SCENE V.-The same.


Tro. O traitor Diomed !--turn thy false face Enter DIOXRDES and a SERVANT.

thou traitor, Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse ! horse ;

Dio. Hal art thou there? Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Ajar. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Dia Fellow, commend my service to her beauty ;

med. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. And am her knight by proof.

Tro. Come both, you cogging + Greeks; bave Serv. I go, my lord. (Exit SERVANT.

at you both. (Exeunt, fighting Kater AGAYEMNON.

Enter HECTOR. Agaw. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hect. Yea, Troilus Oh! well fought my Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon

youngest brother Hatla Doreus prisoner:

Enter ACHILLES. And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam," l'pon the pashed + corses of the kings

Achil. Now do I see thee: Hal-Have at Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;

thee, Hector. Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt ;

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud TroSore hurt and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary

jan. Appala our numbers; baste we, Diomed, Be happy, that my arms are out of use : To reinforcement, or we perish all.

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,

But thou anon shalt bear of me again ;
Till when go seek thy fortune.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; Hect. Fare thee well :-
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame. I would have been much more a fresher man,
There is a thousand Hectors in the field :

Had I expected thee. How now, my brother
Now here he fights ou Galathe his horse,

Re-enter TROILUS.
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they Ay, or die, like scaled scullst Tro. Ajax bath ta'en Æneas ; Shall it be ?
Before the belching whale; then is lie yonder, No, by the fame of youder glorious heaven,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, He shall not carry t him ; I'll be taken too,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath : Or bring him off' :

-Fate, hear me what I say! Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and I reck g not though I end my life to-day. (Exit. Drexterity so obeying appetite,

takes ; That what he will be does; and does so much,

Enter one in sumptuous Armour, That proof is call'd impossibility.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

goodly mark :Enter ULYSSES.

No ? wilt thou not ?—I like thy armour well; Ulyss. Oh ! courage, courage, princes! great I'll frush | it, and unlock the rivets all, Achilles

But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,

abide 3
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance :
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Why, then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy bide.
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

(Exeunt. That doseless, handless, back'd and chipp'd, come to bim,

SCENE VII.--The same. Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Aum foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr. Roaring for Troilus ; who hath done to-day

midons ; Mad and fantastic execution;

Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel : Engaging and redeeming of himself,

Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in With such a careless force, and forceless care,

breath ; As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about ;

fu fellest manner execute your arms.
Enter AJAX.

Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye : Ajox. Troitus! thou coward Troilus! (Exit. It is decreed--Hector the great must die.

[Exeunt. Nest. 80, so, we draw together.

SCENE VIII.-The same.
Achit. Where is this Hector?

Enter MENAELAUS and PAR18, fighting : then Conne, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face ;

THERSITSS. know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector ? I will none but Hec- atit: Now, bull! now, dog ! 'Loo, Paris, 100 now

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are [Exeunt.

my double-henned sparrow 1 'loo, Paris, 'loo ! The SCENE FI.-Another part of the Field.

bull has the game ware horns, ho !

(Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter AJAX

Enter MARGARELON. jar. Troilas, thou coward Troilas, show thy Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Enter DIOMEDES.

Ther. What art thou ? Dio. Troilus, I say ! where's Troilus?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : 1

am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard Ajar. Were I the general thou should'st zitimate: one bear will not bite another, and

in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing ille. e that correction : -Troilus, I say? what, quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a + Brused, crushed.

. Not be a looken-on.

+ Lying.
I killer.
1 Prevail over. $ Care. | Burse.

1 Employ,

Bade him win all.

Die, Ay, there, there.


Ajar. What would'st thon?
Dio. I would correct binn.

• Lance 1 Shoal of Ash,

my lord.

whore Aght for a whore, he tempts judgment :

Enter TROILUS. Farewell, bastard.

Tro. Hector is slain. Mar. The devil take thee, coward !

All. Hector 1-The gods forbid ! (Exeunt. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,

(tield. SCBNE IX.-Another part of the field, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Enter HECTOR.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with

speed ! Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,

Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.

I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Now is my day's work done! I'll take good breath: And singer not our sure destructions on! Rest, sword ; thou hast thy full of blood and

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. deatd. 1

T'ro. You understand me not, that tell me to : (Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield I do not speak of fight, of fear, of death ; behind him.

But dare all imminence, that gods and men, Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Address their dangers in. Hector is gone !

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to Let him that will a screech-owl aye * be callid, set;

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : There is a word will Priam turs to stone ; Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires, Tc close the day up Hector's life is done. Cold statues of ine youth; and, in a word, Hect. I am unarm'd; forego tnis vantage, Scare Troy out of itself, Bul, march, away: Greek.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike ; this is the man Stay yet ;-You vile abominable tents.
I seek.

(Hector fulls. This proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains, 80, Ilion, fall thou uext! now, Troy, sink down ; Let Titan rise as early as he dare, Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy boue.-1'11 through and through you ! And thou greatOn, Myrinidons : and cry you all amain,

siz'd coward! Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates

(A Retreat sounded. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Hark I a retreat upon our Grecian part.

That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, Strike a free march to Troy !--with comfort go :

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads

Ereunt ÆNEAS and TROJANS. the earth, And, stickler + like, the armies separates. As Troilus is going out, enter from the other My ball-supp'd sword, that fraukly I would

side, PANDARUS. bave fed,

Pan. But hear you, hear you ! Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

Tro. Hence, broker lackey I ignomy : aud (Sheaths his sword,

shame Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; Along the field I will the Trojau trail. (Exeunt.

Pursue thy life, and live aye g with thy name !


SCENE X.The same.

A goodly med'cine for my aching

bones !--O world ! world! world! thus is the Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NES- poor agent despised ! o traitors and bawds, TOR, DIOMEDES, and others marching.

how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill Shouts within.

requited! Why should our endeavour be so

loved, and the peformance so loathed! what Agam. Hark! bark ! what shout is that?

verse for it? what instance for it 1-Let me Nest. Peace, drums. (Within] Achilles !

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: Dio. The bruit g is-Hector's slain and by

And being once subdued in armed tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ; Good traders in the flesh, set this

in your painted Great Hector was as good a man as he.

cloths. Il Agam. March patiently along :-Let oue be

As many as be here of Pander's hall, sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : If in his death the gods have us befriended,

Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Great Troy is our's, and our sharp wars are

Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.

Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, ended.

[Exeunt, marching. Some two months hence my will shall bere be SCENE XI.- Another part of the field.

It should be now, but that my fear is this, Enter ÆNEAS and TROJANS.

Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases,

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; field : Neve: go home : here starve we out the night.

• Ever. + Pitched.

Ignominy. • Take not this advantage.

1 Canvas hangings for rooms paiuted with oublems + An arbitrator - Athletic games. * Fattening and mottos.

Nuin, rumour.

see :

made ;

(Exit. Ever.

Pain, I am glad you are well,


THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, and

was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the
conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding
of hidden gold, (seo Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year
1640, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens,
called Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles go outrageously, was that ex.
quisitely beautiful Pkrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences,
by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of tbe law.
Alcibiades, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the ju-
trepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insiguificance in the
present production. Its relative merits, as to actiou and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnsop.
Ple describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan
there is not much art; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe
allarda a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no
benefits, and buys dattery but not friendship."

DRAMATIS PERSONE. Tivox, & noble Athenian.


of ISIDORE ; two of Timon's Cre. Lecullus, Lords, and Flatterers of

ditors. SEMPRONIUS, Timon.

Cupid, and MASKERS. L'EXTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends.

Three STRANGERS. APEXANTUS, a ckurlish Philosopher.


AN OLD ATHENIAN. Flavius, Steward to Timon.


Timon's Servants.


Servants to Timon's Credi-

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,

Thieves, and Attendonts.
SCENS: Athens; and the Woods adjoining.

Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon

Sir SCENE I.--Athens.-A Hall in Timor's

Jew. If he would touch the estimate : But, for


Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd aler Pour PAIXTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, it stains the glory in that happy verse

the vile, and others, at several Doors.

Which aptly sings the good.
Mer. 'Tis a good form.

(Looking at the Jewel.
How goes

Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you.
Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, sone


To the great lord. what particular rarity? what strange, cha manifeld record not matches? See,

Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. ic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power

Our poesy is as a gum, which ooze

From whence 'ris nourished: The fire i'the flint conjar'd to attend. U know the merchant. Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle name in Oknow them both ; t'other's a jeweller. Provokes itself, and, like the current, nies

Each bound it chases. What have you there? 1. A most incomparable man; breath’d, *

Pain. A picture, Sir.--And when comes your

book forth 1
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment • Sir.
Let's see your piece.
Pain. 'Tis a good piece.

Poet. So 'lis : this comes off well and excel.



}Mistresses to Alcibiades.


Poet. Good day, Sir.
Pret. I have not seen you long.

the world
Pair. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
*bet, Ay, that's well known :

fr. Obi tis a worthy lord. 16. Nay, that's most fix'd.

as it were, I untirable and continuate goodness : 1sses. + 5. I have a jewel here.

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• As soon as my hook has been presented to l'imon.



Pain. Indifferent.

That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for.
Poet. Admirable : How this grace

Speaks his own standing 1 what a mental power More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
This eye shoots forth! bow big imagination To show lord Timon, that mean eyeshave
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture The foot above the head

One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Here is a touch ; ls'i good ?

SERVANT OF VENTIDIUS talking with him. Poet. I'll say of it,

Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? It tutors nature: artificial strife

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

his debt; Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over.

His means most short, his creditors most strait :
Your honourable letter he desires

him, Pain. How this lord's follow'd !

To those have shut him up; which failing to
Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men ! Periods his comfort.
Pain. Look, more !

Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;
Poet. You see this confluence, this great food I am not of that feather to shake off [him
of visitors.

My friend when he must need me.

I do kwow
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, A gentleman that well deserves a help,
Whom this beneath world doch embrace and which he shall have : P'll pay the debt, and free

With amplest entertainment: My free drift Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Halts not particularly, + but moves itself

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send bis In a wide sea of wax: no leveli'd malice

ransom ; Infects one comina in the course I hold ; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him to come to But flies an eagle flight, hold, and forth on,

me :Leaving no tract behind.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Pain. How shall I understand you ?

But to support bim after.--Fare you well. Poet. I'll unbolt I to you.

Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour!
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
of grave and austere quality,) tender down

Enter an old ATHENIAN.
Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune, old Ath. Lord Timnon, hear me speak.
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Tim. Freely, good father.
Subdues and properties to his love and tend Old Ath. Thou hast a servant pam'd Lu.

All sorts of hearts ; yea, foom the glass-fac'd Tim. I have so : What of bim

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man
To Apemantus, that few things loves better

before thee.
Than to abhor himself : even he drops down Tim. Attends he here, or no 2-Lucilius!
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Pain. I saw them speak together.

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this hill,

thy creature, Feign's Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the By night frequents my house. I am a man mount

That from iny first have been inclin'd to thrift;
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Than one which holds a trencher
To propagate their states :ll amongst them all, Tim. Well ; what further?
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin
One do i personate of Jord Timon's frame,

Wbom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to On whom I may confer what I have got :

(vants The maid is fair, o’the youngest for a bride, Whose present grace to present slaves and ser- And I bave bred her at my dearest cost, Translates bis rivals.

In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Pain. 'Tis conceir'd to scope. [thinks, Attempts her love : 1 pr'ythee, noble lord,
This throne, this Fortune, and this bill, ine-Join with me to forbid him ber resort ;
With one man beckou'd from the rest below,. Myself have spoke in vain.
Bowing his head against the steepy mount

Tim. The man is honest.
To climb his happiness would be well express'd Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
In our condition.

His honesty rewards him in itsell,
Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:

It must not bear my daughter.
All those which were his fellows but of late, T'im. Does she love him?
(Some better than his value,) on the moment Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Follow his strides, bis Jobbies fill with tendance Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, What levity's in youth.
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Tim. [TO Lucilius.] Love you the maid !
Drink • the free air.

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and sbe accepts
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?

of it. Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be of mood,


missing, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend- I call the gods to witness, I will choose Which labour'd after bim to the mountain's top, Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip) And dispossess her all. down,

Tim. "How shall she be endow'd, Not one accompanying his declining foot.

If she be mated with an equal husband I Pain. 'Tis common :

Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in A thousand moral paintings I can show

futore, all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me • The contest of art with nature.

long : + My poem does not allude to any particular character. To build bis fortune, I will strain a little, Expllin.

*** Shewing, as a glass does by reflection, / For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : the uks of his patron. ditious of life, Whisperings of officious servility. • Inkale,

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What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Tim. AD thou should'st, thou'dst anger
And make him weigh with her.

ladies. Old Ath. Most noble lord,

Apem. Ohl they eat lords ; so they come by
Payn me to this your honour, she is his. great bellies.
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.

Apem. So thou appreheud'st it: Take it for Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never thy fabour.

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemay That state or fortone fall into my keeping,

mantus ? Which is not ow'd to you !

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which (Exeunt Lucilius and old ATHENTAN. will not cost a man a doit. Poet. Vouchsafe my labonr, and long live

Tim. What dost thou think 'lis worth? your lordship

Apen. Not worth my thinking.How now, Tim. I thank you; yon sball hear from me poet

Poet. How pow, philosopher 3
Go not away.--What have you there, my friend? Apem. Thou liest.

Poet. Art not one 1
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do be-
Your lordship to accept.

(seech Apem. Yes. Tim. Painting is welcome.

Poet. Then I lie not, The painting is almost the natural man;

Apem. Art not a poet?
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,

Poet. Yes.
He is bat outside: These pencil'd figures are Azem. Then thou liest : look in thy last
Ever such as they give out." I like your work, where thou hast feigu'd him a worthy
work ;

And you shall find, I like it : wait attendance Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Till you bear farther from ine.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Pair. The gods preserve you !

thee for thy labour : He that loves to be dat. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me tered, is worthy o'the fatterer. Heavens, that I your hand;

were a lord ! We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel

T'im. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Hath suffer'd under praise.

Apem. Even as Apemautus does now, hate a Jeu. What, my lord 1 dispraise $

lord with my heart. Tint. A mere satiety of commendations. Tim. What, thyself I If I should pay you fór't as 'tis extollid,

Apem. Ay. It fould unclevt me quite.

Tim. Wherefore 3 Jet. My lord, 'tis rated

[know, A pem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
As those, which sel!, would give : But you well Art not thou a merchant ?
Things of like value, differing in the owners,

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Are prized by their inasters : believe't, dear lord, Apem. Traffic coufound thee, if the gods will
You mend the jewel by wearing it.

pot! Tim. Well mock'd.

Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Mer. No, my good lord; be speaks the com Apen. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound mon tongue,

thee ! Which all men speak with him. Tix. Look, who comes bere. Will you be

Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT. chid 3

Tim. What trumpet's that?

Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

Some twenty borse, all of companionship.
Jew. We will bear with your lordship.

Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide

to us.- (Exeunt some Attendants. Tim. Gond morrow to thee, gentle Apeman- You must needs dine with me :-Go not you


[done, Apen. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor. Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's

(nonest. Show me this piece.- an joyful of your When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves sights.Tim. Why dost thou call them kuaves ? thou know'st them not.

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

Most welcome, Sir!

[They salute. Apem. So, 80 ; there!

Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

That there should be small love 'mongst these Apem. Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by

sweet knaves,

out And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Tina. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Iuto baboon and monkey. t
Apen. Of nothing so macb, as that I am not Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I
Most hangrily on your sight.


Tim. Righit welcome, sir :
Apem. To knock out an honest Atheniau's Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
Apen. Right, if doing nothing be death by

[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS,

Enter two Lorcs.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ?
Apen. The best, for the innocence.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted It?

A pem, Time to be honest. 4pem. He wrought better, that made the pain

1 Lord. That time serves still, and yet hie's but a filthy piece of work.

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still

omit'st it. Ipem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.

A pem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine "im. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?

heat fools.
2 Lard. Fare thee well, fare thee well,

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Mer. He'll spare none.


Tin. Yes,
Apm. Then I repent not.

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Tim. Whither art going?


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Pain. Yon are a dog.

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