Timon of Athens
Act 2, Scene 2
Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.
- Enter Steward Flavius with many bills in his hand.
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- No care, no stop, so senseless of expense,
- That he will neither know how to maintain it,
- Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no accompt
- How things go from him, nor resumes no care
- Of what is to continue. Never mind
- Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
- What shall be done, he will not hear, till feel.
- I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
- Fie, fie, fie, fie!
- Enter Caphis and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.
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- Good even, Varro. What,
- You come for money?
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- Is’t not your business too?
- It is; and yours too, Isidore?
- It is so.
- Would we were all discharg’d!
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- I fear it.
- Here comes the lord.
- Enter Timon and his Train with Alcibiades.
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- So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again,
- My Alcibiades.—With me, what is your will?
- My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
- Dues? Whence are you?
- Of Athens here, my lord.
- Go to my steward.
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- Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
- To the succession of new days this month.
- My master is awak’d by great occasion
- To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
- That with your other noble parts you’ll suit
- In giving him his right.
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- Mine honest friend,
- I prithee but repair to me next morning.
- Nay, good my lord—
- Contain thyself, good friend.
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- One Varro’s servant, my good lord—
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- From Isidore;
- He humbly prays your speedy payment.
- If you did know, my lord, my master’s wants—
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- ’Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks
- And past.
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- Your steward puts me off, my lord,
- And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
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- Give me breath.
- I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on,
- I’ll wait upon you instantly.
- Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords.
- To Flavius.
- Come hither. Pray you,
- How goes the world, that I am thus encount’red
- With clamorous demands of debt, broken bonds,
- And the detention of long since due debts,
- Against my honor?
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- Please you, gentlemen,
- The time is unagreeable to this business.
- Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
- That I may make his lordship understand
- Wherefore you are not paid.
- Do so, my friends. See them well entertain’d.
- Pray draw near.
- Enter Apemantus and Fool.
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- Stay, stay, here comes the Fool with
- Apemantus, let’s ha’ some sport with ’em.
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- Hang him, he’ll abuse us.
- A plague upon him, dog!
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- How dost, Fool?
- Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
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- I speak not to thee.
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- No, ’tis to thyself.
- To the Fool.
- Come away.
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- To Varro’s Servant.
- There’s the Fool hangs on your back already.
- No, thou stand’st single, th’ art not on him yet.
- Where’s the Fool now?
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- He last ask’d the question. Poor rogues, and usurers’ men,
- bawds between gold and want!
- What are we, Apemantus?
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- That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves.
- Speak to ’em, Fool.
- How do you, gentlemen?
- Gramercies, good Fool; how does your mistress?
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- She’s e’en setting on water to scald such chickens as you
- are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
- Good, gramercy.
- Enter Timon’s Page.
- Look you, here comes my master’s page.
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- To the Fool.
- Why, how now, captain? What do you in this wise company? How
- dost thou, Apemantus?
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- Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee
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- Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these
- letters, I know not which is which.
- Canst not read?
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- There will little learning die then that day thou art
- hang’d. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou
- wast born a bastard, and thou’t die a bawd.
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- Thou wast whelp’d a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog’s
- death. Answer not, I am gone.
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- E’en so thou outrun’st grace. Fool, I will go with you to
- Lord Timon’s.
- Will you leave me there?
- If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
- Ay, would they serv’d us!
- So would I—as good a trick as ever hangman serv’d thief.
- Are you three usurers’ men?
- Ay, Fool.
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- I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant; my mistress
- is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your
- masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they
- enter my master’s house merrily, and go away sadly. The
- reason of this?
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- I could render one.
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- Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a
- knave, which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less
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- What is a whoremaster, Fool?
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- A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. ’Tis a
- spirit; sometime’t appears like a lord, sometime like a
- lawyer, sometime like a philosopher, with two stones more
- than ’s artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and,
- generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in from
- fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
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- Thou art not altogether a fool.
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- Nor thou altogether a wise man; as much foolery as I have,
- so much wit thou lack’st.
- That answer might have become Apemantus.
- Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon.
- Enter Timon and Steward Flavius.
- Come with me, Fool, come.
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- I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman;
- sometime the philosopher.
- Exeunt Apemantus and Fool.
- Pray you walk near, I’ll speak with you anon.
- Exeunt Servants.
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- You make me marvel wherefore ere this time
- Had you not fully laid my state before me,
- That I might so have rated my expense
- As I had leave of means.
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- You would not hear me;
- At many leisures I propos’d.
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- Go to!
- Perchance some single vantages you took,
- When my indisposition put you back,
- And that unaptness made your minister
- Thus to excuse yourself.
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- O my good lord,
- At many times I brought in my accompts,
- Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
- And say you found them in mine honesty.
- When for some trifling present you have bid me
- Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept;
- Yea, ’gainst th’ authority of manners, pray’d you
- To hold your hand more close. I did endure
- Not seldom, nor no slight checks, when I have
- Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
- And your great flow of debts. My lov’d lord,
- Though you hear now (too late), yet now’s a time:
- The greatest of your having lacks a half
- To pay your present debts.
- Let all my land be sold.
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- ’Tis all engag’d, some forfeited and gone,
- And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
- Of present dues. The future comes apace;
- What shall defend the interim? And at length
- How goes our reck’ning?
- To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
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- O my good lord, the world is but a word;
- Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
- How quickly were it gone!
- You tell me true.
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- If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
- Call me before th’ exactest auditors,
- And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
- When all our offices have been oppress’d
- With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
- With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
- Hath blaz’d with lights and bray’d with minstrelsy,
- I have retir’d me to a wasteful cock,
- And set mine eyes at flow.
- Prithee no more.
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- Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
- How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
- This night englutted! Who is not Timon’s?
- What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon’s?
- Great Timon! Noble, worthy, royal Timon!
- Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
- The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
- Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter show’rs,
- These flies are couch’d.
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- Come, sermon me no further.
- No villainous bounty yet hath pass’d my heart;
- Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
- Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack
- To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
- If I would broach the vessels of my love,
- And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
- Men and men’s fortunes could I frankly use
- As I can bid thee speak.
- Assurance bless your thoughts!
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- And in some sort these wants of mine are crown’d,
- That I account them blessings; for by these
- Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you
- Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
- Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
- Enter three servants: Flaminius, Servilius, and Timon’s
- My lord? My lord?
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- I will dispatch you severally: to Servilius you to Lord
- Lucius; to Flaminius to Lord Lucullus you—I hunted with his
- honor today; to the other you to Sempronius. Commend me to
- their loves; and I am proud, say, that my occasions have
- found time to use ’em toward a supply of money. Let the
- request be fifty talents.
- As you have said, my lord.
- Exeunt the three servants.
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- Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh!
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- Go you, sir, to the senators—
- Of whom, even to the state’s best health, I have
- Deserv’d this hearing—bid ’em send o’ th’ instant
- A thousand talents to me.
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- I have been bold
- (For that I knew it the most general way)
- To them to use your signet and your name,
- But they do shake their heads, and I am here
- No richer in return.
- Is’t true? Can ’t be?
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- They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
- That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
- Do what they would, are sorry; you are honorable,
- But yet they could have wish’d—they know not—
- Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
- May catch a wrench—would all were well—’tis pity—
- And so, intending other serious matters,
- After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,
- With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods,
- They froze me into silence.
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- You gods, reward them!
- Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
- Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
- Their blood is cak’d, ’tis cold, it seldom flows;
- ’Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
- And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
- Is fashion’d for the journey, dull and heavy.
- Go to Ventidius. (Prithee be not sad,
- Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak,
- No blame belongs to thee.) Ventidius lately
- Buried his father, by whose death he’s stepp’d
- Into a great estate. When he was poor,
- Imprison’d, and in scarcity of friends,
- I clear’d him with five talents. Greet him from me,
- Bid him suppose some good necessity
- Touches his friend, which craves to be rememb’red
- With those five talents. That had, give’t these fellows
- To whom ’tis instant due. Nev’r speak or think
- That Timon’s fortunes ’mong his friends can sink.
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- I would I could not think it! That thought is bounty’s foe;
- Being free itself, it thinks all others so.