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Uncover, dogs, and lap.
Some speak. What does his Lordship mean?
Some other. I know not.
Tim. May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last,
Who stuck and spangled 2 / with your fatteries
Washes 3 /them off, and sprinkles in
Your reaking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time-flies,
Cap-and-knee Naves, vapors, and minute-jacks; *
Of man and beast the infinite + maladies
Crust you quite o'er ! - What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physick first
[Throwing the dishes at them, and drives 'em out.
Stay, I will lend thee mony, borrow none.
What! all in motion ? henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn house, sink Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon, man, and all humanity!
[Exit. Re-enter the Senators. i Sen. How now, my Lords? 2 Sen. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury? 3 Sen. Pifh ! did you see my cap? 4 Sen. I've lost my gown.
i Sen. He's but a mad Lord, and nought but humour (ways him. He gave me a jewel th'other day, and now he has beat it out of my cap. Did you see my jewel?
2 Sen. Did you see my cap?
3 Sen. Here'tis.
Sen. Here lyes my gown.
i Sen. Let's make no stay.
2 Sen. (a) Meaning probably the ignus fatuus often callid Jack with a lanthorn, appearing and vanishing in a minute.
old edit, Warb. emend. 3 it 4 malady
2 Sen. Lord Timon's mad. 3 Sen. I feel't upon my bones. 4 Sen. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
Without the walls of Athens.
ET me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdleft in those wolves! dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent ;
Obedience fail in children ; Naves and fools
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads: to general s 'filth
Convert o'th'instant, green virginity !
Do't in your parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trusters throats. Bound servants, ftcal;
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed ;
Thy mistress is 6 lith'' brothel. Son of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire,
And with it beat his brains out.
Fear and picty,
Religion to the Gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestick awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries!
And let confusion live! plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Aibens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold Sciatica,
Crifple our senators, that their limbs may halo
As 6 ơ th”
As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That’gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown theniselves in riot! Itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosie! breath infect breath,
That their society (as their friendship) may
Be meerly poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou 8/town detestable!!
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns :
Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
Th’ unkindest beast much kinder than mankind.
The Gods confound (hear me, you good Gods all)
Th’ Athenians both within and out that wall;
And grant as Timon grows, his hate may grow,
To the whole race of mankind high and low ! [Exit.
S CE N E II.
Enter Flavius with two or tbree Servants.
I Scr. HЕar you, good master fteward, where's our
Are we undone, cast off, nothing remaining?
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
Let it be recorded by the righteous Gods,
I am as poor as you.
i Ser. Such a house broke!
So noble a Master fall’n! all gone! and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him!
2 Ser. As we turn our backs
From our companion thrown into his grave,
So his familiars i from his buried fortunes
Slink all away, leave their false vows with him
8 deteftable town!
9 we do turn i to
Like empty purses pickd: and his poor felf,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-thunn'd poverty,
Walks, like Contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
Enter other Servants.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house !
3 Ser. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
That fee I by our faces ; we are fellows,
Serving alike in forrow. Leak'd is our bark,
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat : we must all part
Into the sea of air.
Flav. Good fellows all,
The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
Where-ever we shall meet, for Timon's fake,
Let's yet be fellows: shake our heads, and say,
(As 'cwere a knell unto our master's fortunes)
We bave seen better days. Let each take some ;
Nay, put out all your hands; not one word more,
Thus part we rich in forrow, parting poor.
(He gives them mony, they embrace and part several ways.
Oh the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us !
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempe?
Since riches point to misery and contempt!
Who'd be so mock'd with glory, as to live
But in a dream of friendship?
To have his pomp, and all what state compounds,
But only painted like his varnish'd friends?
Poor honest Lord! brought low by his own heart,
Undone by goodness: ftrange unusual blood,
When man's worst fin is, he does too much good.
Who then dares to be half so kind again?
For bounty, that makes Gods, does still mar men.
My dearest Lord, bleft to be most accursid,
Rich only to be wretched; thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind Lord!
He's Aung in rage from this ungrateful feat
Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to
Supply his life, or that which can command it :
I'll ? / follow after and enquire him out.
I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ;
Whilft I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
Tim. O Blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity: below thy sister's orb
Infect the air. Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
Whose procreation, residence, and birth
Scarce is 3 divided, touch with several fortunes,
The greater scorns the lesser : Not ev'n nature,
To whom all fores lay siege, can bear great fortune
But 4 'with contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and s/degrade that Lord,
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour:
It is the pasture lards the weather's sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say, This man's a flatterer ? if one be,
So are they all, for every greeze of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below. The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique,
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy. Then be abhorr'd,
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains.
Destruction phang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
[Digging the earth.
Who 2 follow, and 3 dividant,
5 deny't or denude 6 beggar's ... old edit. I'arb. emend.