SCENE VIThe same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending.
Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at
The good time of day to you,
I also wish it to you. I think
this honourable lord did but try us this other
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.
It should not be, by the persuasion
of his new feasting.
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
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.
I am sick of that grief, too, as
I understand how all things go.
Every man here's so. What
would he have borrowed of you?
A thousand pieces.
A thousand pieces!
What of you?
He sent to me, sir,--Here he
comes. Enter TIMON and Attendants.
With all my heart, gentlemen both;
and how fare you?
Ever at the best, hearing well
of your lordship.
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.
I hope it remains not unkindly
with your lordship that I returned you an
O, sir, let it not trouble you.
My noble lord,--
Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
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
Think not on't, sir. (50)
If you had sent but two hours
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
[The banquet brought in.] Come,
bring in all together.
All covered dishes!
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
Doubt not that, if money and
the season can yield it.
How do you? What's the news? (60)
Alcibiades is banished: hear
you of it?
First and Sec. Lord.
'Tis so, be sure of it.
I pray you, upon what?
My worthy friends, will you draw
I'll tell you more anon.
Here's a noble feast toward.
This is the old man still. (70)
Will 't hold? will't hold?
It does: but time will--and
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.
What does his lordship mean?
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
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.
How now, my lords!
Know you the quality of Lord
Push! did you see my cap? (120)
I have lost my gown.
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?
Did you see my cap?
Here lies my gown.
Let's make no stay.
Lord Timon's mad.
I feel 't upon my bones.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. [Exeunt.