Timon of Athens
Act IV, Scene 3
Woods and cave near the seashore.
- Enter Timon in the woods.
Timon1 - 49
- 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 dividant, touch them with several fortunes,
- The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature
- (To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune
- But by contempt of nature.
- Raise me this beggar, and deny’t that lord,
- The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
- The beggar native honor.
- It is the paster lards the brother’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 grize of fortune
- Is smooth’d by that below. The learned pate
- Ducks to the golden fool. All’s obliquy;
- There’s nothing level in our cursed natures
- But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorr’d
- All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
- His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains;
- Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
- Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
- With thy most operant poison! What is here?
- Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold?
- No, gods, I am no idle votarist;
- Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make
- Black white, foul fair, wrong right,
- Base noble, old young, coward valiant.
- Ha, you gods! Why this? What this, you gods? Why, this
- Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
- Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads.
- This yellow slave
- Will knit and break religions, bless th’ accurs’d,
- Make the hoar leprosy ador’d, place thieves,
- And give them title, knee, and approbation
- With senators on the bench. This is it
- That makes the wappen’d widow wed again;
- She, whom the spittle-house and ulcerous sores
- Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
- To th’ April day again. Come, damn’d earth,
- Thou common whore of mankind, that puts odds
- Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
- Do thy right nature.
- March afar off.
- Ha? A drum? Th’ art quick,
- But yet I’ll bury thee; thou’t go, strong thief,
- When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
- Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
- Keeping some gold.
- Enter Alcibiades, with Drum and Fife, in warlike manner, and
- Phrynia and Timandra.
- What art thou there? Speak.
Timon51 - 52
- A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
- For showing me again the eyes of man!
Alcibiades53 - 54
- What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
- That art thyself a man?
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- I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
- For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
- That I might love thee something.
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- I know thee well;
- But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.
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- I know thee too, and more than that I know thee
- I not desire to know. Follow thy drum,
- With man’s blood paint the ground, gules, gules,
- Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
- Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
- Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
- For all her cherubin look.
- Thy lips rot off!
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- I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns
- To thine own lips again.
- How came the noble Timon to this change?
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- As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
- But then renew I could not, like the moon;
- There were no suns to borrow of.
Alcibiades74 - 75
- Noble Timon,
- What friendship may I do thee?
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- None, but to
- Maintain my opinion.
- What is it, Timon?
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- Promise me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not
- promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! If thou
- dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!
- I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
- Thou saw’st them, when I had prosperity.
- I see them now, then was a blessed time.
- As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
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- Is this th’ Athenian minion, whom the world
- Voic’d so regardfully?
- Art thou Timandra?
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- Be a whore still. They love thee not that use thee;
- Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
- Make use of thy salt hours, season the slaves
- For tubs and baths, bring down rose-cheek’d youth
- To the tub-fast and the diet.
- Hang thee, monster!
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- Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
- Are drown’d and lost in his calamities.
- I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
- The want whereof doth daily make revolt
- In my penurious band. I have heard, and griev’d,
- How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
- Forgetting thy great deeds when neighbor states,
- But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them—
- I prithee beat thy drum and get thee gone.
- I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
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- How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
- I had rather be alone.
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- Why, fare thee well;
- Here is some gold for thee.
- Keep it, I cannot eat it.
- When I have laid proud Athens on a heap—
- Warr’st thou ’gainst Athens?
- Ay, Timon, and have cause.
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- The gods confound them all in thy conquest,
- And thee after, when thou hast conquer’d!
- Why me, Timon?
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- That by killing of villains
- Thou wast born to conquer my country.
- Put up thy gold. Go on—here’s gold—go on;
- Be as a planetary plague when Jove
- Will o’er some high-vic’d city hang his poison
- In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one.
- Pity not honor’d age for his white beard,
- He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron,
- It is her habit only that is honest,
- Herself’s a bawd. Let not the virgin’s cheek
- Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk paps,
- That through the window-bars bore at men’s eyes,
- Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
- But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe,
- Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
- Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
- Hath doubtfully pronounc’d the throat shall cut,
- And mince it sans remorse. Swear against objects,
- Put armor on thine ears and on thine eyes,
- Whose proof nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
- Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
- Shall pierce a jot. There’s gold to pay thy soldiers,
- Make large confusion; and thy fury spent,
- Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
Alcibiades141 - 142
- Hast thou gold yet? I’ll take the gold thou givest me,
- Not all thy counsel.
- Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven’s curse upon thee!
Both Phrynia and Timan144
- Give us some gold, good Timon; hast thou more?
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- Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
- And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
- Your aprons mountant. You are not oathable,
- Although I know you’ll swear, terribly swear
- Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
- Th’ immortal gods that hear you. Spare your oaths;
- I’ll trust to your conditions, be whores still.
- And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
- Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up,
- Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
- And be no turncoats; yet may your pains six months
- Be quite contrary. And thatch your poor thin roofs
- With burdens of the dead—some that were hang’d,
- No matter; wear them, betray with them. Whore still,
- Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
- A pox of wrinkles!
Both Phrynia and Timan161 - 162
- Well, more gold—what then?
- Believe’t that we’ll do any thing for gold.
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- Consumptions sow
- In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins,
- And mar men’s spurring. Crack the lawyer’s voice,
- That he may never more false title plead,
- Nor sound his quillets shrilly; hoar the flamen,
- That scolds against the quality of flesh
- And not believes himself. Down with the nose,
- Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
- Of him that, his particular to foresee,
- Smells from the general weal. Make curl’d-pate ruffians bald,
- And let the unscarr’d braggarts of the war
- Derive some pain from you. Plague all,
- That your activity may defeat and quell
- The source of all erection. There’s more gold.
- Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
- And ditches grave you all!
Both Phrynia and Timan179
- More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
- More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
Alcibiades181 - 182
- Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon!
- If I thrive well, I’ll visit thee again.
- If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.
- I never did thee harm.
- Yes, thou spok’st well of me.
- Call’st thou that harm?
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- Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
- Thy beagles with thee.
- We but offend him. Strike!
- Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra.
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- That nature being sick of man’s unkindness
- Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou
- Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast
- Teems and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
- Whereof thy proud child (arrogant man) is puff’d,
- Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
- The gilded newt and eyeless venom’d worm,
- With all th’ abhorred births below crisp heaven
- Whereon Hyperion’s quick’ning fire doth shine:
- Yield him who all the human sons do hate,
- From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
- Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
- Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
- Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears,
- Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
- Hath to the marbled mansion all above
- Never presented!—O, a root, dear thanks!—
- Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas,
- Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
- And morsels unctious, greases his pure mind,
- That from it all consideration slips—
- Enter Apemantus.
- More man? Plague, plague!
Apemantus212 - 213
- I was directed hither. Men report
- Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
Timon214 - 215
- ’Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
- Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee!
Apemantus216 - 232
- This is in thee a nature but infected,
- A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
- From change of future. Why this spade? This place?
- This slave-like habit? And these looks of care?
- Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft,
- Hug their diseas’d perfumes, and have forgot
- That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods
- By putting on the cunning of a carper.
- Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
- By that which has undone thee; hinge thy knee,
- And let his very breath whom thou’lt observe
- Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
- And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus;
- Thou gav’st thine ears (like tapsters that bade welcome)
- To knaves and all approachers. ’Tis most just
- That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
- Rascals should have’t. Do not assume my likeness.
- Were I like thee, I’d throw away myself.
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- Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself,
- A madman so long, now a fool. What, think’st
- That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
- Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moist trees,
- That have outliv’d the eagle, page thy heels
- And skip when thou point’st out? Will the cold brook,
- Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste
- To cure thy o’ernight’s surfeit? Call the creatures
- Whose naked natures live in all the spite
- Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
- To the conflicting elements expos’d,
- Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee.
- O, thou shalt find—
- A fool of thee. Depart.
- I love thee better now than e’er I did.
- I hate thee worse.
- Thou flatter’st misery.
- I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.
- Why dost thou seek me out?
- To vex thee.
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- Always a villain’s office, or a fool’s.
- Dost please thyself in’t?
- What, a knave too?
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- If thou didst put this sour cold habit on
- To castigate thy pride, ’twere well; but thou
- Dost it enforcedly. Thou’dst courtier be again,
- Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
- Outlives incertain pomp, is crown’d before:
- The one is filling still, never complete;
- The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless,
- Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
- Worse than the worst, content.
- Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
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- Not by his breath that is more miserable.
- Thou art a slave, whom Fortune’s tender arm
- With favor never clasp’d, but bred a dog.
- Hadst thou like us from our first swath proceeded
- The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
- To such as may the passive drugs of it
- Freely command, thou wouldst have plung’d thyself
- In general riot, melted down thy youth
- In different beds of lust, and never learn’d
- The icy precepts of respect, but followed
- The sug’red game before thee. But myself,
- Who had the world as my confectionary,
- The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men
- At duty, more than I could frame employment;
- That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
- Do on the oak, have with one winter’s brush
- Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare,
- For every storm that blows—I to bear this,
- That never knew but better, is some burden:
- Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
- Hath made thee hard in’t. Why shouldst thou hate men?
- They never flatter’d thee. What hast thou given?
- If thou wilt curse, thy father (that poor rag)
- Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
- To some she-beggar and compounded thee
- Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
- If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
- Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
- Art thou proud yet?
- Ay, that I am not thee.
Apemantus299 - 300
- I, that I was
- No prodigal.
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- I, that I am one now.
- Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
- I’ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
- That the whole life of Athens were in this!
- Thus would I eat it.
- Eating a root.
- Here, I will mend thy feast.
- Offering him another.
- First mend my company, take away thyself.
- So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.
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- ’Tis not well mended so, it is but botch’d;
- If not, I would it were.
- What wouldst thou have to Athens?
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- Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
- Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
- Here is no use for gold.
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- The best, and truest;
- For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
- Where liest a’ nights, Timon?
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- Under that’s above me.
- Where feed’st thou a’ days, Apemantus?
- Where my stomach finds meat, or, rather, where I eat it.
- Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
- Where wouldst thou send it?
- To sauce thy dishes.
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- The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity
- of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume,
- they mock’d thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou
- know’st none, but art despis’d for the contrary. There’s a
- medlar for thee, eat it.
- On what I hate I feed not.
- Dost hate a medlar?
- Ay, though it look like thee.
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- And th’ hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have
- lov’d thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know
- unthrift that was belov’d after his means?
Timon335 - 336
- Who, without those means thou talk’st of, didst thou ever
- know belov’d?
- I understand thee: thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
Apemantus339 - 340
- What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy
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- Women nearest, but men—men are the things themselves. What
- wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy
- Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
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- Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and
- remain a beast with the beasts?
- Ay, Timon.
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- A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t’ attain to!
- If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou
- wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox,
- the lion would suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert
- accus’d by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dullness would
- torment thee, and still thou liv’dst but as a breakfast to
- the wolf; if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would
- afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy
- dinner; wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would
- confound thee and make thine own self the conquest of thy
- fury; wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be kill’d by the horse;
- wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seiz’d by the leopard;
- wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and the
- spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life; all thy safety
- were remotion and thy defense absence. What beast couldst
- thou be, that were not subject to a beast? And what a beast
- art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation!
Apemantus365 - 367
- If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst
- have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Athens is become
- a forest of beasts.
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- How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the
Apemantus370 - 372
- Yonder comes a poet and a painter; the plague of company
- light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When
- I know not what else to do, I’ll see thee again.
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- When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
- welcome. I had rather be a beggar’s dog than Apemantus.
- Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
- Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
- A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse!
- All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
- There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.
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- If I name thee.
- I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
- I would my tongue could rot them off!
Timon383 - 385
- Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
- Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
- I swound to see thee.
- Would thou wouldst burst!
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- Away, thou tedious rogue!
- I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee.
- Throws a stone at him.
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- Rogue, rogue, rogue!
- I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
- But even the mere necessities upon’t.
- Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
- Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
- Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph,
- That death in me at others’ lives may laugh.
- To the gold.
- O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
- ’Twixt natural son and sire! Thou bright defiler
- Of Hymen’s purest bed! Thou valiant Mars!
- Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer,
- Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
- That lies on Dian’s lap! Thou visible god,
- That sold’rest close impossibilities,
- And mak’st them kiss! That speak’st with every tongue
- To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts,
- Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
- Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
- May have the world in empire!
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- Would ’twere so!
- But not till I am dead. I’ll say th’ hast gold;
- Thou wilt be throng’d to shortly.
- Throng’d to?
- Thy back, I prithee.
- Live, and love thy misery.
- Long live so, and so die. I am quit.
- More things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
- Exit Apemantus.
- Enter the Bandits.
First Bandit420 - 423
- Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment,
- some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of gold,
- and the falling-from of his friends, drove him into this
- It is nois’d he hath a mass of treasure.
Third Bandit425 - 427
- Let us make the assay upon him. If he care not for’t, he
- will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how
- shall ’s get it?
- True; for he bears it not about him, ’tis hid.
- Is not this he?
All Other Bandits430
- ’Tis his description.
- He; I know him.
All Other Bandits433
- ’Save thee, Timon.
- Now, thieves?
All Other Bandits435
- Soldiers, not thieves.
- Both too, and women’s sons.
- We are not thieves, but men that much do want.
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- Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
- Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
- Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
- The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet heps;
- The bounteous huswife Nature on each bush
- Lays her full mess before you. Want? Why want?
First Bandit444 - 445
- We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
- As beasts and birds and fishes.
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- Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes;
- You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
- That you are thieves profess’d, that you work not
- In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft
- In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
- Here’s gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o’ th’ grape,
- Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
- And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician,
- His antidotes are poison, and he slays
- More than you rob. Take wealth and lives together,
- Do, villains, do, since you protest to do’t.
- Like workmen, I’ll example you with thievery:
- The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction
- Robs the vast sea; the moon’s an arrant thief,
- And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
- The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
- The moon into salt tears; the earth’s a thief,
- That feeds and breeds by a composture stol’n
- From gen’ral excrement; each thing’s a thief.
- The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
- Has uncheck’d theft. Love not yourselves, away,
- Rob one another. There’s more gold. Cut throats,
- All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
- Break open shops; nothing can you steal
- But thieves do lose it. Steal less for this I give you,
- And gold confound you howsoe’er! Amen.
Third Bandit472 - 473
- H’as almost charm’d me from my profession, by persuading me
- to it.
First Bandit474 - 475
- ’Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not
- to have us thrive in our mystery.
- I’ll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.
First Bandit477 - 478
- Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so
- miserable but a man may be true.
- Exeunt Thieves, the Bandits.
- Enter the Steward Flavius to Timon.
Flavius479 - 492
- O you gods!
- Is yond despis’d and ruinous man my lord?
- Full of decay and failing? O monument
- And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow’d!
- What an alteration of honor has desp’rate want made!
- What vilder thing upon the earth than friends,
- Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
- How rarely does it meet with this time’s guise,
- When man was wish’d to love his enemies!
- Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
- Those that would mischief me than those that do!
- H’as caught me in his eye, I will present
- My honest grief unto him; and as my lord,
- Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
- Away! What art thou?
- Have you forgot me, sir?
Timon495 - 496
- Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men.
- Then, if thou grant’st th’ art a man, I have forgot thee.
- An honest poor servant of yours.
Timon498 - 500
- Then I know thee not.
- I never had honest man about me, I; all
- I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
Flavius501 - 503
- The gods are witness,
- Nev’r did poor steward wear a truer grief
- For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
Timon504 - 508
- What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee,
- Because thou art a woman, and disclaim’st
- Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
- But thorough lust and laughter. Pity’s sleeping:
- Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
Flavius509 - 511
- I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
- T’ accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts
- To entertain me as your steward still.
Timon512 - 532
- Had I a steward
- So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
- It almost turns my dangerous nature wild.
- Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
- Was born of woman.
- Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
- You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
- One honest man—mistake me not, but one;
- No more, I pray—and he’s a steward.
- How fain would I have hated all mankind,
- And thou redeem’st thyself. But all, save thee,
- I fell with curses.
- Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
- For, by oppressing and betraying me,
- Thou mightst have sooner got another service;
- For many so arrive at second masters,
- Upon their first lord’s neck. But tell me true
- (For I must ever doubt, though ne’er so sure),
- Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
- If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
- Expecting in return twenty for one?
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- No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
- Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac’d too late;
- You should have fear’d false times when you did feast:
- Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
- That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
- Duty, and zeal to your unmatched mind,
- Care of your food and living; and believe it,
- My most honor’d lord,
- For any benefit that points to me,
- Either in hope or present, I’d exchange
- For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
- To requite me by making rich yourself.
Timon545 - 555
- Look thee, ’tis so. Thou singly honest man,
- Here, take; the gods out of my misery
- Has sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy,
- But thus condition’d: thou shalt build from men;
- Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
- But let the famish’d flesh slide from the bone
- Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs
- What thou deniest to men. Let prisons swallow ’em,
- Debts wither ’em to nothing; be men like blasted woods,
- And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
- And so farewell and thrive.
Flavius556 - 557
- O, let me stay,
- And comfort you, my master.
Timon558 - 560
- If thou hat’st curses,
- Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free.
- Ne’er see thou man, and let me ne’er see thee.
- Exeunt severally.