (11 %)	5 l. (1 %)	4 %	2 611 l. (17 %)	15,0 pers.

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.. *The Life of Tymon of Athens from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.*. Statistiques par relation
Relation		Scènes	Texte	Interlocution
First Lord Second Lord	46 l. (59 %) 25 répl. 1,8 l. 33 l. (42 %) 17 répl. 1,9 l.	7 sc.	78 l. (5 %)	9,5 pers.
First Lord Third Lord	18 l. (75 %) 5 répl. 3,5 l. 6 l. (26 %) 5 répl. 1,2 l.	4 sc.	23 l. (2 %)	10,1 pers.
First Lord Alcibiades	7 l. (22 %) 6 répl. 1,1 l. 25 l. (79 %) 7 répl. 3,6 l.	2 sc.	32 l. (2 %)	12,2 pers.
First Lord Apemantus	3 l. (34 %) 5 répl. 0,5 l. 5 l. (67 %) 5 répl. 0,9 l.	3 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	12,2 pers.
First Lord Flavius	3 l. (33 %) 2 répl. 1,5 l. 7 l. (68 %) 2 répl. 3,0 l.	2 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	11,7 pers.
First Lord Messenger	2 l. (18 %) 1 répl. 1,1 l. 6 l. (83 %) 1 répl. 5,5 l.	1 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	4,0 pers.
First Lord Timon	11 l. (14 %) 12 répl. 0,9 l. 66 l. (87 %) 19 répl. 3,4 l.	5 sc.	76 l. (5 %)	11,3 pers.
First Senator Alcibiades	12 l. (37 %) 2 répl. 5,9 l. 21 l. (64 %) 3 répl. 6,8 l.	2 sc.	32 l. (3 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Lord Third Lord	5 l. (55 %) 8 répl. 0,5 l. 4 l. (46 %) 3 répl. 1,1 l.	3 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	11,7 pers.
Second Lord Alcibiades	5 l. (52 %) 3 répl. 1,4 l. 5 l. (49 %) 2 répl. 2,0 l.	2 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Lord Apemantus	5 l. (50 %) 6 répl. 0,7 l. 5 l. (51 %) 5 répl. 0,8 l.	2 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	13,5 pers.
Second Lord Lucilius	5 l. (99 %) 2 répl. 2,1 l. 1 l. (2 %) 1 répl. 0,1 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Second Lord Messenger	1 l. (39 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 2 l. (62 %) 1 répl. 1,2 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	4,0 pers.
Second Lord Timon	17 l. (75 %) 10 répl. 1,6 l. 6 l. (26 %) 7 répl. 0,8 l.	3 sc.	21 l. (2 %)	11,4 pers.
Second Senator Alcibiades	1 l. (3 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 13 l. (98 %) 1 répl. 12,6 l.	1 sc.	13 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Varro's Second Servant Titus	3 l. (91 %) 1 répl. 2,8 l. 1 l. (10 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Third Lord Alcibiades	1 l. (15 %) 1 répl. 0,1 l. 1 l. (86 %) 1 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Third Lord Apemantus	1 l. (47 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l. 1 l. (54 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.
Third Lord Both	1 l. (67 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l. 1 l. (34 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Third Lord Flavius	5 l. (16 %) 1 répl. 4,1 l. 23 l. (85 %) 2 répl. 11,1 l.	1 sc.	26 l. (2 %)	4,0 pers.
Third Lord Fourth Lord	1 l. (57 %) 3 répl. 0,3 l. 1 l. (44 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Third Lord Timon	1 l. (4 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l. 22 l. (97 %) 2 répl. 10,7 l.	2 sc.	22 l. (2 %)	11,7 pers.
Third Servant Timon	3 l. (65 %) 1 répl. 2,8 l. 2 l. (36 %) 1 répl. 1,5 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.
Alcibiades Apemantus	3 l. (31 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l. 5 l. (70 %) 2 répl. 2,4 l.	2 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Alcibiades Both	7 l. (95 %) 1 répl. 6,4 l. 1 l. (6 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Alcibiades Messenger	14 l. (80 %) 2 répl. 6,6 l. 4 l. (21 %) 1 répl. 3,3 l.	1 sc.	17 l. (2 %)	6,0 pers.
Alcibiades Timon	21 l. (21 %) 21 répl. 1,0 l. 80 l. (80 %) 21 répl. 3,8 l.	3 sc.	100 l. (7 %)	12,2 pers.
All Ladies Timon	1 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 2 l. (77 %) 1 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.
All Lords Timon	1 l. (10 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 3 l. (91 %) 1 répl. 2,8 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.
All Apemantus	2 l. (40 %) 3 répl. 0,4 l. 2 l. (61 %) 3 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
All Fool	1 l. (53 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l. 1 l. (47 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
All Timon	2 l. (68 %) 3 répl. 0,5 l. 1 l. (33 %) 2 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Apemantus Page	4 l. (48 %) 3 répl. 1,3 l. 5 l. (53 %) 4 répl. 1,1 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Caphis	1 l. (69 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 1 l. (32 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Fool	5 l. (55 %) 5 répl. 0,8 l. 4 l. (46 %) 3 répl. 1,2 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Jeweller	1 l. (44 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 1 l. (57 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Isidore	1 l. (42 %) 1 répl. 0,5 l. 1 l. (59 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Merchant	2 l. (70 %) 2 répl. 0,9 l. 1 l. (31 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Painter	2 l. (86 %) 1 répl. 1,4 l. 1 l. (15 %) 1 répl. 0,2 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Poet	3 l. (66 %) 5 répl. 0,5 l. 2 l. (35 %) 5 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Apemantus Timon	123 l. (47 %) 64 répl. 1,9 l. 140 l. (54 %) 62 répl. 2,3 l.	3 sc.	262 l. (17 %)	12,2 pers.
Apemantus Varro	3 l. (74 %) 2 répl. 1,3 l. 1 l. (27 %) 3 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Both Timon	7 l. (15 %) 9 répl. 0,7 l. 37 l. (86 %) 9 répl. 4,1 l.	2 sc.	43 l. (3 %)	10,4 pers.
Caphis Isidore	1 l. (33 %) 1 répl. 0,5 l. 2 l. (68 %) 2 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Caphis Senator	1 l. (4 %) 3 répl. 0,3 l. 24 l. (97 %) 4 répl. 6,0 l.	1 sc.	25 l. (2 %)	2,0 pers.
Caphis Timon	6 l. (66 %) 5 répl. 1,2 l. 4 l. (35 %) 4 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Caphis Varro	4 l. (84 %) 4 répl. 0,8 l. 1 l. (17 %) 2 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Cupid Timon	5 l. (91 %) 1 répl. 4,4 l. 1 l. (10 %) 1 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.
Flavius Lucilius	7 l. (93 %) 1 répl. 7,0 l. 1 l. (8 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Flavius Timon	89 l. (47 %) 30 répl. 3,0 l. 103 l. (54 %) 32 répl. 3,2 l.	5 sc.	191 l. (12 %)	11,8 pers.
Flavius Titus	1 l. (46 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 1 l. (55 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Flaminius Lucullus	17 l. (47 %) 5 répl. 3,3 l. 20 l. (54 %) 6 répl. 3,2 l.	2 sc.	36 l. (3 %)	9,8 pers.
Flaminius Servant	1 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 1 l. (77 %) 1 répl. 0,9 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	3,0 pers.
Flaminius Timon	1 l. (12 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 5 l. (89 %) 1 répl. 4,6 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	12,6 pers.
Flaminius Titus	1 l. (21 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 2 l. (80 %) 2 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Fool Varro	10 l. (91 %) 2 répl. 5,0 l. 1 l. (10 %) 2 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	11 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Hortensius Lucilius	1 l. (27 %) 2 répl. 0,5 l. 3 l. (74 %) 1 répl. 2,5 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Hortensius Timon	3 l. (75 %) 1 répl. 2,3 l. 1 l. (25 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Hortensius Titus	1 l. (11 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 3 l. (90 %) 3 répl. 1,0 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Jeweller Merchant	2 l. (29 %) 3 répl. 0,4 l. 4 l. (72 %) 4 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Jeweller Timon	4 l. (48 %) 2 répl. 1,9 l. 5 l. (53 %) 3 répl. 1,4 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Isidore Varro	1 l. (18 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 2 l. (83 %) 3 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Lucullus Servant	8 l. (89 %) 1 répl. 7,1 l. 1 l. (12 %) 2 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	3,0 pers.
Lucullus Servilius	1 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 3 l. (77 %) 1 répl. 2,0 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Lucullus Timon	1 l. (16 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l. 5 l. (85 %) 6 répl. 0,7 l.	3 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	13,5 pers.
Lucilius Philotus	6 l. (76 %) 5 répl. 1,1 l. 2 l. (25 %) 4 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Lucilius Servant	14 l. (75 %) 1 répl. 13,1 l. 5 l. (26 %) 2 répl. 2,2 l.	2 sc.	17 l. (2 %)	11,2 pers.
Lucilius Servilius	16 l. (77 %) 5 répl. 3,1 l. 5 l. (24 %) 4 répl. 1,1 l.	2 sc.	20 l. (2 %)	11,2 pers.
Lucilius Titus	3 l. (78 %) 3 répl. 0,9 l. 1 l. (23 %) 2 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Lucilius Varro	1 l. (28 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 1 l. (73 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Merchant Timon	2 l. (89 %) 2 répl. 0,8 l. 1 l. (12 %) 1 répl. 0,2 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Messenger Timon	5 l. (41 %) 3 répl. 1,6 l. 7 l. (60 %) 4 répl. 1,7 l.	1 sc.	12 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Old Athenian Timon	19 l. (75 %) 10 répl. 1,8 l. 7 l. (26 %) 7 répl. 0,9 l.	1 sc.	24 l. (2 %)	12,0 pers.
Painter Poet	22 l. (30 %) 18 répl. 1,2 l. 53 l. (71 %) 20 répl. 2,6 l.	2 sc.	75 l. (5 %)	10,6 pers.
Painter Timon	18 l. (54 %) 10 répl. 1,7 l. 15 l. (47 %) 7 répl. 2,1 l.	2 sc.	32 l. (3 %)	10,6 pers.
Phrynia Timon	1 l. (6 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 6 l. (95 %) 1 répl. 5,1 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Poet Timon	11 l. (54 %) 4 répl. 2,7 l. 10 l. (47 %) 4 répl. 2,3 l.	2 sc.	20 l. (2 %)	10,6 pers.
Sempronius Servant	19 l. (58 %) 2 répl. 9,1 l. 14 l. (43 %) 2 répl. 6,8 l.	1 sc.	32 l. (2 %)	2,0 pers.
Servant Timon	7 l. (59 %) 5 répl. 1,3 l. 5 l. (42 %) 3 répl. 1,6 l.	2 sc.	11 l. (1 %)	13,6 pers.
Soldier	8 l. (100 %) 1 répl. 7,7 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	1,0 pers.
Timon	32 l. (100 %) 1 répl. 31,5 l.	1 sc.	32 l. (2 %)	1,0 pers.
Timon Timandra	5 l. (82 %) 3 répl. 1,6 l. 2 l. (19 %) 2 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	6 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Timon Titus	1 l. (54 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 1 l. (47 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Timon Ventidius	5 l. (45 %) 1 répl. 4,3 l. 6 l. (56 %) 2 répl. 2,6 l.	1 sc.	10 l. (1 %)	15,0 pers.

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.

The Life of Tymon of Athens from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.

Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies

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THE LIFE OF TYMON
OF ATHENS. §

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

[Act 1, Scene 1] §

Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer,
at seuerall doores.

Poet.

Good day Sir.

Pain.

I am glad y'are well.

Poet.

I haue not seene you long, how goes
the World?

Pain.

It weares sir, as it growes.

Poet.
5 I that's well knowne:
But what particular Rarity? What strange,
Which manifold record not matches: see
Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power
Hath coniur'd to attend.
10 I know the Merchant.

Pain.

I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.

Mer.

O 'tis a worthy Lord.

Iew.

Nay that's most fixt.

Mer.

A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,

15 To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:

He passes.

Iew.

I haue a Iewell heere.

Mer.

O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?

Iewel.

If he will touch the estimate. But for that—

Poet.

20 When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,

It staines the glory in that happy Verse,

Which aptly sings the good.

Mer.

'Tis a good forme.

Iewel.

And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.

Pain.

[25] You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedica [l. 26] tion to the great Lord.

Poet.
A thing slipt idlely from me.
Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses
From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint
30 Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame
Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes
Each bound it chases. What haue you there?

Pain.

A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?

Poet.

Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.

35 Let's see your peece.

Pain.

'Tis a good Peece.

Poet.

So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.

Pain.

Indifferent.

Poet.
Admirable: How this grace
40 Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power
This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination
Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,
One might interpret.

Pain.

It is a pretty mocking of the life:

45 Heere is a touch: Is't good?

Poet.

I will say of it,

It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife

Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life.

Enter certaine Senators.

Pain.

How this Lord is followed.

Poet.

50 The Senators of Athens, happy men.

Pain.

Looke moe.

Po.
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,
I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
55 With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe
In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an Eagle fl[.]ght, bold, and forth on,
60 Leauing no Tract behinde.

Pain.

How shall I vnderstand you?

Poet.
I will vnboult to you.
You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,
As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
65 Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe
Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,
Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse‑fac'd Flatterer
70 To Apemantus, that few things loues better
Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe
The knee before him, and returnes in peace
Most rich in Timons nod.

Pain.

I saw them speake together.

Poet.
75 Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
The Base o'th'Mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures
That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
80 To propagate their states; among'st them all,
Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,
One do I personate of Lord Timons frame,
Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,
Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants
85 Translates his Riuals.

Pain.

'Tis conceyu'd, to scope

This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes

With {p. 81} Timon of Athens.

With one man becken'd from the rest below,

Bowing his head against the steepy Mount

90 To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest

In our Condition.

Poet.
Nay Sir, but heare me on:
All those which were his Fellowes but of late,
Some better then his valew; on the moment
95 Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,
Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him
Drinke the free Ayre.

Pain.

I marry, what of these?

Poet.
100 When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants
Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,
Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Pain.
105 Tis common:
A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,
That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,
More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,
To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene
110 The foot aboue the head.

Trumpets sound.

Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously
to euery Sutor.

Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you?

Mes.
I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,
His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:
Your Honourable Letter he desires
115 To those haue shut him vp, which failing,
Periods his comfort.

Tim.
Noble Ventidius well:
I am not of that Feather, to shake off
My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him
120 A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,
Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.

Mes.

Your Lordship euer bindes him.

Tim.

Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,

And being enfranchized bid him come to me;

125 'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,

But to support him after. Fare you well.

Mes.

All happinesse to your Honor.

Exit.

Enter an old Athenian.

Oldm.

Lord Timon, heare me speake.

Tim.

Freely good Father.

Oldm.

130 Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.

Tim.

I haue so: What of him?

Oldm.

Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.

Tim.

Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.

Luc.

Heere at your Lordships seruice.

Oldm.
135 This Fellow heere, Lord 
                        Timon, this thy Creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,
Then one which holds a Trencher.

Tim.

140 Well: what further?

Old.
One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,
On whom I may conferre what I haue got:
The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,
And I haue bred her at my deerest cost
145 In Qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)
Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,
My selfe haue spoke in vaine.

Tim.

The man is honest.

Oldm.

150 Therefore he will be Timon,

His honesty rewards him in it selfe,

It must not beare my Daughter.

Tim.

Does she loue him?

Oldm.

She is yong and apt:

155 Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs

What leuities in youth.

Tim.

Loue you the Maid?

Luc.

I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.

Oldm.

If in her Marriage my consent be missing,

160 I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose

Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,

And dispossesse her all.

Tim.

How shall she be endowed,

If she be mated with an equall Husband?

Oldm.

165 Three Talents on the present; in future, all.

Tim.
This Gentleman of mine
Hath seru'd me long:
To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,
For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
170 What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,
And make him weigh with her.

Oldm.

Most Noble Lord,

Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.

Tim.

My hand to thee,

175 Mine Honour on my promise.

Luc.

Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may

That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,

Which is not owed to you.

Exit

Poet.

Vouchsafe my Labour,

180 And long liue your Lordship.

Tim.

I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:

Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?

Pain.

A peece of Painting, which I do beseech

Your Lordship to accept.

Tim.
185 Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almost the Naturall man:
For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,
He is but out‑side: These Pensil'd Figures are
Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
190 And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.

Pain.

The Gods preserue ye.

Tim.

Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.

We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell

195 Hath suffered vnder praise.

Iewel.

What my Lord, dispraise?

Tim.

A meere saciety of Commendations,

If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,

It would vnclew me quite.

Iewel.
200 My Lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would giue: but you well know,
Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,
You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.

Tim.

205 Well mock'd.

Enter Apermantus.

Mer.

No my good Lord, he speakes yͤ common toong

Which all men speake with him.

Tim.

Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?

Iewel.

Wee'l beare with your Lordship.

Mer.

210 Hee'l spare none.

Tim.

Good morrow to thee,

Gentle Apermantus.

gg2 Aper. {p. 82} Timon of Athens.

Ape.

Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.

When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest.

Tim.

215 Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st
them not?

Ape.

Are they not Athenians?

Tim.

Yes.

Ape.

Then I repent not.

Iew.

You know me, Apemantus?

Ape.

220 Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.

Tim.

Thou art proud Apemantus?

Ape.

Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon

Tim.

Whether art going?

Ape.

To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.

Tim.

225 That's a deed thou't dye for.

Ape.

Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.

Tim.

How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus?

Ape.

The best, for the innocence.

Tim.

Wrought he not well that painted it.

Ape.

[230] He wrought better that made the Painter, and [l. 231] yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.

Pain.

Y'are a Dogge.

Ape.

[233] Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I [l. 234] be a Dogge?

Tim.

235 Wilt dine with me Apemantus?

Ape.

No: I eate not Lords.

Tim.

And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.

Ape.

O they eate Lords;

So they come by great bellies.

Tim.

240 That's a lasciuious apprehension.

Ape.

So, thou apprehend'st it,

Take it for thy labour.

Tim.

How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?

Ape.

[244] Not so well as plain‑dealing, which wil not cast [l. 245] a man a Doit.

Tim.

What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?

Ape.

Not worth my thinking.

How now Poet?

Poet.

How now Philosopher?

Ape.

250 Thou lyest.

Poet.

Art not one?

Ape.

Yes.

Poet.

Then I lye not.

Ape.

Art not a Poet?

Poet.

255 Yes.

Ape.

Then thou lyest:

[257] Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a [l. 258] worthy Fellow.

Poet.

That's not feign'd, he is so.

Ape.

[260] Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy [l. 261] labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat [l. 262] terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.

Tim.

What wouldst do then Apemantus?

Ape.

[264] E'ne as Apemantus does now,[.]hate a Lord with [l. 265] my heart.

Tim.

What thy selfe?

Ape.

Tim.

Wherefore?

Ape.

That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.

270 Art not thou a Merchant?

Mer.

I Apemantus.

Ape.

Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.

Mer.

If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.

Ape.

Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee.

Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger.

Tim.

275 What Trumpets that[.]

Mes.

'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse

All of Companionship.

Tim.

Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.

You must needs dine with me: go not you hence

280 Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done

Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.

Enter Alcibiades with the rest.

Most welcome Sir.

Ape.

[283] So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your [l. 284] supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest [l. 285] these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of [l. 286] mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

Alc.

Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed

Most hungerly on your sight.

Tim.

Right welcome Sir:

290 Ere we ~~depatt~~ depart, wee'l share a bounteous time

In different pleasures.

Pray you let vs in.

Exeunt.

Enter two Lords.

1. Lord.

What time a day is't Apemantus?

Ape.

Time to be honest.

295 That time serues still.

Ape.

The most accursed thou that still omitst it.

Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast.

Ape.

I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.

Farthee well, farthee well.

Ape.

300 Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.

Why Apemantus?

Ape.

[302] Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane [l. 303] to giue thee none.

Hang thy selfe.

Ape.

305 No I will do nothing at thy bidding:

Make thy requests to thy Friend.

Away vnpeaceable Dogge,

Or Ile spurne thee hence.

Ape.

I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.

310 Hee's opposite to humanity.

Comes shall we in,

And taste Lord Timons bountie: he out‑goes

The verie heart of kindnesse.

2
He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold
315 Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes
Seuen‑fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,
But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding
All vse of quittance.

The Noblest minde he carries,

320 That euer gouern'd man.

Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?

Ile keepe you Company.

Exeunt.

[Act 1, Scene 2] §

Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke.

A great Banquet seru'd in: and then, Enter Lord Timon, the
States, the Athenian Lords, Ventigius which Timon re
deem'd from prison. Then comes dropping after all Ape
mantus discontentedly like himselfe.

Ventig.
Most honoured Timon,
It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,
325 And call him to long peace:
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in gratefull Vertue I am bound
To your free heart, I do returne those Talents
Doubled with thankes and seruice, from whose helpe
330 I deriu'd libertie.

Tim.

O by no meanes,

Honest Ventigius: You mistake my loue,

I gaue {p. 81} Timon of Athens.

I gaue it freely euer, and ther's none

Can truely say he giues, if he receiues:

335 If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

To imitate them: faults that are rich are faire.

Vint.

A Noble spirit.

Tim.
Nay my Lords, Ceremony was but deuis'd at first
To set a glosse on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
340 Recanting goodnesse, sorry ere 'tis showne:
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray sit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,
Then my Fortunes to me.

1. Lord.

My Lord, we alwaies haue confest it.

Aper.

345 Ho ho, confest it? Handg'd it? Haue you not?

Timo.

O Apermantus, you are welcome.

Aper.

No: You shall not make me welcome:

I come to haue thee thrust me out of doores.

Tim.
Fie, th'art a churle, ye'haue got a humour there
350 Does not become a man, 'tis much too blame:
They say my Lords, Ira furor breuis est,
But yond man is verie angrie.
Go, let him haue a Table by himselfe:
For he does neither affect companie,
355 Nor is he fit for't indeed.

Aper.

Let me stay at thine apperill Timon,

I come to obserue, I giue thee warning on't.

Tim.

[358] I take no heede of thee: Th'art an Athenian, [l. 359] therefore welcome: I my selfe would haue no power, [l. 360] prythee let my meate make thee silent.

Aper.

[361] I scorne thy meate, 'twould choake me: for I [l. 362] should nere flatter thee. Oh you Gods! What a number [l. 363] of men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not? It greeues me [l. 364] to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood, and [l. 365] all the madnesse is, he cheeres them vp too.

I wonder men dare trust themselues with men.

Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues,

Good for there meate, and safer for their liues.

[369] There's much example for't, the fellow that sits next him, [l. 370] now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in [l. 371] a diuided draught: is the readiest man to kill him. 'Tas [l. 372] beene proued, if I were a huge man I should feare to [l. 373] drinke at meales, least they should spie my wind‑pipes [l. 374] dangerous noates, great men should drinke with harnesse [l. 375] 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.
[378] Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his 
                                     [l. 379] tides well, those healths will make thee and thy state 
                                     [l. 380] looke ill, Timon.
Heere's that which is too weake to be a sinner,
Honest water, which nere left man i'th'mire:
This and my food are equals, there's no ods,
Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods.
Apermantus Grace.
385 Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe,
I pray for no man but my selfe,
Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,
To trust man on his Oath or Bond.
Or a Harlot for her weeping,
390 Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,
Or a keeper with my freedome,
Or my friends if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall too't:
Richmen sin, and I eat root.
395 Much good dich thy good heart, Apermantus
                     

Tim.

Captaine,

Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now.

Alci.

My heart is euer at your seruice, my Lord.

Tim.

[399] You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies, [l. 400] then a dinner of Friends.

Alc.

[401] So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no [l. 402] meat like 'em, I could wish my best friend at such a Feast.

Aper.

[403] Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies [l. 404] then, that then thou might'st kill 'em: & bid me to 'em.

1. Lord.

[405] Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord, [l. 406] that you would once vse our hearts, whereby we might [l. 407] expresse some part of our zeales, we should thinke our [l. 408] selues for euer perfect.

Timon.

[409] Oh no doubt my good Friends, but the Gods [l. 410] themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe [l. 411] from you: how had you beene my Friends else. Why [l. 412] haue you that charitable title from thousands? Did not [l. 413] you chiefely belong to my heart? I haue told more of [l. 414] you to my selfe, then you can with modestie speake in [l. 415] your owne behalfe. And thus farre I confirme you. Oh [l. 416] you Gods (thinke I,) what need we haue any Friends; if [l. 417] we should nere haue need of 'em? They were the most [l. 418] needlesse Creatures liuing; should we nere haue vse for [l. 419] 'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments [l. 420] hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to them [l. 421] selues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that [l. 422] I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do bene [l. 423] fits. And what better or properer can we call our owne, [l. 424] then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious com [l. 425] fort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding [l. 426] one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't [l. 427] can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks [l. 428] to forget their Faults. I drinke to you.

Aper.

Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon.

2. Lord.

430 Ioy had the like conception in our eies,

And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.

Aper.

Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard.

3. Lord.

I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much.

Aper.

Much.

Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with
Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing.

Tim.

435 What meanes that Trumpe? How now?

Enter Seruant.

Ser.

Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies

Most desirous of admittance.

Tim.

Ladies? what are their wils?

Ser.

[439] There comes with them a fore‑runner my Lord, [l. 440] which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures.

Tim.

I pray let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies.

Cup.

[442] Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of [l. 443] his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee [l. 444] their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious [l. 445] bosome.

There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise:

They onely now come but to Feast thine eies.

Timo.

[448] They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admit [l. 449] tance. Musicke make their welcome.

Luc.

450 You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd.

Aper.

Hoyday,

What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way.

They daunce? They are madwomen,

gg3 Like {p. 82} Timon of Athens.

Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,

455 As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.

We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,

And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,

Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen

With poysonous Spight and Enuy.

460 Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;

Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues

Of their Friends guift:

I should feare, those that dance before me now,

Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,

465 Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.

The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and
to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all
Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the
Hoboyes, and cease.

Tim.
You haue done our pleasures
Much grace (faire Ladies)
Set a faire fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:
470 You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster,
And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice.
I am to thanke you for't.

1 Lord.

My Lord you take vs euen at the best.

Aper.

[474] Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold [l. 475] taking, I doubt me.

Tim.

Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,

Please you to dispose your selues.

All La.

Most thankfully, my Lord.

Exeunt.

Tim.

Flauius.

Fla.

480 My Lord.

Tim.

The little Casket bring me hither.

Fla.
Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet?
                     
There is no crossing him in's humor,
Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
485 When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:
'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,
That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.

Exit.

1 Lord.

Where be our men?

Ser.

Heere my Lord, in readinesse.

2 Lord.

490 Our Horses.

Tim.
O my Friends:
I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good Lord
                     
I must intreat you honour me so much,
As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,
495 Kinde my Lord.

1 Lord.

I am so farre already in your guifts.

All.

So are we all.

Enter a Seruant.

Ser.

[498] My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate [l. 499] newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim.

500 They are fairely welcome.

Enter Flauius.

Fla.

[501] I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it [l. 502] does concerne you neere.

Tim.

Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.

I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment.

Fla.

505 I scarse know how.

Enter another Seruant.

Ser.

May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius

(Out of his free loue) hath presented to you

Foure Milke‑white Horses, trapt in Siluer.

Tim.

I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents

510 Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a third Seruant.

How now? What newes?

3. Ser.

[512] Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentle [l. 513] man Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow, [l. 514] to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace [l. 515] of Grey‑hounds.

Tim.

Ile hunt with him,

And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.

Fla.
What will this come to?
He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and 
                                    
all out of an empty Coffer:
520 Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,
To shew him what a Begger his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises flye so beyond his state,
That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:
525 He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;
His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:
Happier is he that has no friend to feede,
Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.
530 I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

Exit

Tim.

You do your selues much wrong,

You bate too much of your owne merits.

Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue.

2. Lord.

With more then common thankes

535 I will receyue it.

3. Lord.

O he's the very soule of Bounty.

Tim.

[537] And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good [l. 538] words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours [l. 539] because you lik'd it.

1. L.

540 Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.

Tim.

[541] You may take my word my Lord: I know no [l. 542] man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe [l. 543] my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true, [l. 544] Ile call to you.

All Lor.

545 O none so welcome.

Tim.
I take all, and your seuerall visitations
So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:
Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,
And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,
550 Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,
It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing
Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast
Lye in a pitcht field.

Alc.

I, defil'd Land, my Lord.

1. Lord.

555 We are so vertuously bound.

Tim.

And so am I to you.

2. Lord.

So infinitely endeer'd.

Tim.

All to you. Lights, more Lights.

1. Lord.

The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes

560 Keepe with you Lord Timon.

Tim.

Ready for his Friends.

Exeunt Lords

Aper.

[562] What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iut [l. 563] ting out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be [l. 564] worth the summes that are giuen for 'em. [l. 565] Friendships full of dregges, [l. 566] Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges. [l. 567] Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.

Tim.

Now Apermantus (if thou wert not sullen)

I would be good to thee.

Aper.

[570] No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, [l. 571] there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou [l. 572] wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long Timon (I [l. 573] feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly. [l. 574] What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine‑glories?

Tim. {p. 83} Timon of Athens.

Tim.

[575] Nay, and you begin to raile on Societie once, I [l. 576] am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, & come [l. 577] with better Musicke.

Exit

Aper.

[578] So: Thou wilt not heare mee now, thou shalt [l. 579] not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:

580 Oh that mens eares should be

To Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie.

Exit

[Act 2, Scene 1] §

Enter a Senator.

Sen.
And late fiue thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
                     
He owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,
Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion
585 Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,
And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.
If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moe
Better then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.
590 Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straight
And able Horses: No Porter at his gate,
But rather one that smiles, and still inuites
All that passe by. It cannot hold, no reason
Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,
595 Caphis I say.

Enter Caphis.

Ca.

Heere sir, what is your pleasure.

Sen.
Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,
Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast
With slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when
600 Commend me to your Master, and the Cap
Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turne
Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
605 Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,
But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my releefe
Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,
But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,
610 Put on a most importunate aspect,
A visage of demand: for I do feare
When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a Phœnix, get you gone.

Ca.

615 I go sir.

Sen.

I go sir?

Take the Bonds along with you,

And haue the dates in. Come.

Ca.

I will Sir.

Sen.

620 Go.

Exeunt

[Act 2, Scene 2] §

Enter Steward, with many billes in his hand.

Stew.
No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintaine it,
Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt
How things go from him, nor resume no care
625 Of what is to continue: neuer minde,
Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.
What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fye, fie, fie, fie.

Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.

Cap.

630 Good euen Varro: what, you come for money?

Var.

Is't not your businesse too?

Cap.

It is, and yours too, Isidore?

Isid.

It is so.

Cap.

Would we were all discharg'd.

Var.

635 I feare it,

Cap.

Heere comes the Lord.

Enter Timon, and his Traine.

Tim.

So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe

My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?

Cap.

My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.

Tim.

640 Dues? whence are you?

Cap.

Of Athens heere, my Lord.

Tim.

Go to my Steward.

Cap.
Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new dayes this moneth:
645 My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,
To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,
That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,
In giuing him his right.

Tim.

Mine honest Friend,

650 I prythee but repaire to me next morning.

Cap.

Nay, good my Lord.

Tim.

Containe thy selfe, good Friend.

Var.

One Varroes seruant, my good Lord.

Isid.

[654] From Isidore, he humbly prayes your speedy pay [l. 655] ment.

Cap.

If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.

Var.

[657] 'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, sixe weekes, [l. 658] and past.

Isi.

Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I

660 Am sent expressely to your Lordship.

Tim.
Giue me breath:
I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,
Ile waite vpon you instantly. Come hither: pray you
How goes the world, that I am thus encountred
665 With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,
And the detention of long since due debts
Against my Honor?

Stew.
Please you Gentlemen,
The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:
670 Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,
That I may make his Lordship vnderstand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim.

Do so my Friends, see them well entertain'd.

Stew.

Pray draw neere.

Exit.

Enter Apemantus and Foole.

Caph.

[675] stay, stay, here comes the Foole with Apeman [l. 676] tus, letַs ha some sport with 'em.

Var.

Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.

Isid.

A plague vpon him dogge.

Var.

How dost Foole?

Ape.

680 Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?

Var.

I speake not to thee.

Ape.

No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.

Isi.

There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.

Ape.

No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet.

Cap.

685 Where's the Foole now?

Ape.

[686] He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and [l. 687] Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.

Al.

What are we Apemantus?

Ape.

Asses.

All.

690 Why?

Ape.

[691] That you ask me what you are, & do not know [l. 692] your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.

Foole.

How do you Gentlemen?

All.

Gramercies good Foole:

695 How does your Mistris?

Foole. {p. 84} Timon of Athens.

Foole.

[696] She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chic [l. 697] kens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.

Ape.

[698] Good, Gramercy.

Enter Page.

Foole.

[699] Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.

Page.

[700] Why how now Captaine? what do you in this [l. 701] wise Company.

[702] How dost thou Apermantus?

Ape.

[703] Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might [l. 704] answer thee profitably.

Boy.

[705] Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscripti [l. 706] on of these Letters, I know not which is which.

Ape.

[707] Canst not read?

Page.

[708] No.

Ape.

[709] There will litle Learning dye then that day thou [l. 710] art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go [l. 711] thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't dye a Bawd.

Page.

[712] Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt [l. 713] famish a Dogges death.

[714] Answer not, I am gone.

Exit

Ape.

715 E'ne so thou out‑runst Grace,

Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons.

Foole.

Will you leaue me there?

Ape.

If Timon stay at home.

You three serue three Vsurers?

All.

720 I would they seru'd vs.

Ape.

So would I:

As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe.

Foole.

Are you three Vsurers men?

All.

I Foole.

Foole.

[725] I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser [l. 726] uant. My Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men [l. 727] come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly, [l. 728] and go away merry: but they enter my Masters house [l. 729] merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this?

Var.

[730] I could render one.

Ap.

[731] Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore [l. 732] master, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou shalt [l. 733] be no lesse esteemed.

Varro.

[734] What is a Whoremaster Foole?

Foole.

[735] A Foole in good cloathes, and something like [l. 736] thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, som [l. 737] time like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with [l. 738] two stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often [l. 739] like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes [l. 740] vp and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit [l. 741] walkes in.

Var.

Thou art not altogether a Foole.

Foole.

Nor thou altogether a Wise man,

As much foolerie as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.

Ape.

745 That answer might haue become Apemantus.

All.

Aside, aside, heere comes Lord Timon.

Enter Timon and Steward.

Ape.

Come with me (Foole) come.

Foole.

[748] I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother, [l. 749] and Woman, sometime the Philosopher.

Stew.

750 Pray you walke neere,

Ile speake with you anon.

Exeunt.

Tim.

You make me meruell wherefore ere this time

Had you not fully laide my state before me,

That I might so haue rated my expence

755 As I had leaue of meanes.

Stew.

You would not heare me:

At many leysures I propose.

Tim.
Go too:
Perchance some single vantages you tooke,
760 When my indisposition put you backe,
And that vnaptnesse made your minister
Thus to excuse your selfe.

Stew.
O my good Lord,
At many times I brought in my accompts,
765 Laid them before you, you would throw them off,
And say you sound them in mine honestie,
When for some trifling present you haue bid me
Returne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:
Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you
770 To hold your hand more close: I did indure
Not sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I haue
Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate,
And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,
Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,
775 The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,
To pay your present debts.

Tim.

Let all my Land be sold.

Stew.
'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,
And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth
780 Of present dues; the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim, and at length
How goes our reck'ning?

Tim.

To Lacedemon did my Land extend.

Stew.

O my good Lord, the world is but a word,

785 Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,

How quickely were it gone.

Tim.

You tell me true.

Stew.
If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,
Call me before th'exactest Auditors,
790 And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,
When all our Offices haue beene opprest
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept
With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,
795 I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,
And set mine eyes at flow.

Tim.

Prythee no more.

Stew.
Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord:
How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants
800 This night englutted: who is not Timons,
What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is Lord 
                        Timons:
Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall Timon:
Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:
805 Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,
These flyes are coucht.

Tim.
Come sermon me no further.
No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;
Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.
810 Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,
To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,
If I would broach the vessels of my loue,
And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse
815 As I can bid thee speake.

ste.

A[...]rance blesse your thoughts.

Tim.
And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,
That I account them blessings. For by these
Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue
820 How you mistake my Fortunes:
I am wealthie in my Friends.
Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?

Enter {p. 85} Timon of Athens.

Enter three Seruants.

Ser.

My Lord, my Lord.

Tim.

I will dispatch you seuerally.

[825] You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted [l. 826] with his Honor to day; you to Sempronius; commend me [l. 827] to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions [l. 828] haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let [l. 829] the request be fifty Talents.

Flam.

830 As you haue said, my Lord.

Stew.

Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh.

Tim.

Go you sir to the Senators;

Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue

Deseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant

835 A thousand Talents to me.

Ste,
I haue beene bold
(For that I knew it the most generall way)
To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,
But they do shake their heads, and I am heere
840 No richer in returne.

Tim.

Is't true? Can't be?

Stew.
They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot
Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,
845 But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,
Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature
May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,
And so intending other serious matters,
After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions
850 With certaine halfe‑caps, and cold mouing nods,
They froze me into Silence.

Tim.
You Gods reward them:
Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes
Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:
855 Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,
'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;
And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.
Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not sad,
860 Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,
No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately
Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'd
Into a great estate: When he was poore,
Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,
865 I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,
Bid him suppose, some good necessity
Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred
With those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these Fellowes
To whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,
870 That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.

Stew.

I would I could not thinke it:

That thought is Bounties Foe;

Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so.

Exeunt

[Act 3, Scene 1] §

Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master,
enters a seruant to him.

Ser.

[874] I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down [l. 875] to you.

Flam.

[876] I thanke you Sir.

Enter Lucullus.

Ser.

[877] Heere's my Lord.

Luc.

[878] One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I warrant. [l. 879] Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre [l. 880] to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are verie re [l. 881] spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how [l. 882] does that Honourable, Compleate, Free‑hearted Gentle [l. 883] man of Athens, thy very bountifull good Lord and May [l. 884] ster?

Flam.

[885] His health is well sir.

Luc.

[886] I am right glad that his health is well sir: and [l. 887] what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty Flaminius?

Flam.

[888] Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in [l. 889] my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup [l. 890] ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie [l. 891] Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no [l. 892] thing doubting your present assistance therein.

Luc.

[893] La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas [l. 894] good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep [l. 895] so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with [l. 896] him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him [l. 897] of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em [l. 898] brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue [l. 899] ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't, [l. 900] but I could nere get him from't.

Enter Seruant with Wine.

Ser.

Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.

Luc.

Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.

Heere's to thee.

Flam.

Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.

Luc.

[905] I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie [l. 906] prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes [l. 907] what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the [l. 908] time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir [l. 909] rah. Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun [l. 910] tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st [l. 911] well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no [l. 912] time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe [l. 913] without securitie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good [l. 914] Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee [l. 915] well.

Flam.

Is't possible the world should so much differ,

And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesse

To him that worships thee.

Luc.

[919] Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy [l. 920] Master.

Exit L.

Flam.
May these adde to the number yt may scald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:
Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
925 It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!
I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,
Has my Lords meate in him:
Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poyson?
930 O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:
And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature
Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.

Exit.

[Act 3, Scene 2] §

Enter Lucius, with three strangers.

Luc.

[934] Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend [l. 935] and an Honourable Gentleman.

[936] We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but stran [l. 937] gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and [l. 938] which I heare from common rumours, now Lord Timons [l. 939] happie howres are done and past, and his estate shrinkes [l. 940] from him.

Lucius.

[941] Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want [l. 942] for money.

[943] But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe, [l. 944] one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to borrow so [l. 945] many Talents, nay vrg'd extreamly for't, and [.] what {p. 86} Timon of Athens. [l. 946] what necessity belong'd too't, and yet was deny'de.

Luci.

[947] How?

[948] I tell you, deny'de my Lord.

Luci.

[949] What a strange case was that? Now before the [l. 950] Gods I am asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man? [l. 951] There was verie little Honour shew'd in't. For my owne [l. 952] part, I must needes confesse, I haue receyued some small [l. 953] kindnesses from him, as Money, Plate, Iewels, and such [l. 954] like Trifles; nothing comparing to his: yet had hee mi [l. 955] stooke him, and sent to me, I should ne're haue denied his [l. 956] Occasion so many Talents.

Enter Seruilius.

Seruil.

[957] See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue [l. 958] swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord.

Lucil.

[959] Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell, [l. 960] commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my ve [l. 961] ry exquisite Friend.

Seruil.

[962] May it please your Honour, my Lord hath [l. 963] sent⸺

Luci.

[964] Ha? what ha's he sent? I am so much endeered [l. 965] to that Lord; hee's euer sending: how shall I thank him [l. 966] think'st thou? And what has he sent now?

Seruil.

[967] Has onely sent his present Occasion now my [l. 968] Lord: requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse [l. 969] with so many Talents.

Lucil.

970 I know his Lordship is but merry with me,

He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.

Seruil.

But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord.

If his occasion were not vertuous,

I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully.

Luc.

975 Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius?

Seruil.

Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir.

Luci.

[977] What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my [l. 978] self against such a good time, when I might ha shewn my [l. 979] selfe Honourable? How vnluckily it hapned, that I shold [l. 980] Purchase the day before for a little part, and vndo a great [l. 981] deale of Honour? Seruilius, now before the Gods I am [l. 982] not able to do (the more beast I say) I was sending to vse [l. 983] Lord Timon my selfe, these Gentlemen can witnesse; but [l. 984] I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done't now. [l. 985] Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I [l. 986] hope his Honor will conceiue the fairest of mee, because [l. 987] I haue no power to be kinde. And tell him this from me, [l. 988] I count it one of my greatest afflictions say, that I cannot [l. 989] pleasure such an Honourable Gentleman. Good Seruili [l. 990] us, will you befriend mee so farre, as to vse mine owne [l. 991] words to him?

Ser.

Yes sir, I shall.

Exit Seruil.

Lucil.

Ile looke you out a good turne Seruilius.

True as you said, Timon is shrunke indeede,

995 And he that's once deny'de, will hardly speede.

Exit.

Do you obserue this Hostilius?

I, to well.

1
Why this is the worlds soule,
And iust of the same peece
1000 Is euery Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend
That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing
Timon has bin this Lords Father,
And kept his credit with his purse:
Supported his estate, nay Timons money
1005 Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes,
But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip,
And yet, oh see the monstrousnesse of man,
When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape;
He does deny him (in respect of his)
1010 What charitable men affoord to Beggers.

Religion grones at it.

1
For mine owne part, I neuer tasted Timon in my life
Nor came any of his bounties ouer me,
To marke me for his Friend. Yet I protest,
1015 For his right Noble minde, illustrious Vertue,
And Honourable Carriage,
Had his necessity made vse of me,
I would haue put my wealth into Donation,
And the best halfe should haue return'd to him,
1020 So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue,
Men must learne now with pitty to dispence,
For Policy sits aboue Conscience.

Exeunt.

[Act 3, Scene 3] §

Enter a third seruant with Sempronius, another
of Timons Friends.

Semp.
Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum.
'Boue all others?
1025 He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now Ventidgius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these
Owes their estates vnto him.

Ser.

My Lord,

1030 They haue all bin touch'd, and found Base‑Mettle,

For they haue all denied him.

Semp.
How? Haue they deny'de him?
Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him,
And does he send to me? Three? Humh?
1035 It shewes but little loue, or iudgement in him.
Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physitians)
Thriue, giue him ouer: Must I take th'Cure vpon me?
Has much disgrace'd me in't, I'me angry at him,
That might haue knowne my place. I see no sense for't,
1040 But his Occasions might haue wooed me first:
For in my conscience, I was the first man
That ere receiued guift from him.
And does he thinke so backwardly of me now,
That Ile requite it last? No:
1045 So it may proue an Argument of Laughter
To th'rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Foole:
I'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe,
Had sent to me first, but for my mindes sake:
I'de such a courage to do him good. But now returne,
1050 And with their faint reply, this answer ioyne;
Who bates mine Honor, shall not know my Coyne.

Exit

Ser.

[1052] Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the [l. 1053] diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Poli [l. 1054] ticke; he crossed himselfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but [l. 1055] in the end, the Villanies of man will set him cleere. How [l. 1056] fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule? Takes Vertu [l. 1057] ous Copies to be wicked: like those, that vnder hotte ar [l. 1058] dent zeale, would set whole Realmes on fire, of such a na [l. 1059] ture is his politike loue.

1060 This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled

Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead,

Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards

Many a bounteous yeere, must be imploy'd

Now to guard sure their Master:

1065 And this is all a liberall course allowes,

Who cannot keepe his wealth, must keep his house.

Exit.

[Act 3, Scene 4] §

Enter Varro's man, meeting others. All Timons Creditors to
wait for his comming out. Then enter Lucius
and Hortensius.

Var. man.

Well met, goodmorrow Titus & Hortensius

Titus {p. 87} Timon of Athens.

Tit.

The like to you kinde Varro.

Hort.

Lucius, what do we meet together?

Luci.

1070 I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all.

For mine is money.

Tit.

So is theirs, and ours.

Enter Philotus.

Luci.

And sir Philotus too.

Phil.

Good day at once.

Luci.

1075 Welcome good Brother.

What do you thinke the houre?

Phil.

Labouring for Nine.

Luci.

So much?

Phil.

Is not my Lord seene yet?

Luci.

1080 Not yet.

Phil.

I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen.

Luci.

I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him:

You must consider, that a Prodigall course

Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare:

[1085] 'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One [l. 1086] may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little.

Phil.

I am of your feare, for that.

Tit.

Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent:

Your Lord sends now for Money?

Hort.

1090 Most true, he doe's.

Tit.

And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift,

For which I waite for money.

Hort.

It is against my heart.

Luci.

Marke how strange it showes,

1095 Timon in this, should pay more then he owes:

And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels,

And send for money for 'em.

Hort.

I'me weary of this Charge,

The Gods can witnesse:

1100 I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth,

And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.

Varro.

Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes:

What's yours?

Luci.

Fiue thousand mine.

Varro.

1105 'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum

Your Masters confidence was aboue mine,

Else surely his had equall'd.

Enter Flaminius.

Tit.

One of Lord Timons men.

Luc.

[1109] Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie [l. 1110] to come forth?

Flam.

No, indeed he is not.

Tit.

We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much.

Flam.

[1113] I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too [l. 1114] (diligent.

Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled.

Luci.

1115 Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so?

He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.

Tit.

Do you heare, sir?

2. Varro.

By your leaue, sir.

Stew.

What do ye aske of me, my Friend.

Tit.

1120 We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.

Stew.
I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes
When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
1125 Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts.
And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.
You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,
Let me passe quietly:
Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
1130 I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luci.

I, but this answer will not serue.

Stew.

If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you,

For you serue Knaues.

1. Varro.

[1134] How? What does his casheer'd Worship [l. 1135] mutter?

2. Varro.

[1136] No matter what, hee's poore, and that's re [l. 1137] uenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that [l. 1138] has no house to put his head in? Such may rayle against [l. 1139] great buildings.

Enter Seruilius.

Tit.

[1140] Oh here's Seruilius: now wee shall know some [l. 1141] answere.

Seru.

[1142] If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre [l. 1143] some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't [l. 1144] of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent: [l. 1145] His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out [l. 1146] of health, and keepes his Chamber.

Luci.

Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke:

And if it be so farre beyond his health,

Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,

1150 And make a cleere way to the Gods.

Seruil.

Good Gods.

Titus.

We cannot take this for answer, sir.

Flaminius

within.

Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord.

Enter Timon in a rage.

Tim.
What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?
1155 Haue I bin euer free, and must my house
Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole?
The place which I haue Feasted, does it now
(Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?

Luci.

Put in now Titus.

Tit.

1160 My Lord, heere is my Bill.

Luci.

Here's mine.

1. Var.

And mine, my Lord.

2. Var.

And ours, my Lord.

Philo.

All our Billes.

Tim.

[1165] Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the [l. 1166] Girdle.

Luc.

Alas, my Lord.

Tim.

Cut my heart in summes.

Tit.

Mine, fifty Talents.

Tim.

1170 Tell out my blood.

Luc.

Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord.

Tim.

Fiue thousand drops payes that.

What yours? and yours?

1. Var.

My Lord.

2. Var.

1175 My Lord.

Tim.

Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.

Exit Timon.

Hort.

[1177] Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their [l. 1178] caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe [l. 1179] rate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

Exeunt.

Enter Timon.

Timon.

[1180] They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the [l. 1181] slaues. Creditors? Diuels.

Stew.

My deere Lord.

Tim.

What if it should be so?

Stew.

My Lord.

Tim.

1185 Ile haue it so. My Steward?

Stew.

Heere my Lord.

Tim.

So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe,

Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All,

Ile once more feast the Rascals.

Stew.

[1190] O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra [l. 1191] cted soule; there's not so much left to furnish out a mo [l. 1192] derate Table.

Timon. {p. 88} Timon of Athens.

Tim.

Be it not in thy care:

Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide

1195 Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide.

Exeunt

[Act 3, Scene 5] §

Enter three Senators at one doore, Alcibiades meeting them,
with Attendants.

1. Sen.

My Lord, you haue my voyce, too't,

The faults Bloody:

'Tis necessary he should dye:

Nothing imboldens sinne so much, as Mercy.

1200 Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em.

Alc.

Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate.

Now Captaine.

Alc.
I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues;
For pitty is the vertue of the Law,
1205 And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly.
It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie
Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath stept into the Law: which is past depth
To those that (without heede) do plundge intoo't.
1210 He is a Man (setting his Fate aside) of comely Vertues,
Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice.
(And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)
But with a Noble Fury, and faire spirit,
Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death,
1215 He did oppose his Foe:
And with such sober and vnnoted passion
He did behooue his anger ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prou'd an Argument.

1 Sen.
You vndergo too strict a Paradox,
1220 Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:
Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd
To bring Man‑slaughter into forme, and set Quarrelling
Vpon the head of Valour; which indeede
Is Valour mis‑begot, and came into the world,
1225 When Sects, and Factions were newly borne.
Hee's truly Valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breath,
And make his Wrongs, his Out‑sides,
To weare them like his Rayment, carelessely,
1230 And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If Wrongs be euilles, and inforce vs kill,
What Folly 'tis, to hazard life for Ill.

Alci.

My Lord.

1. Sen.

1235 You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare,

To reuenge is no Valour, but to beare.

Alci.
My Lords, then vnder fauour, pardon me,
If I speake like a Captaine.
Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell,
1240 And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't,
And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee
Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant
1245 That stay at home, if Bearing carry it:
And the Asse, more Captaine then the Lyon?
The fellow loaden with Irons, wiser then the Iudge?
If Wisedome be in suffering. Oh my Lords,
As you are great, be pittifully Good,
1250 Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?
                     
To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,
But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.
To be in Anger, is impietie:
But who is Man, that is not Angrie.
1255 Weigh but the Crime with this.

2. Sen.

You breath in vaine.

Alci.

In vaine?

His seruice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,

Were a sufficient briber for his life.

1260 What's that?

Alc.

Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice,

And slaine in fight many of your enemies:

How full of valour did he beare himselfe

In the last Conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

2
1265 He has made too much plenty with him:
He's a sworne Riotor, he has a sinne
That often drownes him, and takes his valour prisoner.
If there were no Foes, that were enough
To ouercome him. In that Beastly furie,
1270 He has bin knowne to commit outrages,
And cherrish Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to vs,
His dayes are foule, and his drinke dangerous.

He dyes.

Alci.
Hard fate: he might haue dyed in warre.
1275 My Lords, if not for any parts in him,
Though his right arme might purchase his owne time,
And be in debt to none: yet more to moue you,
Take my deserts to his, and ioyne 'em both.
And for I know, your reuerend Ages loue Security,
1280 Ile pawne my Victories, all my Honour to you
Vpon his good returnes.
If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,
Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore,
For Law is strict, and Warre is nothing more.

1285 We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more

On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother,

He forfeits his owne blood, that spilles another.

Alc.

Must it be so? It must not bee:

My Lords, I do beseech you know mee.

1290 How?

Alc.

Call me to your remembrances.

What.

Alc.

I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,

It could not else be, I should proue so bace,

1295 To sue and be deny'de such common Grace.

My wounds ake at you.

Do you dare our anger?

'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:

We banish thee for euer.

Alc.

1300 Banish me?

Banish your dotage, banish vsurie,

That makes the Senate vgly.

If after two dayes shine, Athens containe thee,

Attend our waightier Iudgement.

1305 And not to swell our Spirit,

He shall be executed presently.

Exeunt.

Alc.
Now the Gods keepe you old enough,
That you may liue
Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.
1310 I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes
While they haue told their Money, and let out
Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe,
Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this?
Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat
1315 Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment.
It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,
It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie,
That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp
My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;
1320 'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods,
Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods.

Exit.

Enter {p. 89} Timon of Athens.

[Act 3, Scene 6] §

Enter diuers Friends at seuerall doores.

[1322] The good time of day to you, sir.

[1323] I also wish it to you: I thinke this Honorable Lord [l. 1324] did but try vs this other day.

[1325] Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee en [l. 1326] countred. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it [l. 1327] seeme in the triall of his seuerall Friends.

[1328] It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Fea [l. 1329] sting.

[1330] I should thinke so. He hath sent mee an earnest in [l. 1331] uiting, which many my neere occasions did vrge mee to [l. 1332] put off: but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them, and I [l. 1333] must needs appeare.

[1334] In like manner was I in debt to my importunat bu [l. 1335] sinesse, but he would not heare my excuse. I am sorrie, [l. 1336] when he sent to borrow of mee, that my Prouision was [l. 1337] out.

[1338] I am sicke of that greefe too, as I vnderstand how all [l. 1339] things go.

[1340] Euery man heares so: what would hee haue borro [l. 1341] wed of you?

[1342] A thousand Peeces.

[1343] A thousand Peeces?

[1344] What of you?

[1345] He sent to me sir⸺Heere he comes.

Enter Timon and Attendants.

Tim.

[1346] With all my heart Gentlemen both; and how [l. 1347] fare you?

[1348] Euer at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.

[1349] The Swallow followes not Summer more willing, [l. 1350] then we your Lordship.

Tim.

[1351] Nor more willingly leaues Winter, such Sum [l. 1352] mer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not re [l. 1353] compence this long stay: Feast your eares with the Mu [l. 1354] sicke awhile: If they will fare so harshly o'th'Trumpets [l. 1355] sound: we shall too't presently.

[1356] I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lord [l. 1357] ship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.

Tim.

O sir, let it not trouble you.

My Noble Lord.

Tim.

1360 Ah my good Friend, what cheere?

The Banket brought in.

[1361] My most Honorable Lord, I am e'ne sick of shame, [l. 1362] that when your Lordship this other day sent to me, I was [l. 1363] so vnfortunate a Beggar.

Tim.

Thinke not on't, sir.

1365 If you had sent but two houres before.

Tim.

Let it not cumber your better remembrance.

Come bring in all together.

All couer'd Dishes.

Royall Cheare, I warrant you.

1370 Doubt not that, if money and the season can yeild it

How do you? What's the newes?

Alcibiades is banish'd: heare you of it?

Both.

Alcibiades banish'd?

'Tis so, be sure of it.

1375 How? How?

I pray you vpon what?

Tim.

My worthy Friends, will you draw neere?

Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast toward

This is the old man still.

1380 Wilt hold? Wilt hold?

It do's: but time will, and so.

I do conceyue.

Tim.

[1383] Each man to his stoole, with that spurre as hee [l. 1384] would to the lip of his Mistris: your dyet shall bee in all [l. 1385] places alike. Make not a Citie Feast of it, to let the meat [l. 1386] coole, ere we can agree vpon the first place. Sit, sit.

[1387] The Gods require our Thankes.

[1388] You great Benefactors, sprinkle our Society with Thanke [l. 1389] fulnesse. For your owne guifts, make your selues prais'd: But [l. 1390] reserue still to giue, least your Deities be despised. Lend to each [l. 1391] man enough, that one neede not lend to another. For were your [l. 1392] Godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the Gods. Make [l. 1393] the Meate be beloued, more then the Man that giues it. Let [l. 1394] no Assembly of Twenty, be without a score of Villaines. If there [l. 1395] sit twelue Women at the Table, let a dozen of them bee as they [l. 1396] are. The rest of your Fees, O Gods, the Senators of Athens, [l. 1397] together with the common legge of People, what is amisse in [l. 1398] them, you Gods, make suteable for destruction. For these my [l. 1399] present Friends, as they are to mee nothing, so in nothing blesse [l. 1400] them, and to nothing are they welcome.

[1401] Vncouer Dogges, and lap.

Some speake.

What do's his Lordship meane?

Some other.

I know not.

Timon.
May you a better Feast neuer behold
1405 You knot of Mouth‑Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timons last,
Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries,
Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany. Liue loath'd, and long
1410 Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites,
Curteous Destroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares:
You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher‑friends, Times Flyes,
Cap and knee‑Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes.
Of Man and Beast, the infinite Maladie
1415 Crust you quite o're. What do'st thou go?
Soft, take thy Physicke first; thou too, and thou:
Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none.
What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast,
Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Guest.
1420 Burne house, sinke Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon Man, and all Humanity.

Exit

Enter the Senators, with other Lords.

How now, my Lords?

Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury?

Push, did you see my Cap?

1425 I haue lost my Gowne.

[1426] He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors swaies [l. 1427] him. He gaue me a Iewell th'other day, and now hee has [l. 1428] beate it out of my hat.

Did you see my Iewell?

1430 Did you see my Cap.

Heere 'tis.

Heere lyes my Gowne.

Let's make no stay.

Lord Timons mad.

1435 I feel't vpon my bones.

One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day stones.

Exeunt the Senators.

[Act 4, Scene 1] §

Enter Timon.

Tim.
Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall
That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth,
And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,
1440 Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles
hhPlucke{p. 90}Timon of Athens.Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,
And minister in their steeds, to generall Filthes.
Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity,
Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast
1445 Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues,
And cut your Trusters throates. Bound Seruants, steale,
Large‑handed Robbers your graue Masters are,
And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed,
Thy Mistris is o'th'Brothell. Some of sixteen,
1450 Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,
With it, beate out his Braines. Piety, and Feare,
Religion to the Gods, Peace, Iustice, Truth,
Domesticke awe, Night‑rest, and Neighbour‑hood,
Instruction, Manners, Mysteries, and Trades,
1455 Degrees, Obseruances, Customes, and Lawes,
Decline to your confounding contraries.
And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious Feauors, heape
On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
1460 Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt
As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie
Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth,
That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue,
And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,
1465 Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop
Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath,
That their Society (as their Friendship) may
Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee
But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,
1470 Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:
Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde
Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde.
The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)
Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
1475 And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow
To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.
Amen.

Exit.

[Act 4, Scene 2] §

Enter Steward with two or three Seruants.

Heare you Master Steward, where's our Master?

Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining?

Stew.

1480 Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you?

Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,

I am as poore as you.

Such a House broke?

So Noble a Master falne, all gone, and not

1485 One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme,

And go along with him.

2
As we do turne our backes
From our Companion, throwne into his graue,
So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
1490 Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with him
Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfe
A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,
With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty,
Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.

Enter other Seruants.

Stew.

1495 All broken Implements of a ruin'd house.

3
Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery,
That see I by our Faces: we are Fellowes still,
Seruing alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our Barke,
And we poore Mates, stand on the dying Decke,
1500 Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part
Into this Sea of Ayre.

Stew.
Good Fellowes all,
The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you.
Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,
1505 Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say
As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes,
We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some:
Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more,
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poore.
Embrace and part seuerall wayes.
1510 Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt?
Who would be so mock'd with Glory, or to liue
But in a Dreame of Friendship,
1515 To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds,
But onely painted like his varnisht Friends:
Poore honest Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart,
Vndone by Goodnesse: strange vnvsuall blood,
When mans worst sinne is, He do's too much Good.
1520 Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen?
For Bounty that makes Gods, do still marre Men.
My deerest Lord, blest to be most accurst,
Rich onely to be wretched; thy great Fortunes
Are made thy cheefe Afflictions. Alas (kinde Lord)
1525 Hee's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate
Of monstrous Friends:
Nor ha's he with him to supply his life,
Or that which can command it:
Ile follow and enquire him out.
1530 Ile euer serue his minde, with my best will,
Whilst I haue Gold, Ile be his Steward still.

Exit.

[Act 4, Scene 3] §

Enter Timon in the woods.

Tim.
O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe
Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
1535 Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes,
The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature
(To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune
But by contempt of Nature.
1540 Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,
The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary,
The Begger Natiue Honor.
It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides,
The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares
1545 In puritie of Manhood stand vpright
And say, this mans a Flatterer. If one be,
So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune
Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate
Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:
1550 There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures
But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd,
All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men.
His semblable, yea himselfe Timon disdaines,
Destruction phang mankinde; Earth yeeld me Rootes,
1555 Who seekes for better of thee, sawce his pallate
With thy most operant Poyson. What is heere?
Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold?
No Gods, I am no idle Votarist,
Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make
1560 Blacke, white; fowle, faire; wrong, right;
Base, Noble; Old, young; Coward, valiant.
Ha you Gods! why this? what this, you Gods? why this
Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides:
Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads.
This{p. 91}Timon of Athens.1565 This yellow Slaue,
Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst,
Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues,
And giue them Title, knee, and approbation
With Senators on the Bench: This is it
1570 That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;
Shee, whom the Spittle‑house, and vlcerous sores,
Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices
To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,
Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes
1575 Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee
Do thy right Nature.
March afarre off.
Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,
But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)
When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:
1580 Nay stay thou out for earnest.

Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner,
and Phrynia and Timandra.

Alc.

What art thou there? Speake.

Tim.

A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart

For shewing me againe the eyes of Man.

Alc.

What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,

1585 That art thy selfe a Man?

Tim.

I am Misantropos, and hate Mankinde.

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge,

That I might loue thee something.

Alc.

I know thee well:

1590 But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.

Tim.
I know thee too, and more then that I know thee
I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,
With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:
Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,
1595 Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,
Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,
For all her Cherubin looke.

Phrin.

Thy lips rot off.

Tim.

I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes

1600 To thine owne lippes againe.

Alc.

How came the Noble Timon to this change?

Tim.

As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue:

But then renew I could not like the Moone,

There were no Sunnes to borrow of.

Alc.

1605 Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

Tim.

None, but to maintaine my opinion.

Alc.

What is it Timon?

Tim.

Promise me Friendship, but performe none.

[1609] If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou [l. 1610] art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for [l. 1611] thou art a man.

Alc.

I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries.

Tim.

Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie.

Alc.

I see them now, then was a blessed time.

Tim.

1615 As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots.

Timan.

Is this th'Athenian Minion, whom the world

Voic'd so regardfully?

Tim.

Art thou Timandra?

Timan.

Yes.

Tim.

[1620] Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee, [l. 1621] giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make [l. 1622] vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and [l. 1623] Bathes, bring downe Rose‑cheekt youth to the Fubfast, [l. 1624] and the Diet.

Timan.

1625 Hang thee Monster.

Alc.
Pardon him sweet Timandra, for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities.
I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon,
The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt
1630 In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd
How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states
But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.

Tim.

I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone.

Alc.

1635 I am thy Friend, and p[.]tty thee deere Timon.

Tim.

How doest thou pitty him whom yu dost troble,

I had rather be alone.

Alc.

Why fare thee well:

Heere is some Gold for thee.

Tim.

1640 Keepe it, I cannot eate it.

Alc.

When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape:

Tim.

Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens.

Alc.

I Timon, and haue cause.

Tim.

The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,

1645 And thee after, when thou hast Conquer'd.

Alc.

Why me, Timon?

Tim.
That by killing of Villaines
Thou was't borne to conquer my Country.
Put vp thy Gold. Go on, heeres Gold, go on;
1650 Be as a Plannetary plague, when Ioue
Will o're some high‑Vic'd City, hang his poyson
In the sicke ayre: let not thy sword skip one:
Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard,
He is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,
1655 It is her habite onely, that is honest,
Her selfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke
Make soft thy trenchant Sword: for those Milke pappes
That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes,
Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,
1660 But set them down horrible Traitors. Spare not the B[.]be
Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy;
Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,
1665 Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes,
Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,
Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding,
Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,
Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,
1670 Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.

Alc.

[1671] Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi [l. 1672] uest me, not all thy Counsell.

Tim.

[1673] Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon [l. 1674] thee.

Both.

1675 Giue vs some Gold good Timon, hast yu more?

Tim.
Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade,
And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts
Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable,
Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare
1680 Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues
Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes:
Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still.
And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you,
Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,
1685 Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turne‑coats: yet may your paines six months
Be quite contrary, And Thatch
Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,
(Some that were hang'd) no matter:
1690 Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,
Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:
A pox of wrinkles.

Both.

Well, more Gold, what then?

hh2 Beleeue't {p. 92} Timon of Athens.

Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold.

Tim.
1695 Consumptions sowe
In hollow bones of man, strike their sharpe shinnes,
And marre mens spurring. Cracke the Lawyers voyce,
That he may neuer more false Title pleade,
Nor sound his Quillets shrilly: Hoare the Flamen,
1700 That scold'st against the quality of flesh,
And not beleeues himselfe. Downe with the Nose,
Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away
Of him, that his particular to foresee
Smels from the generall weale. Make curld'pate Ruffians 
                                    

                        (bald
1705 And let the vnscarr'd Braggerts of the Warre
Deriue some paine from you. Plague all,
That your Actiuity may defeate and quell
The sourse of all Erection. There's more Gold.
Do you damne others, and let this damne you,
1710 And ditches graue you all:

Both.

More counsell with more Money, bounteous
Timon.

Tim.

More whore, more Mischeefe first, I haue gi
uen you earnest.

Alc.

[1713] Strike vp the Drum towardes Athens, farewell [l. 1714] Timon: if I thriue well, Ile visit thee againe.

Tim.

1715 If I hope well, Ile neuer see thee more.

Alc.

I neuer did thee harme.

Tim.

Yes, thou spok'st well of me.

Alc.

Call'st thou that harme?

Tim.

Men dayly finde it. Get thee away,

1720 And take thy Beagles with thee.

Alc.

We but offend him, strike.

Exeunt.

Tim.
That Nature being sicke of mans vnkindnesse
Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou
Whose wombe vnmeasureable, and infinite brest
1725 Teemes and feeds all: whose selfesame Mettle
Whereof thy proud Childe (arrogant man) is puft,
Engenders the blacke Toad, and Adder blew,
The gilded Newt, and eyelesse venom'd Worme,
With all th'abhorred Births below Crispe Heauen,
1730 Whereon Hyperions quickning fire doth shine:
Yeeld him, who all the humane Sonnes do hate,
From foorth thy plenteous bosome, one poore roote:
Enseare thy Fertile and Conceptious wombe,
Let it no more bring out ingratefull man.
1735 Goe great with Tygers, Dragons, Wolues, and Beares,
Teeme with new Monsters, whom thy vpward face
Hath to the Marbled Mansion all aboue
Neuer presented. O, a Root, deare thankes:
Dry vp thy Marrowes, Vines, and Plough‑torne Leas,
1740 Whereof ingratefull man with Licourish draughts
And Morsels Vnctious, greases his pure minde,
That from it all Consideration slippes⸺
Enter Apemantus.
More man? Plague, plague.

Ape.

I was directed hither. Men report,

1745 Thou dost affect my Manners, and dost vse them.

Tim.

'Tis then, because thou dost not keepe a dogge

Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee.

Ape.
This is in thee a Nature but infected,
A poore vnmanly Melancholly sprung
1750 From change of future. Why this Spade? this place?
This Slaue‑like Habit, and these lookes of Care?
Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke Wine, lye soft,
Hugge their diseas'd Perfumes, and haue forgot
That euer Timon was. Shame not these Woods,
1755 By putting on the cunning of a Carper.
Be thou a Flatterer now, and seeke to thriue
By that which ha's vndone thee; hindge thy knee,
And let his very breath whom thou'lt obserue
Blow off thy Cap: praise his most vicious straine,
1760 And call it excellent: thou wast told thus:
Thou gau'st thine eares (like Tapsters, that bad welcom)
To Knaues, and all approachers: 'Tis most iust
That thou turne Rascall, had'st thou wealth againe,
Rascals should haue't. Do not assume my likenesse.

Tim.

1765 Were I like thee, I'de throw away my selfe.

Ape.
Thou hast cast away thy selfe, being like thy self
A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st
That the bleake ayre, thy boysterous Chamberlaine
Will put thy shirt on warme? Will these moyst Trees,
1770 That haue out‑liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles
And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brooke
Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning taste
To cure thy o're‑nights surfet? Call the Creatures,
Whose naked Natures liue in all the spight
1775 Of wrekefull Heauen, whose bare vnhoused Trunkes
To the conflicting Elements expos'd
Answer meere Nature: bid them flatter thee.
O thou shalt finde.

Tim.

A Foole of thee: depart.

Ape.

1780 I loue thee better now, then ere I did.

Tim.

I hate thee worse.

Ape.

Why?

Tim.

Thou flatter'st misery.

Ape.

I flatter not, but say thou art a Caytiffe.

Tim.

1785 Why do'st thou seeke me out?

Ape.

To vex thee.

Tim.

Alwayes a Villaines Office, or a Fooles.

Dost please thy selfe in't?

Ape.

Tim.

1790 What, a Knaue too?

Ape.
If thou did'st put this sowre cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Dost it enforcedly: Thou'dst Courtier be againe
Wert thou not Beggar: willing misery
1795 Out‑liues: incertaine pompe, is crown'd before:
The one is filling still, neuer compleat:
The other, at high wish: best state Contentlesse,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse then the worst, Content.
1800 Thou should'st desire to dye, being miserable.

Tim.
Not by his breath, that is more miserable.
Thou art a Slaue, whom Fortunes tender arme
With fauour neuer claspt: but bred a Dogge.
Had'st thou like vs from our first swath proceeded,
1805 The sweet degrees that this breefe world affords,
To such as may the passiue drugges of it
Freely command'st: thou would'st haue plung'd thy self
In generall Riot, melted downe thy youth
In different beds of Lust, and neuer learn'd
1810 The Icie precepts of respect, but followed
The Sugred game before thee. But my selfe,
Who had the world as my Confectionarie,
The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men,
At duty more then I could frame employment;
1815 That numberlesse vpon me stucke, as leaues
Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brush
Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare,
For euery storme that blowes. I to beare this,
That neuer knew but better, is some burthen:
1820 Thy Nature, did commence in sufferance, Time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st yu hate Men?
They neuer flatter'd thee. What hast thou giuen?
If{p. 93}Timon of Athens.If thou wilt curse; thy Father (that poore ragge)
Must be thy subiect; who in spight put stuffe
1825 To some shee‑Begger, and compounded thee
Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone,
If thou hadst not bene borne the worst of men,
Thou hadst bene a Knaue and Flatterer.

Ape.

Art thou proud yet?

Tim.

1830 I, that I am not thee.

Ape.

I, that I was no Prodigall.

Tim.
I, that I am one now.
Were all the wealth I haue shut vp in thee,
I'ld giue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone:
1835 That the whole life of Athens were in this,
Thus would I eate it.

Ape.

Heere, I will mend thy Feast.

Tim.

First mend thy company, take away thy selfe.

Ape.

So I shall mend mine owne, by'th'lacke of thine

Tim.

1840 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botcht;

If not, I would it were.

Ape.

What would'st thou haue to Athens?

Tim.

Thee thither in a whirlewind: if thou wilt,

Tell them there I haue Gold, looke, so I haue.

Ape.

1845 Heere is no vse for Gold.

Tim.

The best, and truest:

For heere it sleepes, and do's no hyred harme.

Ape.

Where lyest a nights Timon?

Tim.

Vnder that's aboue me.

1850 Where feed'st thou a‑dayes Apemantus?

Ape.

[1851] Where my stomacke findes meate, or rather [l. 1852] where I eate it.

Tim.

Would poyson were obedient, & knew my mind

Ape.

Where would'st thou send it?

Tim.

1855 To sawce thy dishes.

Ape.

[1856] The middle of Humanity thou neuer knewest, [l. 1857] but the extremitie of both ends. When thou wast in thy [l. 1858] Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee for too much [l. 1859] Curiositie: in thy Ragges thou know'st none, but art de [l. 1860] spis'd for the contrary. There's a medler for thee, eate it.

Tim.

On what I hate, I feed not.

Ape.

Do'st hate a Medler?

Tim.

I, though it looke like thee.

Ape.

[1864] And th'hadst hated Medlers sooner, yu should'st [l. 1865] haue loued thy selfe better now. What man didd'st thou [l. 1866] euer know vnthrift, that was beloued after his meanes?

Tim.

[1867] Who without those meanes thou talk'st of, didst [l. 1868] thou euer know belou'd?

Ape.

My selfe.

Tim.

[1870] I vnderstand thee: thou had'st some meanes to [l. 1871] keepe a Dogge.

Apem.

[1872] What things in the world canst thou neerest [l. 1873] compare to thy Flatterers?

Tim.

[1874] Women neerest, but men: men are the things [l. 1875] themselues. What would'st thou do with the world A‑ [l. 1876] pemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Ape.

[1877] Giue it the Beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim.

[1878] Would'st thou haue thy selfe fall in the confu [l. 1879] sion of men, and remaine a Beast with the Beasts.

Ape.

[1880] I Timon.

Tim.

[1881] A beastly Ambition, which the Goddes graunt [l. 1882] thee t'attaine to. If thou wert the Lyon, the Fox would [l. 1883] beguile thee: if thou wert the Lambe, the Foxe would [l. 1884] eate thee: if thou wert the Fox, the Lion would suspect [l. 1885] thee, when peraduenture thou wert accus'd by the Asse: [l. 1886] If thou wert the Asse, thy dulnesse would torment thee; [l. 1887] and still thou liu'dst but as a Breakefast to the Wolfe. If [l. 1888] thou wert the Wolfe, thy greedinesse would afflict thee, [l. 1889] & oft thou should'st hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert [l. 1890] thou the Vnicorne, pride and wrath would confound [l. 1891] thee, and make thine owne selfe the conquest of thy fury. [l. 1892] Wert thou a Beare, thou would'st be kill'd by the Horse: [l. 1893] wert thou a Horse, thou would'st be seaz'd by the Leo [l. 1894] pard: wert thou a Leopard, thou wert Germane to the [l. 1895] Lion, and the spottes of thy Kindred, were Iurors on thy [l. 1896] life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence ab [l. 1897] sence. What Beast could'st thou bee, that were not sub [l. 1898] iect to a Beast: and what a Beast art thou already, that [l. 1899] seest not thy losse in transformation.

Ape.
1900 If thou could'st please me
With speaking to me, thou might'st
Haue hit vpon it heere.
The Commonwealth of Athens, is become
A Forrest of Beasts.

Tim.

[1905] How ha's the Asse broke the wall, that thou art [l. 1906] out of the Citie.

Ape.
Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter:
The plague of Company light vpon thee:
I will feare to catch it, and giue way.
1910 When I know not what else to do,
Ile see thee againe.

Tim.

When there is nothing liuing but thee,

Thou shalt be welcome.

I had rather be a Beggers Dogge,

1915 Then Apemantus.

Ape.

Thou art the Cap

Of all the Fooles aliue.

Tim.

Would thou wert cleane enough

To spit vpon.

Ape.

1920 A plague on thee,

Thou art too bad to curse.

Tim.

All Villaines

That do stand by thee, are pure.

Ape.

There is no Leprosie,

1925 But what thou speak'st.

Tim.

If I name thee, Ile beate thee;

But I should infect my hands.

Ape.

I would my tongue

Could rot them off.

Tim.

1930 Away thou issue of a mangie dogge,

Choller does kill me,

That thou art aliue, I swoond to see thee.

Ape.

Would thou would'st burst.

Tim.

[1934] Away thou tedious Rogue, I am sorry I shall [l. 1935] lose a stone by thee.

Ape.

Beast.

Tim.

Slaue.

Ape.

Toad.

Tim.

Rogue, Rogue, Rogue.

1940 I am sicke of this false world, and will loue nought

But euen the meere necessities vpon't:

Then Timon presently prepare thy graue:

Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate

Thy graue stone dayly, make thine Epitaph,

1945 That death in me, at others liues may laugh.

O thou sweete King‑killer, and deare diuorce

Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defiler

Of Himens purest bed, thou valiant Mars,

Thou euer, yong, fresh, loued, and delicate wooer,

1950 Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow

That lyes on Dians lap.

Thou visible God,

That souldrest close Impossibilities,

And mak'st them kisse; that speak'st with euerie Tongue

hh3 To {p. 94} Timon of Athens.

1955 To euerie purpose: O thou touch of hearts,

Thinke thy slaue‑man rebels, and by thy virtue

Set them into confounding oddes, that Beasts

May haue the world in Empire.

Ape.

Would 'twere so,

1960 But not till I am dead. Ile say th'hast Gold:

Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly.

Tim.

Throng'd too?

Ape.

Tim.

Thy backe I prythee.

Ape.

1965 Liue, and loue thy misery.

Tim.

Long liue so, and so dye. I am quit.

Ape.

Mo things like men,

Eate Timon, and abhorre then.

Exit Apeman.

Enter the Bandetti.

[1969] Where should he haue this Gold? It is some poore [l. 1970] Fragment, some slender Ort of his remainder: the meere [l. 1971] want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, droue [l. 1972] him into this Melancholly.

It is nois'd

He hath a masse of Treasure.

[1975] Let vs make the assay vpon him, if he care not for't, [l. 1976] he will supply vs easily: if he couetously reserue it, how [l. 1977] shall's get it?

True: for he beares it not about him:

'Tis hid.

1980 Is not this hee?

All.

Where?

'Tis his description.

He? I know him.

All.

Saue thee Timon.

Tim.

1985 Now Theeues.

All.

Soldiers, not Theeues.

Tim.

Both too, and womens Sonnes.

All.

We are not Theeues, but men

That much do want.

Tim.
1990 Your greatest want is, you want much of meat:
Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes:
Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs:
The Oakes beare Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps,
The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush,
1995 Layes her full Messe before you. Want? why Want?

We cannot liue on Grasse, on Berries, Water,

As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes.

Ti.
Nor on the Beasts themselues, the Birds & Fishes,
You must eate men. Yet thankes I must you con,
2000 That you are Theeues profest: that you worke not
In holier shapes: For there is boundlesse Theft
In limited Professions. Rascall Theeues
Heere's Gold. Go, sucke the subtle blood o'th'Grape,
Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth,
2005 And so scape hanging. Trust not the Physitian,
His Ant[.]dotes are poyson, and he slayes
Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together,
Do Villaine do, since you protest to doo't.
Like Workemen, Ile example you with Theeuery:
2010 The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraction
Robbes the vaste Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe,
And her pale fire, she snatches from the Sunne.
The Seas a Theefe, whose liquid Surge, resolues
The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,
2015 That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne
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 selues, away,
Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,
2020 All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go,
Breake open shoppes, nothing can you steale
But Theeues do loose it: steale lesse, for this I giue you,
And Gold confound you howsoere: Amen.

[2024] Has almost charm'd me from my Profession, by per [l. 2025] swading me to it.

[2026] 'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduises [l. 2027] vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery.

Ile beleeue him as an Enemy,

And giue ouer my Trade.

[2030] Let vs first see peace in Athens, there is no time so [l. 2031] miserable, but a man may be true.

Exit Theeues.

Enter the Steward to Timon.

Stew.
Oh you Gods!
Is yon'd despise'd and ruinous man my Lord?
Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument
2035 And wonder of good deeds, euilly bestow'd!
What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made?
What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends,
Who can bring Noblest mindes, to basest ends.
How rarely does it meete with this times guise,
2040 When man was wisht to loue his Enemies:
Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo
Those that would mischeefe me, then those that doo.
[2043] Has caught me in his eye, I will present my honest griefe
                                     [l. 2044] vnto him; and as my Lord, still serue him with my life.
2045 My deerest Master.

Tim.

Away: what art thou?

Stew.

Haue you forgot me, Sir?

Tim.

Why dost aske that? I haue forgot all men.

Then, if thou grunt'st, th'art a man.

2050 I haue forgot thee.

Stew.

An honest poore seruant of yours.

Tim.

Then I know thee not:

I neuer had honest man about me, I all

I kept were Knaues, to serue in meate to Villaines.

Stew.

2055 The Gods are witnesse,

Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe

For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.

Tim.
What, dost thou weepe?
Come neerer, then I loue thee
2060 Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue,
But thorow Lust and Laughter: pittie's sleeping:
Strange times yt weepe with laughing, not with weeping.

Stew.

I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,

2065 T'accept my greefe, and whil'st this poore wealth lasts,

To entertaine me as your Steward still.

Tim.
Had I a Steward
So true, so iust, and now so comfortable?
It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
2070 Let me behold thy face: Surely, this man
Was borne of woman.
Forgiue my generall, and exceptlesse rashnesse
You perpetuall sober Gods. I do proclaime
One honest man: Mistake me not, but one:
2075 No more I pray, and hee's a Steward.
How faine would I haue hated all mankinde,
And thou redeem'st thy selfe. But all saue thee,
I fell with Curses.
Me thinkes thou art more honest now, then wise:
2080 For, by oppressing and betraying mee,
Thou{p. 95}Timon of Athens.Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice:
For many so arriue at second Masters,
Vpon their first Lords necke. But tell me true,
(For I must euer doubt, though ne're so sure)
2085 Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous,
If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts,
Expecting in returne twenty for one?

Stew.
No my most worthy Master, in whose brest
Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac'd too late:
2090 You should haue fear'd false times, when you did Feast.
Suspect still comes, where an estate is least.
That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue,
Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde;
Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
2095 My most Honour'd Lord,
For any benefit that points to mee,
Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me, by making rich your selfe.

Tim.
2100 Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man,
Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie
Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy,
But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men:
Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,
2105 But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone,
Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges
What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em,
Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods
And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,
2110 And so farewell, and thriue.

Stew.

O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master.

Tim.

If thou hat'st Curses

stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free:

Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee.

Exit

[Act 5, Scene 1] §

Enter Poet, and Painter.

Pain.

[2115] As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre [l. 2116] where he abides.

Poet.

What's to be thought of him?

Does the Rumor hold for true,

That hee's so full of Gold?

Painter.
2120 Certaine.
Alcibiades reports it: Phrinica and Timandylo
                     
Had Gold of him. He likewise enrich'd
Poore stragling Souldiers, with great quantity.
'Tis saide, he gaue vnto his Steward
2125 A mighty summe.

Poet.

Then this breaking of his,

Ha's beene but a Try for his Friends?

Painter.
Nothing else:
You shall see him a Palme in Athens againe,
2130 And flourish with the highest:
Therefore, 'tis not amisse, we tender our loues
To him, in this suppos'd distresse of his:
It will shew honestly in vs,
And is very likely, to loade our purposes
2135 With what they trauaile for,
If it be a iust and true report, that goes
Of his hauing.

Poet.

What haue you now

To present vnto him?

Painter.

2140 Nothing at this time

But my Visitation: onely I will promise him

An excellent Peece.

Poet.

I must serue him so too;

Tell him of an intent that's comming toward him.

Painter.
2145 Good as the best.
Promising, is the verie Ayre o'th'Time;
It opens the eyes of Expectation.
Performance, is euer the duller for his acte,
And but in the plainer and simpler kinde of people,
2150 The deede of Saying is quite out of vse.
To Promise, is most Courtly and fashionable;
Performance, is a kinde of Will or Testament
Which argues a great sicknesse in his iudgement
That makes it.

Enter Timon from his Caue.

Timon.

2155 Excellent Workeman,

Thou canst not paint a man so badde

As is thy selfe.

Po[.]t.
I am thinking
What I shall say I haue prouided for him:
2160 It must be a personating of himselfe:
A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity,
With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries
That follow youth and opulencie.

Timon.

Must thou needes

2165 Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke?

Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men?

Do so, I haue Gold for thee.

Poet.

Nay let's seeke him.

Then do we sinne against our owne estate,

2170 When we may profit meete, and come too late.

Painter.

True:

When the day serues before blacke‑corner'd night;

Finde what thou want'st, by free and offer'd light.

Come.

Tim.
2175 Ile meete you at the turne:
What a Gods Gold, that he is worshipt
In a baser Temple, then where Swine feede?
'Tis thou that rig'st the Barke, and plow'st the Fome,
Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue,
2180 To thee be worshipt, and thy Saints for aye:
Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay.
Fit I meet them.

Poet.

Haile worthy Timon.

Pain.

Our late Noble Master.

Timon.

2185 Haue I once liu'd

To see two honest men?

Poet.
Sir:
Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends falne off,
2190 Whose thankelesse Natures (O abhorred Spirits)
Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough.
What, to you,
Whose Starre‑like Noblenesse gaue life and influence
To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer
2195 The[.]monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude
With any size of words.

Timon.

Let it go,

Naked men may see't the better:

You that are honest, by being what you are,

2200 Make them best seene, and knowne.

Pain.

He, and my selfe

Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts,

And sweetly felt it.

Timon.

I, you are honest man.

Painter.

2205 We are hither come

To offer you our seruice.

Timon.

Most honest men:

Why {p. 96} Timon of Athens.

Why how shall I requite you?

Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no?

Both.

2210 What we can do,

Wee'l do to do you seruice.

Tim.

Y'are honest men,

Y'haue heard that I haue Gold,

I am sure you haue, speake truth, y'are honest men.

Pain.

2215 So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore

Came not my Friend, nor I.

Timon.

Good honest men: Thou draw'st a counterfet

Best in all Athens, th'art indeed the best,

Thou counterfet'st most liuely.

Pain.

2220 So, so, my Lord.

Tim.
E'ne so sir as I say. And for thy fiction,
Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth,
That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art.
But for all this (my honest Natur'd friends)
2225 I must needs say you haue a little fault,
Marry 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
You take much paines to mend.

Both.

Beseech your Honour

To make it knowne to vs.

Tim.

2230 You'l take it ill.

Both.

Most thankefully, my Lord.

Timon.

Will you indeed?

Both.

Doubt it not worthy Lord.

Tim.

Theres's neuer a one of you but trusts a Knaue,

2235 That mightily deceiues you.

Both.

Do we, my Lord?

Tim.
I, and you heare him cogge,
See him dissemble,
Know his grosse patchery, loue him, feede him,
2240 Keepe in your bosome, yet remaine assur'd
That he's a made‑vp‑Villaine.

Pain.

I know none such, my Lord.

Poet.

Nor I.

Timon.
Looke you,
2245 I loue you well, Ile giue you Gold
Rid me these Villaines from your companies;
Hang them, or stab them, drowne them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
Ile giue you Gold enough.

Both.

2250 Name them my Lord, let's know them.

Tim.
You that way, and you this:
But two in Company:
Each man a part, all single, and alone,
Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company:
2255 If where thou art, two Villaines shall not be,
Come not neere him. If thou would'st not recide
But where one Villaine is, then him abandon.
Hence, packe, there's Gold, you came for Gold ye slaues:
You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence,
2260 You are an Alcumist, make Gold of that:
Out Rascall dogges.

Exeunt

Enter Steward, and two Senators.

Stew.

It is vaine that you would speake with Timon:

For he is set so onely to himselfe,

That nothing but himselfe, which lookes like man,

2265 Is friendly with him.

1. Sen.

Bring vs to his Caue.

It is our part and promise to th'Athenians

To speake with Timon.

2. Sen.
At all times alike
2270 Men are not still the same: 'twas Time and Greefes
That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand,
Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes,
The former man may make him: bring vs to him
And chanc'd it as it may.

Stew.
2275 Heere is his Caue:
Peace and content be heere. Lord Timon, Timon,
Looke out, and speake to Friends: Th'Athenians
By two of their most reuerend Senate greet thee:
Speake to them Noble Timon.

Enter Timon out of his Caue.

Tim.
2280 Thou Sunne that comforts burne,
Speake and be hang'd:
For each true word, a blister, and each false
Be as a Cantherizing to the root o'th'Tongue,
Consuming it with speaking.

2285 Worthy Timon.

Tim.

Of none but such as you,

And you of Timon.

The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon.

Tim.

I thanke them,

2290 And would send them backe the plague,

Could I but catch it for them.

1
O forget
What we are sorry for our selues in thee:
The Senators, with one consent of loue,
2295 Intreate thee backe to Athens, who haue thought
On speciall Dignities, which vacant lye
For thy best vse and wearing.

2
They confesse
Toward thee, forgetfulnesse too generall grosse;
2300 Which now the publike Body, which doth sildome
Play the re‑canter, feeling in it selfe
A lacke of Timons ayde, hath since withall
Of it owne fall, restraining ayde to Timon,
And send forth vs, to make their sorrowed render,
2305 Together, with a recompence more fruitfull
Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme,
I euen such heapes and summes of Loue and Wealth,
As shall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their loue,
2310 Euer to read them thine.

Tim.

You witch me in it;

Surprize me to the very brinke of teares;

Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes,

And Ile beweepe these comforts, worthy Senators.

1
2315 Therefore so please thee to returne with vs,
And of our Athens, thine and ours to take
The Captainship, thou shalt be met with thankes,
Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name
Liue with Authoritie: so soone we shall driue backe
2320 Of Alcibiades th'approaches wild,
Who like a Bore too sauage, doth root vp
His Countries peace.

And shakes his threatning Sword

Against the walles of Athens.

2325 Therefore Timon.

Tim.

Well sir, I will: therefore I will sir thus:

If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen,

Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

That Timon cares not. But if he sacke faire Athens,

2330 And take our goodly aged men by'th'Beards,

Giuing our holy Virgins to the staine

Of contumelious, beastly, mad‑brain'd warre:

Then let him know, and tell him Timon speakes it,

In {p. 97} Timon of Athens.

In pitty of our aged, and our youth,

2335 I cannot choose but tell him that I care not,

And let him tak't at worst: For their Kniues care not,

While you haue throats to answer. For my selfe,

There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe,

But I do prize it at my loue, before

2340 The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you

To the protection of the prosperous Gods,

As Theeues to Keepers.

Stew.

Stay not, all's in vaine.

Tim.
Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
2345 It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse
Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still,
Be Alcibiades your plague; you his,
And last so long enough.

2350 We speake in vaine.

Tim.

But yet I loue my Country, and am not

One that reioyces in the common wracke,

As common bruite doth put it.

That's well spoke.

Tim.

2355 Commend me to my louing Countreymen.

These words become your lippes as they passe tho
row them.

And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers

In their applauding gates.

Tim.
Commend me to them,
2360 And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,
Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,
Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes
That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine
In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,
2365 Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.

I like this well, he will returne againe.

Tim.
I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,
That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,
And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,
2370 Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that who so please
To stop Affliction, let him take his haste;
Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,
And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.

Stew.

2375 Trouble him no further, thus you still shall

Finde him.

Tim.
Come not to me againe, but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his euerlasting Mansion
Vpon the Beached Verge of the salt Flood,
2380 Who once a day with his embossed Froth
The turbulent Surge shall couer; thither come,
And let my graue‑stone be your Oracle:
Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end:
What is amisse, Plague and Infection mend.
2385 Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine;
Sunne, hide thy Beames, Timon hath done his Raigne.

Exit Timon.

[2387] His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na [l. 2388] ture.

Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,

2390 And straine what other meanes is left vnto vs

In our deere perill.

It requires swift foot.

Exeunt.

[Act 5, Scene 2] §

Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger.

Thou hast painfully discouer'd: are his Files

As full as thy report?

Mes.

2395 I haue spoke the least.

Besides his expedition promises present approach.

We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.

Mes.
I met a Currier, one mine ancient Friend,
Whom though in generall part we were oppos'd,
2400 Yet our old loue made a particular force,
And made vs speake like Friends. This man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timons Caue,
With Letters of intreaty, which imported
His Fellowship i'th'cause against your City,
2405 In part for his sake mou'd.

Enter the other Senators.

Heere come our Brothers.

No talke of Timon, nothing of him expect,

The Enemies Drumme is heard, and fearefull scouring

Doth choake the ayre with dust: In, and prepare,

2410 Ours is the fall I feare, our Foes the Snare.

Exeunt

[Act 5, Scene 3] §

Enter a Souldier in the Woods, seeking Timon.

Sol.
By all description this should be the place.
Whose heere? Speake hoa. No answer? What is this?
Tymon is dead, who hath out‑stretcht his span,
Some Beast reade this; There do's not liue a Man.
2415 Dead sure, and this his Graue, what's on this Tomb,
I cannot read: the Charracter Ile take with wax,
Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill;
An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes:
Before proud Athens hee's set downe by this,
2420 Whose fall the marke of his Ambition is.

Exit.

[Act 5, Scene 4] §

Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers
before Athens.

Alc.
Sound to this Coward, and lasciuious Towne,
Our terrible approach.
Sounds a Parly.
The Senators appeare vpon the wals.
Till now you haue gone on, and fill'd the time
With all Licentious measure, making your willes
2425 The scope of Iustice. Till now, my selfe and such
As slept within the shadow of your power
Haue wander'd with our trauerst Armes, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong
2430 Cries (of it selfe) no more: Now breathlesse wrong,
Shall sit and pant in your great Chaires of ease,
And pursie Insolence shall breake his winde
With feare and horrid flight.

1. Sen.
Noble, and young;
2435 When thy first greefes were but a meere conceit,
Ere thou had'st power, or we had cause of feare,
We sent to thee, to giue thy rages Balme,
To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues
Aboue their quantitie.

2
2440 So did we wooe
Transformed Timon, to our Citties loue
By humble Message, and by promist meanes:
We were not all vnkinde, nor all deserue
The common stroke of warre.

1
2445 These walles of ours,
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
You haue receyu'd your greefe: Nor are they such,
That these great Towres, Trophees, & Schools shold fall
For priuate faults in them.

2450 Nor are they liuing

Who {p. 98} Timon of Athens.

Who were the motiues that you first went out,

(Shame that they wanted, cunning in excesse)

Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord,

Into our City with thy Banners spred,

2455 By decimation and a tythed death;

If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food

Which Nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth,

And by the hazard of the spotted dye,

Let dye the spotted.

1
2460 All haue not offended:
For those that were, it is not square to take
On those that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands
Are not inherited, then deere Countryman,
Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
2465 Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard,
Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth,
But kill not altogether.

2470 What thou wilt,

Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile,

Then hew too't, with thy Sword.

Set but thy foot

Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall ope:

2475 So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,

To say thou't enter Friendly.

2
Throw thy Gloue,
Or any Token of thine Honour else,
That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,
2480 And not as our Confusion: All thy Powers
Shall make their harbour in our Towne, till wee
Haue seal'd thy full desire.

Alc.
Then there's my Gloue,
Defend and open your vncharged Ports,
2485 Those Enemies of Timons, and mine owne
Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe,
Fall and no more; and to attone your feares
With my more Noble meaning, not a man
Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame
2490 Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds,
But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes
At heauiest answer.

Both.

'Tis most Nobly spoken.

Alc.

Descend, and keepe your words.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes.
2495 My Noble Generall, Timon is dead,
Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea,
And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which
With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression
Interprets for my poore ignorance.

Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.

2500 Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,
Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left:
Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate,
Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate.
These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
2505 Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes,
Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which
From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye
On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead
2510 Is Noble Timon, of whose Memorie
Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,
And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword:
Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each
Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.
2515 Let our Drummes strike.

Exeunt.

FINIS.

{p. 99}

THE
ACTORS
NAMES. §

TYMON of Athens.
Lucius, And
Lucullus, two Flattering Lords.
Appemantus, a Churlish Philosopher.
Sempronius another flattering Lord.
Alcibiades, an Athenian Captaine.
Poet.
Painter.
Ieweller.
Merchant.
Certaine Senatours.
Certaine Maskers.
Certaine Theeues.
Flaminius, one of Tymons Seruants.
Seruilius, another.
- Caphis.}
- Varro.
- Philo.
- Titus.
- Lucius.
- Hortensis
Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers.
Ventigius. one of Tymons false Friends.
Cupid.
Sempronius.
With diuers other Seruants,
And Attendants.

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THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS. §

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

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[Act 1, Scene 2] §

[Act 2, Scene 1] §

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[Act 3, Scene 1] §

[Act 3, Scene 2] §

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[Act 3, Scene 4] §

[Act 3, Scene 5] §

[Act 3, Scene 6] §

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[Act 5, Scene 1] §

[Act 5, Scene 2] §

[Act 5, Scene 3] §

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THE ACTORS NAMES. §

THE LIFE OF TYMON
OF ATHENS. §

THE
ACTORS
NAMES. §