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Timon of Athens: Act 4, Scene 3

Timon of Athens
Act 4, Scene 3

Woods and cave near the seashore.

  1. Enter Timon in the woods.

Timon

2 - 52
  1. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
  2. Rotten humidity; below thy sister’s orb
  3. Infect the air! Twinn’d brothers of one womb,
  4. Whose procreation, residence, and birth
  5. Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes,
  6. The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature
  7. (To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune
  8. But by contempt of nature.
  9. Raise me this beggar, and deny’t that lord,
  10. The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
  11. The beggar native honor.
  12. It is the paster lards the brother’s sides,
  13. The want that makes him lean. Who dares? Who dares
  14. In purity of manhood stand upright
  15. And say, This man’s a flatterer”? If one be,
  16. So are they all; for every grize of fortune
  17. Is smooth’d by that below. The learned pate
  18. Ducks to the golden fool. All’s obliquy;
  19. There’s nothing level in our cursed natures
  20. But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorr’d
  21. All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
  22. His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains;
  23. Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
  24. Digging.
  25. Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
  26. With thy most operant poison! What is here?
  27. Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold?
  28. No, gods, I am no idle votarist;
  29. Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make
  30. Black white, foul fair, wrong right,
  31. Base noble, old young, coward valiant.
  32. Ha, you gods! Why this? What this, you gods? Why, this
  33. Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
  34. Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads.
  35. This yellow slave
  36. Will knit and break religions, bless th’ accurs’d,
  37. Make the hoar leprosy ador’d, place thieves,
  38. And give them title, knee, and approbation
  39. With senators on the bench. This is it
  40. That makes the wappen’d widow wed again;
  41. She, whom the spittle-house and ulcerous sores
  42. Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
  43. To th’ April day again. Come, damn’d earth,
  44. Thou common whore of mankind, that puts odds
  45. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
  46. Do thy right nature.
  47. March afar off.
  48. Ha? A drum? Th’ art quick,
  49. But yet I’ll bury thee; thou’t go, strong thief,
  50. When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
  51. Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
  1. Keeping some gold.
  1. Enter Alcibiades, with Drum and Fife, in warlike manner, and
  2. Phrynia and Timandra.

Alcibiades

56
  1. What art thou there? Speak.

Timon

57 - 58
  1. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
  2. For showing me again the eyes of man!

Alcibiades

59 - 60
  1. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
  2. That art thyself a man?

Timon

61 - 63
  1. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
  2. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
  3. That I might love thee something.

Alcibiades

64 - 65
  1.                                   I know thee well;
  2. But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.

Timon

66 - 72
  1. I know thee too, and more than that I know thee
  2. I not desire to know. Follow thy drum,
  3. With man’s blood paint the ground, gules, gules,
  4. Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
  5. Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
  6. Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
  7. For all her cherubin look.

Phrynia

73
  1.                            Thy lips rot off!

Timon

74 - 75
  1. I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns
  2. To thine own lips again.

Alcibiades

76
  1. How came the noble Timon to this change?

Timon

77 - 79
  1. As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
  2. But then renew I could not, like the moon;
  3. There were no suns to borrow of.

Alcibiades

80 - 81
  1.                                  Noble Timon,
  2. What friendship may I do thee?

Timon

82 - 83
  1.                                None, but to
  2. Maintain my opinion.

Alcibiades

84
  1.                      What is it, Timon?

Timon

85 - 87
  1. Promise me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not
  2. promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! If thou
  3. dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!

Alcibiades

88
  1. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Timon

89
  1. Thou saw’st them, when I had prosperity.

Alcibiades

90
  1. I see them now, then was a blessed time.

Timon

91
  1. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

Timandra

92 - 93
  1. Is this th’ Athenian minion, whom the world
  2. Voic’d so regardfully?

Timon

94
  1.                        Art thou Timandra?

Timandra

95
  1. Yes.

Timon

96 - 100
  1. Be a whore still. They love thee not that use thee;
  2. Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
  3. Make use of thy salt hours, season the slaves
  4. For tubs and baths, bring down rose-cheek’d youth
  5. To the tub-fast and the diet.

Timandra

101
  1.                               Hang thee, monster!

Alcibiades

102 - 109
  1. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
  2. Are drown’d and lost in his calamities.
  3. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
  4. The want whereof doth daily make revolt
  5. In my penurious band. I have heard, and griev’d,
  6. How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
  7. Forgetting thy great deeds when neighbor states,
  8. But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them

Timon

110
  1. I prithee beat thy drum and get thee gone.

Alcibiades

111
  1. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

Timon

112 - 113
  1. How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
  2. I had rather be alone.

Alcibiades

114 - 115
  1.                        Why, fare thee well;
  2. Here is some gold for thee.

Timon

116
  1.                             Keep it, I cannot eat it.

Alcibiades

117
  1. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap

Timon

118
  1. Warr’st thou ’gainst Athens?

Alcibiades

119
  1.                              Ay, Timon, and have cause.

Timon

120 - 121
  1. The gods confound them all in thy conquest,
  2. And thee after, when thou hast conquer’d!

Alcibiades

122
  1. Why me, Timon?

Timon

123 - 146
  1.                That by killing of villains
  2. Thou wast born to conquer my country.
  3. Put up thy gold. Go onhere’s goldgo on;
  4. Be as a planetary plague when Jove
  5. Will o’er some high-vic’d city hang his poison
  6. In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one.
  7. Pity not honor’d age for his white beard,
  8. He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron,
  9. It is her habit only that is honest,
  10. Herself’s a bawd. Let not the virgin’s cheek
  11. Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk paps,
  12. That through the window-bars bore at men’s eyes,
  13. Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
  14. But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe,
  15. Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
  16. Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
  17. Hath doubtfully pronounc’d the throat shall cut,
  18. And mince it sans remorse. Swear against objects,
  19. Put armor on thine ears and on thine eyes,
  20. Whose proof nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
  21. Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
  22. Shall pierce a jot. There’s gold to pay thy soldiers,
  23. Make large confusion; and thy fury spent,
  24. Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

Alcibiades

147 - 148
  1. Hast thou gold yet? I’ll take the gold thou givest me,
  2. Not all thy counsel.

Timon

149
  1. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven’s curse upon thee!

Both Phrynia and Timan

150
  1. Give us some gold, good Timon; hast thou more?

Timon

151 - 166
  1. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
  2. And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
  3. Your aprons mountant. You are not oathable,
  4. Although I know you’ll swear, terribly swear
  5. Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
  6. Th’ immortal gods that hear you. Spare your oaths;
  7. I’ll trust to your conditions, be whores still.
  8. And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
  9. Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up,
  10. Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
  11. And be no turncoats; yet may your pains six months
  12. Be quite contrary. And thatch your poor thin roofs
  13. With burdens of the deadsome that were hang’d,
  14. No matter; wear them, betray with them. Whore still,
  15. Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
  16. A pox of wrinkles!

Both Phrynia and Timan

167 - 168
  1.                    Well, more goldwhat then?
  2. Believe’t that we’ll do any thing for gold.

Timon

169 - 184
  1. Consumptions sow
  2. In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins,
  3. And mar men’s spurring. Crack the lawyer’s voice,
  4. That he may never more false title plead,
  5. Nor sound his quillets shrilly; hoar the flamen,
  6. That scolds against the quality of flesh
  7. And not believes himself. Down with the nose,
  8. Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
  9. Of him that, his particular to foresee,
  10. Smells from the general weal. Make curl’d-pate ruffians bald,
  11. And let the unscarr’d braggarts of the war
  12. Derive some pain from you. Plague all,
  13. That your activity may defeat and quell
  14. The source of all erection. There’s more gold.
  15. Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
  16. And ditches grave you all!

Both Phrynia and Timan

185
  1. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

Timon

186
  1. More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.

Alcibiades

187 - 188
  1. Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon!
  2. If I thrive well, I’ll visit thee again.

Timon

189
  1. If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.

Alcibiades

190
  1. I never did thee harm.

Timon

191
  1. Yes, thou spok’st well of me.

Alcibiades

192
  1.                               Call’st thou that harm?

Timon

193 - 194
  1. Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
  2. Thy beagles with thee.

Alcibiades

195
  1.                        We but offend him. Strike!
  1. Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra.

Timon

197 - 220
  1. That nature being sick of man’s unkindness
  2. Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou
  3. Digging.
  4. Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast
  5. Teems and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
  6. Whereof thy proud child (arrogant man) is puff’d,
  7. Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
  8. The gilded newt and eyeless venom’d worm,
  9. With all th’ abhorred births below crisp heaven
  10. Whereon Hyperion’s quick’ning fire doth shine:
  11. Yield him who all the human sons do hate,
  12. From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
  13. Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
  14. Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
  15. Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears,
  16. Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
  17. Hath to the marbled mansion all above
  18. Never presented!—O, a root, dear thanks!—
  19. Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas,
  20. Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
  21. And morsels unctious, greases his pure mind,
  22. That from it all consideration slips
  23. Enter Apemantus.
  24. More man? Plague, plague!

Apemantus

221 - 222
  1. I was directed hither. Men report
  2. Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

Timon

223 - 224
  1. ’Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
  2. Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee!

Apemantus

225 - 241
  1. This is in thee a nature but infected,
  2. A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
  3. From change of future. Why this spade? This place?
  4. This slave-like habit? And these looks of care?
  5. Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft,
  6. Hug their diseas’d perfumes, and have forgot
  7. That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods
  8. By putting on the cunning of a carper.
  9. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
  10. By that which has undone thee; hinge thy knee,
  11. And let his very breath whom thou’lt observe
  12. Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
  13. And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus;
  14. Thou gav’st thine ears (like tapsters that bade welcome)
  15. To knaves and all approachers. ’Tis most just
  16. That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
  17. Rascals should have’t. Do not assume my likeness.

Timon

242
  1. Were I like thee, I’d throw away myself.

Apemantus

243 - 255
  1. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself,
  2. A madman so long, now a fool. What, think’st
  3. That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
  4. Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moist trees,
  5. That have outliv’d the eagle, page thy heels
  6. And skip when thou point’st out? Will the cold brook,
  7. Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste
  8. To cure thy o’ernight’s surfeit? Call the creatures
  9. Whose naked natures live in all the spite
  10. Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
  11. To the conflicting elements expos’d,
  12. Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee.
  13. O, thou shalt find

Timon

256
  1.                     A fool of thee. Depart.

Apemantus

257
  1. I love thee better now than e’er I did.

Timon

258
  1. I hate thee worse.

Apemantus

259
  1.                    Why?

Timon

260
  1.      Thou flatter’st misery.

Apemantus

261
  1. I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.

Timon

262
  1. Why dost thou seek me out?

Apemantus

263
  1.                            To vex thee.

Timon

264 - 265
  1. Always a villain’s office, or a fool’s.
  2. Dost please thyself in’t?

Apemantus

266
  1.                           Ay.

Timon

267
  1.     What, a knave too?

Apemantus

268 - 277
  1. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on
  2. To castigate thy pride, ’twere well; but thou
  3. Dost it enforcedly. Thou’dst courtier be again,
  4. Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
  5. Outlives incertain pomp, is crown’d before:
  6. The one is filling still, never complete;
  7. The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless,
  8. Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
  9. Worse than the worst, content.
  10. Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.

Timon

278 - 305
  1. Not by his breath that is more miserable.
  2. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune’s tender arm
  3. With favor never clasp’d, but bred a dog.
  4. Hadst thou like us from our first swath proceeded
  5. The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
  6. To such as may the passive drugs of it
  7. Freely command, thou wouldst have plung’d thyself
  8. In general riot, melted down thy youth
  9. In different beds of lust, and never learn’d
  10. The icy precepts of respect, but followed
  11. The sug’red game before thee. But myself,
  12. Who had the world as my confectionary,
  13. The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men
  14. At duty, more than I could frame employment;
  15. That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
  16. Do on the oak, have with one winter’s brush
  17. Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare,
  18. For every storm that blowsI to bear this,
  19. That never knew but better, is some burden:
  20. Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
  21. Hath made thee hard in’t. Why shouldst thou hate men?
  22. They never flatter’d thee. What hast thou given?
  23. If thou wilt curse, thy father (that poor rag)
  24. Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
  25. To some she-beggar and compounded thee
  26. Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
  27. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
  28. Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

Apemantus

306
  1.                                        Art thou proud yet?

Timon

307
  1. Ay, that I am not thee.

Apemantus

308 - 309
  1.                         I, that I was
  2. No prodigal.

Timon

310 - 314
  1.              I, that I am one now.
  2. Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
  3. I’ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
  4. That the whole life of Athens were in this!
  5. Thus would I eat it.
  1. Eating a root.

Apemantus

316
  1.                      Here, I will mend thy feast.
  1. Offering him another.

Timon

318
  1. First mend my company, take away thyself.

Apemantus

319
  1. So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.

Timon

320 - 321
  1. ’Tis not well mended so, it is but botch’d;
  2. If not, I would it were.

Apemantus

322
  1. What wouldst thou have to Athens?

Timon

323 - 324
  1. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
  2. Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

Apemantus

325
  1. Here is no use for gold.

Timon

326 - 327
  1.                          The best, and truest;
  2. For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apemantus

328
  1. Where liest a’ nights, Timon?

Timon

329 - 330
  1.                               Under that’s above me.
  2. Where feed’st thou a’ days, Apemantus?

Apemantus

331
  1. Where my stomach finds meat, or, rather, where I eat it.

Timon

332
  1. Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

Apemantus

333
  1. Where wouldst thou send it?

Timon

334
  1. To sauce thy dishes.

Apemantus

335 - 339
  1. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity
  2. of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume,
  3. they mock’d thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou
  4. know’st none, but art despis’d for the contrary. There’s a
  5. medlar for thee, eat it.

Timon

340
  1. On what I hate I feed not.

Apemantus

341
  1. Dost hate a medlar?

Timon

342
  1. Ay, though it look like thee.

Apemantus

343 - 345
  1. And th’ hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have
  2. lov’d thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know
  3. unthrift that was belov’d after his means?

Timon

346 - 347
  1. Who, without those means thou talk’st of, didst thou ever
  2. know belov’d?

Apemantus

348
  1. Myself.

Timon

349
  1. I understand thee: thou hadst some means to keep a dog.

Apemantus

350 - 351
  1. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy
  2. flatterers?

Timon

352 - 354
  1. Women nearest, but menmen are the things themselves. What
  2. wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy
  3. power?

Apemantus

355
  1. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

Timon

356 - 357
  1. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and
  2. remain a beast with the beasts?

Apemantus

358
  1. Ay, Timon.

Timon

359 - 375
  1. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t’ attain to!
  2. If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou
  3. wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox,
  4. the lion would suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert
  5. accus’d by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dullness would
  6. torment thee, and still thou liv’dst but as a breakfast to
  7. the wolf; if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would
  8. afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy
  9. dinner; wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would
  10. confound thee and make thine own self the conquest of thy
  11. fury; wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be kill’d by the horse;
  12. wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seiz’d by the leopard;
  13. wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and the
  14. spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life; all thy safety
  15. were remotion and thy defense absence. What beast couldst
  16. thou be, that were not subject to a beast? And what a beast
  17. art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation!

Apemantus

376 - 378
  1. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst
  2. have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Athens is become
  3. a forest of beasts.

Timon

379 - 380
  1. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the
  2. city?

Apemantus

381 - 383
  1. Yonder comes a poet and a painter; the plague of company
  2. light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When
  3. I know not what else to do, I’ll see thee again.

Timon

384 - 385
  1. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
  2. welcome. I had rather be a beggar’s dog than Apemantus.

Apemantus

386
  1. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Timon

387
  1. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Apemantus

388
  1. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse!

Timon

389
  1. All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

Apemantus

390
  1. There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.

Timon

391 - 392
  1. If I name thee.
  2. I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Apemantus

393
  1. I would my tongue could rot them off!

Timon

394 - 396
  1. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
  2. Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
  3. I swound to see thee.

Apemantus

397
  1. Would thou wouldst burst!

Timon

398 - 399
  1.                           Away, thou tedious rogue!
  2. I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee.
  1. Throws a stone at him.

Apemantus

401
  1. Beast!

Timon

402
  1. Slave!

Apemantus

403
  1. Toad!

Timon

404 - 423
  1. Rogue, rogue, rogue!
  2. I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
  3. But even the mere necessities upon’t.
  4. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
  5. Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
  6. Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph,
  7. That death in me at others’ lives may laugh.
  8. To the gold.
  9. O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
  10. ’Twixt natural son and sire! Thou bright defiler
  11. Of Hymen’s purest bed! Thou valiant Mars!
  12. Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer,
  13. Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
  14. That lies on Dian’s lap! Thou visible god,
  15. That sold’rest close impossibilities,
  16. And mak’st them kiss! That speak’st with every tongue
  17. To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts,
  18. Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
  19. Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
  20. May have the world in empire!

Apemantus

424 - 426
  1.                               Would ’twere so!
  2. But not till I am dead. I’ll say th’ hast gold;
  3. Thou wilt be throng’d to shortly.

Timon

427
  1.                                   Throng’d to?

Apemantus

428
  1.              Ay.

Timon

429
  1. Thy back, I prithee.

Apemantus

430
  1.                      Live, and love thy misery.

Timon

431
  1. Long live so, and so die. I am quit.

Apemantus

432
  1. More things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
  1. Exit Apemantus.
  1. Enter the Bandits.

First Bandit

435 - 438
  1. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment,
  2. some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of gold,
  3. and the falling-from of his friends, drove him into this
  4. melancholy.

Second Bandit

439
  1. It is nois’d he hath a mass of treasure.

Third Bandit

440 - 442
  1. Let us make the assay upon him. If he care not for’t, he
  2. will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how
  3. shall ’s get it?

Second Bandit

443
  1. True; for he bears it not about him, ’tis hid.

First Bandit

444
  1. Is not this he?

All Other Bandits

445
  1. Where?

Second Bandit

446
  1. ’Tis his description.

Third Bandit

447
  1. He; I know him.

All Other Bandits

448
  1. ’Save thee, Timon.

Timon

449
  1. Now, thieves?

All Other Bandits

450
  1. Soldiers, not thieves.

Timon

451
  1. Both too, and women’s sons.

All Bandits

452
  1. We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

Timon

453 - 458
  1. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
  2. Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
  3. Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
  4. The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet heps;
  5. The bounteous huswife Nature on each bush
  6. Lays her full mess before you. Want? Why want?

First Bandit

459 - 460
  1. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
  2. As beasts and birds and fishes.

Timon

461 - 486
  1. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes;
  2. You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
  3. That you are thieves profess’d, that you work not
  4. In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft
  5. In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
  6. Here’s gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o’ th’ grape,
  7. Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
  8. And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician,
  9. His antidotes are poison, and he slays
  10. More than you rob. Take wealth and lives together,
  11. Do, villains, do, since you protest to do’t.
  12. Like workmen, I’ll example you with thievery:
  13. The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction
  14. Robs the vast sea; the moon’s an arrant thief,
  15. And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
  16. The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
  17. The moon into salt tears; the earth’s a thief,
  18. That feeds and breeds by a composture stol’n
  19. From gen’ral excrement; each thing’s a thief.
  20. The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
  21. Has uncheck’d theft. Love not yourselves, away,
  22. Rob one another. There’s more gold. Cut throats,
  23. All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
  24. Break open shops; nothing can you steal
  25. But thieves do lose it. Steal less for this I give you,
  26. And gold confound you howsoe’er! Amen.

Third Bandit

487 - 488
  1. H’as almost charm’d me from my profession, by persuading me
  2. to it.

First Bandit

489 - 490
  1. ’Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not
  2. to have us thrive in our mystery.

Second Bandit

491
  1. I’ll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.

First Bandit

492 - 493
  1. Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so
  2. miserable but a man may be true.
  1. Exeunt Thieves, the Bandits.
  1. Enter the Steward Flavius to Timon.

Flavius

496 - 509
  1. O you gods!
  2. Is yond despis’d and ruinous man my lord?
  3. Full of decay and failing? O monument
  4. And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow’d!
  5. What an alteration of honor has desp’rate want made!
  6. What vilder thing upon the earth than friends,
  7. Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
  8. How rarely does it meet with this time’s guise,
  9. When man was wish’d to love his enemies!
  10. Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
  11. Those that would mischief me than those that do!
  12. H’as caught me in his eye, I will present
  13. My honest grief unto him; and as my lord,
  14. Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

Timon

510
  1. Away! What art thou?

Flavius

511
  1.                      Have you forgot me, sir?

Timon

512 - 513
  1. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men.
  2. Then, if thou grant’st th’ art a man, I have forgot thee.

Flavius

514
  1. An honest poor servant of yours.

Timon

515 - 517
  1. Then I know thee not.
  2. I never had honest man about me, I; all
  3. I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

Flavius

518 - 520
  1. The gods are witness,
  2. Nev’r did poor steward wear a truer grief
  3. For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

Timon

521 - 525
  1. What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee,
  2. Because thou art a woman, and disclaim’st
  3. Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
  4. But thorough lust and laughter. Pity’s sleeping:
  5. Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!

Flavius

526 - 528
  1. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
  2. T’ accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts
  3. To entertain me as your steward still.

Timon

529 - 549
  1. Had I a steward
  2. So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
  3. It almost turns my dangerous nature wild.
  4. Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
  5. Was born of woman.
  6. Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
  7. You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
  8. One honest manmistake me not, but one;
  9. No more, I prayand he’s a steward.
  10. How fain would I have hated all mankind,
  11. And thou redeem’st thyself. But all, save thee,
  12. I fell with curses.
  13. Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
  14. For, by oppressing and betraying me,
  15. Thou mightst have sooner got another service;
  16. For many so arrive at second masters,
  17. Upon their first lord’s neck. But tell me true
  18. (For I must ever doubt, though ne’er so sure),
  19. Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
  20. If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
  21. Expecting in return twenty for one?

Flavius

550 - 561
  1. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
  2. Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac’d too late;
  3. You should have fear’d false times when you did feast:
  4. Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
  5. That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
  6. Duty, and zeal to your unmatched mind,
  7. Care of your food and living; and believe it,
  8. My most honor’d lord,
  9. For any benefit that points to me,
  10. Either in hope or present, I’d exchange
  11. For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
  12. To requite me by making rich yourself.

Timon

562 - 572
  1. Look thee, ’tis so. Thou singly honest man,
  2. Here, take; the gods out of my misery
  3. Has sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy,
  4. But thus condition’d: thou shalt build from men;
  5. Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
  6. But let the famish’d flesh slide from the bone
  7. Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs
  8. What thou deniest to men. Let prisons swallow ’em,
  9. Debts wither ’em to nothing; be men like blasted woods,
  10. And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
  11. And so farewell and thrive.

Flavius

573 - 574
  1.                             O, let me stay,
  2. And comfort you, my master.

Timon

575 - 577
  1.                             If thou hat’st curses,
  2. Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free.
  3. Ne’er see thou man, and let me ne’er see thee.
  1. Exeunt severally.
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