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} Mistresses to Alcibiades.

Persons Kepresented. Timos, a noble Athenian.

Titus, LUCIUS,


Servants to Timon's Creditors. LUCULLUS, Lords and Flatterers of Timon. HORTENSIUS, SEMPRONIUS,

Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends.

ISIDORE ; two of Timon's Creditors. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.

CUPID and Maskers. Three Strangers. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.

Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon.

An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.

Timon's Servants.


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

Thieves, and Attendants.
SCENE-Athens; and the Woods adjoining.


'Tis a good piece.
Art first.

Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excel.
Pain. Indifferent.

[lent. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in Timon's House.


Admirable: How this grace Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Others, at several Doors.

This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Poet. Good day, sir.

Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Pain.

I am glad you are well. One might interpret.
Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. the world ? Here is a touch ; Is't good ?
Ay, that's well known:

I'll say of it,
But what particular rarity? what strange, It tutors nature: artificial strife
Which manifold record not matches ? See, Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. How this lord's follow'd !

Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Poet. The senators of Athens : Happy men!
Mer. 0, 'tis a worthy lord !

Pain. Look, more!

[of visitors. Nay, that's most fix'd. Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as I have, in this rough work, sháp'd out a man, it were,

Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug To an untirable and continuate goodness: With amplest entertainment: My free drift He passes.

Halts not particularly, but moves itself Jeu.

I have a jewel here. (mon, sir? In a wide sea of wax: no leveli'd malice Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the Lord Ti- Infects one comma in the course I hold; Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, that

(vile, Leaving no tract behind. Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the Pain. How shall I understand you ? It stains the glory in that happy verse


I'll unbolt to you. Which aptly sings the good.

You see how all conditions, how all minds Mer.

'Tis a good form. (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as

(Looking at the Jewel. Of grave and austere quality), tender down Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune,

Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, To the great lord.

,,[dedication Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Poet.

A thing slipp'd idly from me. All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

flatterer From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i'the flint To A pemantus, that few things loves better Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Than to abhor himself: even he drups down Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies The knee before him, and returns in peace Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Most

rich in Timon's nod. Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes your Pain.

I saw them speak together. book forth?

Poel. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Poel. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' tho Let's see your piece.



Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, On whom I may confer what I have got:
That labour on the bosom of this sphere The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
To propagate their states: amongst them all, And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
Wiose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, In qualities of the best. This man of thine
One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame, Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her: Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Whose present grace to present slaves and ser-'Myself have spoke in vain,
Translates his rivals.

(vants Tim.

The man is honest. Pain.

'Tis conceiv'd to scope. ou Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
This throne,this Fortune and this hill,methinks, His honesty rewards him in itself,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, It must not bear my daughter.
Bowing his head against the steepy mount Tim.

Does she love him?
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Old Ath. She is young, and apt ;
In our condition.

Our own precedent passions do instruct us Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on: What levity's in youth. All those which were his fellows, but of late Tim. [To LuciLIUS.) Love you the maid ? (Some better than his value), on the moment Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

missing, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him I call the gods to witness, I will choose Drink the free air.

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these? And dispossess her all. Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, of mood,

If she be mated with an equal husband ? Spurns down herlate belov'd, all his dependants, Ou Ath. Three talents, on the present; in Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, future, all.

long; Even on their knees and hands, let him slip Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me down,

To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Not one accompanying his declining foot. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: Pain. "Tis common :

What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, A thousand moral paintings I can show, And make him weigh with her. That shall demonstrate these quick blows of OU Ath.

Most noble lord, fortune

Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my To show Lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen promise,

(may The foot above the head.

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended : the Ser- That state or fortune fall into my keeping, vant of VENTIDIUS talking with him. Which is not ow'd to you! Imprison d is he, say you?

[Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. l'en. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live his debt;

your lordship!

(apon; His means most short, his creditors most strait: Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me Your honourable letter he desires

Go not away.-What have you there,my friend? To those have shut him up; which falling to him, Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Periods his comfort.

Your lordship to accept.
Noble Ventidius! Well:


Painting is welcome. I am not of that feather to shake off (him The painting is almost the natural man; My friend when he must need me. I do know For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, A gentleman that well deserves a help, [him. He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free Even such as they give out. I like your work;

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever biuds him. And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance T'im. Commend me to him: I will send his Till you hear further from me. ransome;


The gods preserve you! And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me; Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

your hand; But to support him after.-Fare you well. We must needs dine together.--Sir, your jewel V'en. Serv. All happpiness to your honour! Hath suffer'd under praise.

[Exit. Jew.

What, my lord ? dispraise ? Enter an old Athenian,

Tim. A meer satiety of commendations. oid Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extolli'd, Tim.

Freely, good father. It would unclew me quite. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.

My lord, 'tis rated Tim. I have so: What of him? (fore thee. As those, wbich sell, would give : But you well Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man be know, Tim. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius ! Things of like value, differing in the owners, Enter LUCILIUS.

Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, Lur, Here, at your lordship's service. You mend the jewel by wearing it. Ou Ata. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this Tim.

Well mock'd. thy creature,

Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the comBy night frequents my house. I am a man

mon tongue, That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Which all men speak with lim. And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid? Than one which holds a trencher.

Enter APEM AXTUR. Tim.

Well: what further? Jer. We will bear, with your lordship. Ol Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,


He'll spare none.



Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman- Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your tus!

[row; sights.Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Most welcome, sir !

[They salute. honest. know'st them not. Арет. .

So, 80; there! Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou Aches contract and starve your supple joints !-Apem. Are they not Athenians?

That there should be small love 'mongst these Tim. Yes.

sweet knaves,

(out Apem. Then I repent not.

And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Into baboon and monkey,

(feed Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call thee by

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I Tém. Thou art proud, A pemantus. I thy name. Most hungrily on your sight.. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not


Kight welcome, sir : Tim. Whither art going? [like Tinion. Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time A pem. To knock out an honest Athenian's In different pleasures. 'Pray yet, let us in. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. (brains,

[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by

Enter two Lords. the law.


1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Tim. How likest thou this picture, A peman

Apem. Time t) be honest. Apem. The best for the innocence.

1 Lord. That ime serves still. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still Apen. He wrought better that made the

oinit'st it. painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

2 Lord. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Pain. You are a dog,

Apem. Ay; to see meat till knaves, and wine Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's

heat fools. she, if I be a dog.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Tim. Wilt dine with me, A pemantus ?

Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell Apem. No; I eat not lords.

2 Lord. Why. Apemantus?

(twice. Tim. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies. Apeni. O, they eat lords ; so they come by I mean to give thee none !

Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for great bellies.

1 Lord. Hang thyself. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it; Take it for make thy requests to thy friend.

Apen. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; thy labour.

(mantus ? Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Ape- thee hence.

2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn Apen. Not so well as plain dealing, which

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the will not cost a man a doit.


Erit. Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, Apem. Not worth my thinking.- How now,

shall we in Poet. How now, philosopher ? (poet? Aud taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes Apem. Thou liest.

The very heart of kindness.

(gold, Poet. Art not one ?

2 Lord. He pours it out; Platus, the god of Apem. Yes.

Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Poet. Then I lie not.

Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, Apem. Art not a poet ?

But breeds the giver a return exceeding Poet. Yes,

All use of quittance. Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work,

1 Lord.

The noblest mind be carries, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.

That ever govern'd man.

(we in Port. That's not feign'd, he is so.

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall Apem, Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

(Exeunt. thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that

SCENE II. I were a lord !

The same. A Room of State in Timon's House. Tim. What would'st do then, A pemantus ?

Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet Apem. Even as A pemantus does now, hate & lord with my heart.

served in; FLAVIUS and others attending ; then, Tim. What, thyself?


SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with Apem. Ay.

VENTIDIUS, and Attendants.

Then comes dropTim. Wherefore? Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.-

ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Art not thou a merchant ?

Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd Ti Ay, Apemantus.

[not! the gods to remember Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will My father's age, and call him to long peace. Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.

He is gone happy, and has left me rich : Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god con- Then, as in greatful virtue I am bound fonnd thee!

To your free heart, I do return those talents. Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose Tim. What trumpet's that?

I deriv'd liberty.

[help Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and


O, by no means, Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Honest Ventidins : yon mistake my love; Tin. 'Pray entertain them; give them guide I gave it freely ever; and there's none to us.

[Exeunt some Attendants. Can truly say, he gives, if he receives : You must needs dine with me :-Go not you If our betters play at that game we must not dare hence,

(done, To imitate them : Faults that are rich, are fair. Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's Ven. A noble spirit.


They all stand ceremoniously looking on Timox. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of eneTim.

Nay, my lords, ceremony mies, than a dinner of friends. Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss

Alcib. So they were bleeding new, my lord, On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

there's no meat like them; I could wish my Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;[none best friend at such a feast. But where there is true friendship, there needs Apem. 'Would all those flatteries were thine 'Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit

. and bid me to 'em. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have contess'd it. 1 Lord Might we but have that happiness, my

Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have lord, that you woulů once use our hearts, whereyou not?

by we might express some part of our zeals, we T'im. O, A pemantus! you are welcome. should think ourselves for ever perfect. Apem.

Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the You shall not make me welcome :

gods themselves have provided that I shall have I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. much help from you: How had you been my Tim. Fie, thou art a churl: you have got a friends else? why have you that charitable title humour there

from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to Docs not become a man, 'tis much to blame : my heart? I have told more of you to myself, They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, than you can with modesty speak in your own But yond' mau's ever angry.

behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you Go, let him have a table by himself;

gods, think I, what need we have any friends, For he does neither affect company,

if we should never have need of them ? they Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

were the most needless creatures living, should Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon; we ne'er have use for them: and would most I coine to observe; I give thee warning on't. resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases,

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would have often wished myself poorer, that I might have no power: 'prythee, let my meat make come nearer to you.' We are born to do benethce silent.

(for I should fits: and what better or properer can we call Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, our own, than the riches of our friends ? 0, what Ne'er flatter thee.-0 you gods; what a number a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! brothers, commanding one another's fortunes It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born In one man's blood; and all the madness is, Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to Hle cheers them up too.

forget their faults, I drink to you. I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men : & pem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Methinks they should invite them without Timon.

eyes, knives;

2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. And, at that instance, like a babe sprung up. There's much example fort; the fellow, that Apem. Ho ! ho! I laugh to think that babe a Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and bastard.

(me mush. The breatù of him in a divided draught, (pledges 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been Apem. Much!

[Tuchet souniled. If I

(prov'd. Tim. What means that trump?-How now? Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at

Enter a Servant. meals;

(notes: Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous ladies most desirous of admittance.

Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain Great men should drink with harness on their

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills? throats.

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health

my lord, which bears that office, to signify their 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.

pleasures. Apem.

Flow this way!

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. A brave fellow l-he keeps his tides well. Timon,

[look ill.

Enter CUPID. Those healths will make thee, and thy state,

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;--and to all

That of his bounties taste --The five best senses
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: Acknowledge thee their patrou; and come freeiy
This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : The ear,
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table

Immortil gods, I crave no pelf;

They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
I pray for no man, but myself:

Tim. They are welcome all: let them have Grant I may never prove so fond

kind admittance : To trust man on his oath or bond;

Musick, make their welcome. [Exit CUPID Or a harlot, for h r werping;

1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are Or a dog, that seems a sleeping :

belov'd. Or a keeper, with my freedom;

Musick. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies Or my friends, if I should need 'em. as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing Amen. 80 fall to't :

and playing, Rich men sin, and I eat root.

Apem. Hey-day, what a sweep of vanity comes

[Ents and drinks. They dance! they are mad women. [this way Mich good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Like madness is the glory of this life,

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your beart's in the As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root. field now.

(lord. We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves; Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my And spend our flatteries, to drink those mon,

[go round.

rise ;

Upon whose age we void it up again, He commands us to provide, and give With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, Great gifts, and all out of an empty coffer. that's not

Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears To show him what a beggar his heart is, Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' Being of no power to make his wishes good; gift?

His promises fly so beyond his state, I should fear, those that dance before me now, That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes Would one day stamp upon me: It has been for every word; he is so kind, that he now done;

Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of

Before I were forc d out! Timon; and, io show their loves, each singles out Happier is he that has no friend to feed, an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a

Than such as do even enemies exceed. lonty strain or two to the hautboy, and cense.

I bleed inwardly for my lord.

(Erit. Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, Much wrong; you bate too much of your own


You do yourselves fair ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,

merits:Which was not half so beautiful and kind;

Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. You have added worth unto't, and lively Instre,

2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will

receive it. And entertain'd me with mine own device; I am to thank you for it.

3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! 1 Indy. My lord, you take us even at the best. Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you

A per. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy: and would gave not huld taking, I doubt me.

Good words the other day of a bay courser Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet

I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. Attend you: Please you to dispose yourselves.

2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord,

in that. AU Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.

[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I Tim. Flavius,

know, no man Flav. My lord.

Can justly praise, but what he does affect: Tim,

The little casket bring me hither. I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; Flav. Yes, my lord.--More jewels yet!

I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.
AU Lords,

None so welcome. There is no crossing him in his honour;


Tim. I take all and your several visitations Else I should tell him,-Well i' faith, I should, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, "Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind ;'(could. And ne'er be weary:-- Alcibiades, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,

(Exit, and returns with the casket. It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living 1 Lord, Where be our men ?

Is 'mongst the dead: and all the lands thou hast Sru.

Here, my lord, in readiness. Lie in a pitch'd field. 2 Lord. Our horses.


Ay, defiled land, my lord. Tim. O, my friends, [lord,

1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,

Tim. I have one word to say to you: Look, my good

And so I must entreat you honour me so much,

Am I to you.

2 Lord. As to advance this jewel; accept and wear it,

So infinitely endeared, Kind my lord.

Tim, All to you.—Lights, more lights. 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,

1 Lord.

The best of happiness, AU. So are we all.

Honour, and fortune, keep with you, Lord
Enter a Servant.
Tim. Ready for his friends.

(Timon! Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the

(Exeunt ALCIDADES, Lords, dc. Newly aliyhted, and come to visit

What a coil's here! Арет.

you. (senate Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Serving of becks, and jutting out of buins ! Flav.

I beseech your honour, I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear

dregs : I pr'şthee, let us be provided (thee : Methinks, false hearts should never have sound To show them entertainment.

legs. Fav. I scarce know how. (Aside. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on

court'sies. Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the Lord ra be good to thee,

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, Lucius,

Apem. No, I'll nothing: for, if I should be Out of his free love, hath presented to you

brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

thee: and then thou would'st sin the faster. Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents Thou givest so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Enter a third Servant.

wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: What Be worthily entertain'd.- How now, what news? needs these feasts, pomps, and vaingloried ?

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable Tim. Nay, an you begin to rail on society gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your com- once, I am sworn, not to give regard to you. pany to-morrow to hunt with him: and has sent Farewell; and come with better musick. (Exit. your honour two braces of greyhounds.

Apem. So:—thou'lt not hear me now,--thou Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be shalt not then, i'll lock thy heaven from thee. Not without fair reward.

(receiv'd, O, that men's ears should be Flav. (Aside.)

What will this come to ? To council deaf, but not to flattery! Erit.

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