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A room in Lucullus' house.
FLAMINIUS waiting.
Enter a Servant to him.

I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.

I thank you, sir. Enter LUCULLUS.

Here's my lord.


One of Lord Timon's men?
a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt
of a silver basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius,
honest Flaminius; you are very respectively
welcome, sir. Fill me some wine. [Exit Serv.]
And how does that honourable, complete,
free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy
very bountiful good lord and master? (12)

His health is well, sir.

I am right glad that his health is
well, sir: and what hast thou there under thy
cloak, pretty Flaminius?

'Faith, nothing but an empty box,
sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat
your honour to supply; who, having great
and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath
sent to your lordship to furnish him, nothing
doubting your presert assistance therein.

La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,'
says he? Alas, good lord! a noble gentleman
'tis, if he would not keep so good a house.
Many a time and often I ha' dined with him,
and told him on 't, and come again to supper
to him, of purpose to have him spend less, and
yet he would embrace no counsel, take no
warning by my coming. Every man has his
fault, and honesty is his: I ha' told him on't,
but I could ne'er get him from't. Re-enter Servant, with wine.

Please your lordship, here is the wine.

Flaminius, I have noted thee always
wise. Here's to thee.

Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

I have observed thee always for a
towardly prompt spirit--give thee thy due--and
one that knows what belongs to reason; and
canst use the time well, if the time use thee
well: good parts in thee. [To Serv.] Get
you gone, sirrah Exit Serv. Draw nearer,
honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman:
but thou art wise; and thou knowest well
enough, although thou comest to me, that this
is no time to lend money, especially upon bare
friendship, without security. Here's three solidares
for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.

Is't possible the world should so much differ, (50)

And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,

To him that worships thee! [Throwing the money back.

Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and
fit for thy master. [Exit.

May these add to the number that may scald thee!

Let molten coin be thy damnation,

Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!

Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,

It turns in less than two nights? O you gods, (59)

I feel my master's passion! this slave,

Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:

Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,

When he is turn'd to poison?

O, may disease only work upon't!

And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature

Which my lord paid for, be of any power

To expel sickness, but prolong his hour! [Exit.


A public place.
Enter Lucius, with three Strangers.

Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very
good friend, and an honourable gentleman.

First Stran.
We know him for no less,
though we are but strangers to him. But I can
tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear
from common rumours: now Lord Timon's
happy hours are done and past, and his estate
shrinks from him. (9)

Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot
want for money.

Sec. Stran.
But believe you this, my lord,
that, not long ago, one of his men was with the
Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay,
urged extremely for 't and showed what necessity
belonged to 't, and yet was denied.


Sec. Stran.
I tell you, denied, my lord.

What a strange case was that! now,
before the gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied
that honourable man! there was very little honour
showed in't. For my own part, I must
needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses
from him, as money, plate, jewels and
such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet,
had he mistook him and sent to me, I should
ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents. Enter SERVILIUS.

See, by good hap, yonder's my lord;
I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured
lord,-- [To Lucius.

Servilius! you are kindly met, sir.
Fare thee well: commend me to thy honourable
virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

May it please your honour, my lord
hath sent--

Ha! what has he sent? I am so much
endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: how
shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what
has he sent now?

Has only sent his present occasion
now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply
his instant use with so many talents. (42)

I know his lordship is but merry with me;

He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.

But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.

If his occasion were not virtuous,

I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Dost thou speak seriously, Servillius?

Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish
myself against such a good time, when I might
ha' shown myself honourable! how unluckily
it happened, that I should purchase the day
before for a little part, and undo a great deal
of honour! Servilius, now, before the gods, I
am not able to do,--the more beast, I say:--I
was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these
gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for
the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. Commend
me bountifully to his good lordship;
and I hope his honour will conceive the
fairest of me, because I have no power to be
kind: and tell him this from me, I count it
one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot
pleasure such an honourable gentleman.
Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far
as to use mine own words to him?

Yes, sir, I shall.

I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius. [Exit Servilius.

True, as you said, Simon is shrunk indeed;

And he that's once denied will hardly speed. [Exit.

First Stran.
Do you observe this, Hostilius? (70)

Sec. Stran.
Ay, too well.

First Stran.
Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece

Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him

His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in

My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,

And kept his credit with his purse,

Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money

Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks,

But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;

And yet--O, see the monstrousness of man

When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-- (81)

He does deny him, in respect of his,

What charitable men afford to beggars.

Third Stran.
Religion groans at it.

First Stran.
For mine own part,

I never tasted Timon in my life,

Nor came any of his bounties over me,

To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,

For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue

And honourable carriage,

Had his necessity made use of me, (90)

I would have put my wealth into donation,

And the best half should have return'd to him,

So much I love his heart: but, I perceive,

Men must learn now with pity to dispense;

For policy sits above conscience. [Exeunt.


A room in Sempronius' house.
Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON'S.

Must he needs trouble me in't,--hum!

--'bove all others?

He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;

And now Ventidius is wealthy too,

Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these

Owe their estates unto him.

My lord,

They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for

They have all denied him.

How! have they denied him?

Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?

And does he send to me? Three? hum!

It shows but little love or judgement in him: (11)

Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,

Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?

Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,

That might have known my place: I see no sense for't.

But his occasions might have woo'd me first;

For, in my conscience, I was the first man

That e'er received gift from him:

And does he think so backwardly of me now,

That I'll requite it last? No: (20)

So it may prove an argument of laughter

To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.

I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,

Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;

I 'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,

And with their faint reply this answer join;

Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. [Exit.

Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly
villain. The devil knew not what he did
when he made man politic; he crossed himself
by't: and I cannot think but, in the end,
the villanies of man will set him clear. How
fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes
virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that
under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms
on fire:

Of such nature is his politic love.

This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,

Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,

Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards

Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd (40)

Now to guard sure their master.

And this is all a liberal course allows;

Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. [Exit.


The same. A hall in Timon's house.
Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of TIMON'S creditors, waiting his coming out.

First Var. Serv.
Well met: good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

The like to you, kind Varro.


What, do we meet together?

Luc. Serv.
Ay, and I think

One business does command us all; for mine

Is money.

So is theirs and ours. Enter PHILOTUS.

Luc. Serv.
And Sir Philotus too!

Good day at once.

Luc. Serv.
Welcome, good brother.

What do you think the hour?

Labouring for nine.

Luc. Serv.
So much?

Is not my lord seen yet?

Luc. Serv.
Not yet. (10)

I wonder on 't; he was wont to shine at seven.

Luc. Serv.
Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him:

You must consider that a prodigal course

Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.

I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;

That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet

Find little.

I am of your fear for that.

I'll show you how to observe a strange event.

Your lord sends now for money.

Most true, he does.

And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, (20)

For which I wait for money.

It is against my heart.

Luc. Serv.
Mark, how strange it shows,

Timon in this should pay more than he owes:

And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,

And send for money for 'em.

I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:

I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,

And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

First Var. Serv.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?

Luc. Serv.
Five thousand mine. (30)

First Var. Serv.
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,

Your master's confidence was above mine;

Else, surely, his had equall'd. Enter FLAMINIUS.

One of Lord Timon's men.

Luc. Serv.
Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray,
is my lord ready to come forth?

No, indeed, he is not.

We attend his lordship; pray, signify
so much.

I need not tell him that; he knows
you are too diligent. [Exit. Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled.

Luc. Serv.
Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?

He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.

Do you hear, sir?

Sec. Var. Serv.
By your leave, sir,--

What do ye ask of me, my friend?

We wait for certain money here, sir.


If money were as certain as your waiting,

'Twere sure enough. (49)

Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,

When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?

Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts

And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws.

You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;

Let me pass quietly:

Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;

I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luc. Serv.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.

If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you;

For you serve knaves. [Exit.

First Var. Serv.
How! what does his cashiered
worship mutter?

Sec. Var. Serv.
No matter what; he's
poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can
speak broader than he that has no house to
put his head in? such may rail against great
buildings. Enter SERVILIUS.

O, here's Servilius; now we shall
know some answer.

If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to
repair some other hour, I should derive much
from 't; for, take't of my soul, my lord leans
wondrously to discontent: his comfortable
temper has forsook him; he's much out of
health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Serv.
Many do keep their chambers are not sick:

And, if it be so far beyond his health,

Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,

And make a clear way to the gods.

Good gods!

We cannot take this for answer, sir.


Servilius, help! My lord! my lord! Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS


What, are my doors opposed against my passage?

Have I been ever free, and must my house

Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?

The place which I have feasted, does it now,

Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

Luc. Serv.
Put it now, Titus.

My lord, here is my bill.

Luc. Serv.
Here's mine.

And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv.
And ours, my lord. (90)

All our bills.

Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.

Luc. Serv.
Alas, my lord,--

Cut my heart in sums.

Mine, fifty talents.

Tell out my blood.

Luc. Serv.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Five thousand drops pays that. What yours?--and yours?

First Var. Serv.
My lord,--

Sec. Var. Serv.
My lord,-- (100)

Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! [Exit.

'Faith, I perceive our masters may
throw their caps at their money: these debts
may well be called desperate ones, for a madman
owes 'em. [Exeunt. Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.

They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.

Creditors? devils!

My dear lord,--

What if it should be so?

My lord,--

I'll have it so. My steward! (110)

Here, my lord.

So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again.

Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:

All, sirrah, all:

I'll once more feast the rascals.

O, my lord,

You only speak from your distracted soul;

There is not so much left, to furnish out

A moderate table.

Be 't not in thy care; go,

I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide

Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt.


The same. The senate-house
The Senate sitting.

First Sen.
My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's

Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die:

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Sec. Sen.
Most true; the law shall bruise him. Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants.

Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!

First Sen.
Now, captain?

I am an humble suitor to your virtues;

For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly. (10)

It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy

Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,

Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth

To those that, without heed, do plunge into 't.

He is a man, setting his fate aside,

Of comely virtues:

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice--

An honour in him which buys out his fault--

But with a noble fury and fair spirit,

Seeing his reputation touch'd to death, (20)

He did oppose his foe:

And with such sober and unnoted passion

He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,

As if he had but proved an argument.

First Sen.
You undergo too strict a paradox,

Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:

Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd

To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling

Upon the head of valour; which indeed

Is valour misbegot and came into the world (30)

When sects and factions were newly born:

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer

The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs

His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly,

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,

What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

My lord,--

First Sen.
You cannot make gross sins look clear:

To revenge is no valour, but to bear. (40)

My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,

If I speak like a captain.

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,

And not endure all threats? sleep upon 't,

And let the foes quietly cut their throats,

Without repugnancy? If there be

Such valour in the bearing, what make we

Abroad? why then, women are more valiant

That stay at home, if bearing carry it,

And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon (50)

Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,

As you are great, be pitifully good:

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;

But, in defence. by mercy, 'tis most just.

To be in anger is impiety;

But who is man that is not angry?

Weigh but the crime with this.

Sec. Sen.
You breathe in vain.

In vain! his service done (60)

At Lacedaemon and Byzantium.

Were a sufficient briber for his life.

First Sen.
What's that?

I say, my lords, he has done fair service,

And slain in fight many of our enemies:

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

Sec. Sen.
He has made too much plenty with 'em;

He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often

Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: (70)

If there were no foes, that were enough

To overcome him: in that beastly fury

He has been known to commit outrages,

And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us,

His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

First Sen.
He dies.

Hard fate! he might have died in war.

My lords, if not for any parts in him--

Though his right arm might purchase his own time

And be in debt to none--yet, more to move you,

Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both: (80)

And, for I know your reverend ages love

Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

My honours to you, upon his good returns.

If by this crime he owes the law his life,

Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore;

For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

First Sen.
We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,

On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,

He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, (90)

I do beseech you, know me.

Sec. Sen.

Call me to your remembrances.

Third Sen.

I cannot think but your age has forgot me;

It could not else be, I should prove so base,

To sue, and be denied such common grace:

My wounds ache at you.

First Sen.
Do you dare our anger?

'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;

We banish thee for ever.

Banish me!

Banish your dotage; banish usury, (100)

That makes the senate ugly.

First Sen.
If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,

Attend our weighing judgement. And, not to swell our spirit,

He shall be executed presently. [Exeunt Senators.

Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live

Only in bone, that none may look on you!

I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,

While they have told their money and let out

Their coin upon large interest, I myself

Rich only in large hurts. All those for this? (110)

Is this the balsam that the usuring senate

Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!

It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;

It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,

That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up

My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.

'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. [Exit.


The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending.

Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at
several doors.

First Lord.
The good time of day to you,

Sec. Lord.
I also wish it to you. I think
this honourable lord did but try us this other

First Lord.
Upon that were my thoughts
tiring, when we encountered: I hope it is not
so low with him as he made it seem in the
trial of his several friends.

Sec. Lord.
It should not be, by the persuasion
of his new feasting.

First Lord.
I should think so: he hath sent
me an earnest inviting, which many my near
occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath
conjured me beyond them, and I must needs

Sec. Lord.
In like manner was I in debt to
my importunate business, but he would not
hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to
borrow of me, that my provision was out.

First Lord.
I am sick of that grief, too, as
I understand how all things go.

Sec. Lord.
Every man here's so. What
would he have borrowed of you?

First Lord.
A thousand pieces.

Sec. Lord.
A thousand pieces!

First Lord.
What of you?

Sec. Lord.
He sent to me, sir,--Here he
comes. Enter TIMON and Attendants.

With all my heart, gentlemen both;
and how fare you?

First Lord.
Ever at the best, hearing well
of your lordship.

Sec. Lord.
The swallow follows not summer
more willing than we your lordship.


Nor more willingly leaves
Winter; such summer-birds are men. Gentlemen,
our dinner will not recompense this long
stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if
they will fare so harshly o' the trumpet's
sound; we shall to't presently.

First Lord.
I hope it remains not unkindly
with your lordship that I returned you an
empty messenger.

O, sir, let it not trouble you.

Sec. Lord.
My noble lord,--

Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

Sec. Lord.
My most honourable lord, I
am e'en sick of shame, that, when your lordship
this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate
a beggar.

Think not on't, sir. (50)

Sec. Lord.
If you had sent but two hours

Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
[The banquet brought in.] Come,
bring in all together.

Sec. Lord.
All covered dishes!

First Lord.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.

Third Lord.
Doubt not that, if money and
the season can yield it.

First Lord.
How do you? What's the news? (60)

Third Lord.
Alcibiades is banished: hear
you of it?

First and Sec. Lord.
Alcibiades banished!

Third Lord.
'Tis so, be sure of it.

First Lord.
How! how!

Sec. Lord.
I pray you, upon what?

My worthy friends, will you draw

Third Lord.
I'll tell you more anon.
Here's a noble feast toward.

Sec. Lord.
This is the old man still. (70)

Third Lord.
Will 't hold? will't hold?

Sec. Lord.
It does: but time will--and

Third Lord.
I do conceive.

Each man to his stool, with that spur
as he would to the lip of his mistress: your
diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a
city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can
agree upon the first place: sit, sit. The gods
require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society
with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make
yourselves praised: but reserve still to give,
lest your deities be despised. Lend to each
man enough, that one need not lend to another;
for, were your godheads to borrow of
men, men would forsake the gods. Make the
meat be beloved more than the man that gives
it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a
score of villains: if there sit twelve women at
the table, let a dozen of them be--as they are.
The rest of your fees, O gods--the senators
of Athens, together with the common lag of
people--what is amiss in them, you gods,
make suitable for destruction. For these my
present friends, as they are to me nothing, so
in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they
Uncover, dogs, and lap. The dishes are uncovered and seem to be full of warm water.

Some speak.
What does his lordship mean?

Some other.
I know not.

May you a better feast never behold,

You knot of mouth-friends! smoke and lukewarm water (100)

Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;

Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,

Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

Your reeking villany. Throwing the water in their faces.

Live loathed and long,

Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,

Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,

You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,

Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minutejacks!

Of man and beast the infinite malady

Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go? (110)

Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;--

Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. [Throws the dishes at them, and drives
them out.

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 Lords, Senators, &c.

First Lord.
How now, my lords!

Sec. Lord.
Know you the quality of Lord
Timon's fury?

Third Lord.
Push! did you see my cap? (120)

Fourth Lord.
I have lost my gown.

First Lord.
He's but a mad lord, and
nought but humour sways him. He gave me
a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat
it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?

Third Lord.
Did you see my cap?

Sec. Lord.
Here't is.

Fourth Lord.
Here lies my gown.

First Lord.
Let's make no stay.

Sec. Lord.
Lord Timon's mad.

Third Lord.
I feel 't upon my bones.

Fourth Lord.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. [Exeunt.

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