Speeches (Lines) for Timon in "The Tragedy of Timon of Athens"

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1 I / 1
  • Imprison'd is he, say you?
  • Imprison'd is he, say you?
  • Painter. 'Tis common:
    A thousand moral paintings I can show
    That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
    More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
    To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
    The foot above the head.
    [Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself]
    courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from
    VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other
    servants following]

    Timon. Imprison'd is he, say you?

2 I / 1
  • Noble Ventidius! Well;
    I am not of that feather to shake off
    My friend w...
  • Noble Ventidius! Well;
    I am not of that feather to shake off
    My friend when he must need me. I do know him
    A gentleman that well deserves a help:
    Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
    and free him.
  • Messenger. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
    His means most short, his creditors most strait:
    Your honourable letter he desires
    To those have shut him up; which failing,
    Periods his comfort.

    Timon. Noble Ventidius! Well;
    I am not of that feather to shake off
    My friend when he must need me. I do know him
    A gentleman that well deserves a help:
    Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
    and free him.

3 I / 1
  • Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
    And being enfranchised, bid him c...
  • Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
    And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
    'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
    But to support him after. Fare you well.
  • Messenger. Your lordship ever binds him.

    Timon. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
    And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
    'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
    But to support him after. Fare you well.

4 I / 1
  • Freely, good father.
  • Freely, good father.
  • Old Athenian. Lord Timon, hear me speak.

    Timon. Freely, good father.

5 I / 1
  • I have so: what of him?
  • I have so: what of him?
  • Old Athenian. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

    Timon. I have so: what of him?

6 I / 1
  • Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!
  • Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!
  • Old Athenian. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

    Timon. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!

7 I / 1
  • Well; what further?
  • Well; what further?
  • Old Athenian. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
    By night frequents my house. I am a man
    That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
    And my estate deserves an heir more raised
    Than one which holds a trencher.

    Timon. Well; what further?

8 I / 1
  • The man is honest.
  • The man is honest.
  • Old Athenian. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
    On whom I may confer what I have got:
    The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
    And I have bred her at my dearest cost
    In qualities of the best. This man of thine
    Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
    Join with me to forbid him her resort;
    Myself have spoke in vain.

    Timon. The man is honest.

9 I / 1
  • Does she love him?
  • Does she love him?
  • Old Athenian. Therefore he will be, Timon:
    His honesty rewards him in itself;
    It must not bear my daughter.

    Timon. Does she love him?

10 I / 1
  • [To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?
  • [To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?
  • Old Athenian. She is young and apt:
    Our own precedent passions do instruct us
    What levity's in youth.

    Timon. [To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?

11 I / 1
  • How shall she be endow'd,
    if she be mated with an equal husband?
  • How shall she be endow'd,
    if she be mated with an equal husband?
  • Old Athenian. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
    I call the gods to witness, I will choose
    Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
    And dispossess her all.

    Timon. How shall she be endow'd,
    if she be mated with an equal husband?

12 I / 1
  • This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
    To build his fortune I will stra...
  • This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
    To build his fortune I will strain a little,
    For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
    What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
    And make him weigh with her.
  • Old Athenian. Three talents on the present; in future, all.

    Timon. This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
    To build his fortune I will strain a little,
    For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
    What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
    And make him weigh with her.

13 I / 1
  • My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
  • My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
  • Old Athenian. Most noble lord,
    Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

    Timon. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

14 I / 1
  • I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
    Go not away. What have you there,...
  • I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
    Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
  • Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

    Timon. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
    Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

15 I / 1
  • Painting is welcome.
    The painting is almost the natural man;
    or since di...
  • Painting is welcome.
    The painting is almost the natural man;
    or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
    He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
    Even such as they give out. I like your work;
    And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
    Till you hear further from me.
  • Painter. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
    Your lordship to accept.

    Timon. Painting is welcome.
    The painting is almost the natural man;
    or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
    He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
    Even such as they give out. I like your work;
    And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
    Till you hear further from me.

16 I / 1
  • Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
    We must needs dine together. Si...
  • Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
    We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
    Hath suffer'd under praise.
  • Painter. The gods preserve ye!

    Timon. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
    We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
    Hath suffer'd under praise.

17 I / 1
  • A more satiety of commendations.
    If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,...
  • A more satiety of commendations.
    If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
    It would unclew me quite.
  • Jeweller. What, my lord! dispraise?

    Timon. A more satiety of commendations.
    If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
    It would unclew me quite.

18 I / 1
  • Well mock'd.
  • Well mock'd.
  • Jeweller. My lord, 'tis rated
    As those which sell would give: but you well know,
    Things of like value differing in the owners
    Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
    You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

    Timon. Well mock'd.

19 I / 1
  • Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
  • Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
  • Merchant. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
    Which all men speak with him.

    Timon. Look, who comes here: will you be chid?

20 I / 1
  • Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
  • Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
  • Merchant. He'll spare none.

    Timon. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

21 I / 1
  • Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
  • Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
  • Apemantus. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
    When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

    Timon. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

22 I / 1
  • Yes.
  • Yes.
  • Apemantus. Are they not Athenians?

    Timon. Yes.

23 I / 1
  • Thou art proud, Apemantus.
  • Thou art proud, Apemantus.
  • Apemantus. Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.

    Timon. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

24 I / 1
  • Whither art going?
  • Whither art going?
  • Apemantus. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

    Timon. Whither art going?

25 I / 1
  • That's a deed thou'lt die for.
  • That's a deed thou'lt die for.
  • Apemantus. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

    Timon. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

26 I / 1
  • How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
  • How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

    Timon. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?

27 I / 1
  • Wrought he not well that painted it?
  • Wrought he not well that painted it?
  • Apemantus. The best, for the innocence.

    Timon. Wrought he not well that painted it?

28 I / 1
  • Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
  • Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?

    Timon. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

29 I / 1
  • An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
  • An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
  • Apemantus. No; I eat not lords.

    Timon. An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.

30 I / 1
  • That's a lascivious apprehension.
  • That's a lascivious apprehension.
  • Apemantus. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

    Timon. That's a lascivious apprehension.

31 I / 1
  • How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
  • How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.

    Timon. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

32 I / 1
  • What dost thou think 'tis worth?
  • What dost thou think 'tis worth?
  • Apemantus. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
    man a doit.

    Timon. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

33 I / 1
  • What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
  • What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
    labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o'
    the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!

    Timon. What wouldst do then, Apemantus?

34 I / 1
  • What, thyself?
  • What, thyself?
  • Apemantus. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.

    Timon. What, thyself?

35 I / 1
  • Wherefore?
  • Wherefore?
  • Apemantus. Ay.

    Timon. Wherefore?

36 I / 1
  • What trumpet's that?
  • What trumpet's that?
  • Apemantus. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!

    Timon. What trumpet's that?

37 I / 1
  • Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
    [Exeunt some Attendants]
    Yo...
  • Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
    [Exeunt some Attendants]
    You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
    Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,
    Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
    [Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest]
    Most welcome, sir!
  • Messenger. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
    All of companionship.

    Timon. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
    [Exeunt some Attendants]
    You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
    Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,
    Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
    [Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest]
    Most welcome, sir!

38 I / 1
  • Right welcome, sir!
    Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
    In diffe...
  • Right welcome, sir!
    Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
    In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
  • Alcibiades. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
    Most hungerly on your sight.

    Timon. Right welcome, sir!
    Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
    In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

39 I / 2
  • O, by no means,
    Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
    I gave it freely...
  • O, by no means,
    Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
    I gave it freely ever; and there's none
    Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
    If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
    To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
  • Ventidius. Most honour'd Timon,
    It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
    And call him to long peace.
    He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
    Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
    To your free heart, I do return those talents,
    Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
    I derived liberty.

    Timon. O, by no means,
    Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
    I gave it freely ever; and there's none
    Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
    If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
    To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.

40 I / 2
  • Nay, my lords,
    [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
    Ceremony...
  • Nay, my lords,
    [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
    Ceremony was but devised at first
    To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
    Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
    But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
    Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
    Than my fortunes to me.
  • Ventidius. A noble spirit!

    Timon. Nay, my lords,
    [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
    Ceremony was but devised at first
    To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
    Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
    But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
    Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
    Than my fortunes to me.

41 I / 2
  • O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
  • O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
  • Apemantus. Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?

    Timon. O, Apemantus, you are welcome.

42 I / 2
  • Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
    Does not become a man: 'tis m...
  • Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
    Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
    They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
    man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
    himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
    he fit for't, indeed.
  • Apemantus. No;
    You shall not make me welcome:
    I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

    Timon. Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
    Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
    They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
    man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
    himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
    he fit for't, indeed.

43 I / 2
  • I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
    therefore welcome: I myself wou...
  • I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
    therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
    prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
  • Apemantus. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
    observe; I give thee warning on't.

    Timon. I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
    therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
    prithee, let my meat make thee silent.

44 I / 2
  • My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
  • My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
  • Apemantus. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
    ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
    men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
    to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
    and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
    I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
    Methinks they should invite them without knives;
    Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
    There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
    next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
    breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
    man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
    huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
    Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
    Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

    Timon. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.

45 I / 2
  • Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
  • Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
  • Apemantus. Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
    well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
    look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
    be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
    This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
    Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
    Apemantus' grace.
    Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
    I pray for no man but myself:
    Grant I may never prove so fond,
    To trust man on his oath or bond;
    Or a harlot, for her weeping;
    Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
    Or a keeper with my freedom;
    Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
    Amen. So fall to't:
    Rich men sin, and I eat root.
    [Eats and drinks]
    Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

    Timon. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

46 I / 2
  • You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
    dinner of friends.
  • You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
    dinner of friends.
  • Alcibiades. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

    Timon. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
    dinner of friends.

47 I / 2
  • O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
    themselves have provided that I s...
  • O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
    themselves have provided that I shall have much help
    from you: how had you been my friends else? why
    have you that charitable title from thousands, did
    not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
    more of you to myself than you can with modesty
    speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
    you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
    friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
    were the most needless creatures living, should we
    ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
    sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
    sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
    myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
    are born to do benefits: and what better or
    properer can we can our own than the riches of our
    friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
    so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
    fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
    Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
    forget their faults, I drink to you.
  • First Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
    would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
    some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
    for ever perfect.

    Timon. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
    themselves have provided that I shall have much help
    from you: how had you been my friends else? why
    have you that charitable title from thousands, did
    not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
    more of you to myself than you can with modesty
    speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
    you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
    friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
    were the most needless creatures living, should we
    ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
    sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
    sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
    myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
    are born to do benefits: and what better or
    properer can we can our own than the riches of our
    friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
    so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
    fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
    Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
    forget their faults, I drink to you.

48 I / 2
  • What means that trump?
    [Enter a Servant]
    How now?
  • What means that trump?
    [Enter a Servant]
    How now?
  • Apemantus. Much!

    Timon. What means that trump?
    [Enter a Servant]
    How now?

49 I / 2
  • Ladies! what are their wills?
  • Ladies! what are their wills?
  • Servant. Please you, my lord, there are certain
    ladies most desirous of admittance.

    Timon. Ladies! what are their wills?

50 I / 2
  • I pray, let them be admitted.
  • I pray, let them be admitted.
  • Servant. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
    bears that office, to signify their pleasures.

    Timon. I pray, let them be admitted.

51 I / 2
  • They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
    Music, make their welcome...
  • They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
    Music, make their welcome!
  • Cupid. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
    That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
    Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
    To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
    Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
    They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

    Timon. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
    Music, make their welcome!

52 I / 2
  • You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
    Set a fair fashion on o...
  • You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
    Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
    Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
    You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
    And entertain'd me with mine own device;
    I am to thank you for 't.
  • Apemantus. Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
    They dance! they are mad women.
    Like madness is the glory of this life.
    As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
    We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
    And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
    Upon whose age we void it up again,
    With poisonous spite and envy.
    Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
    Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
    Of their friends' gift?
    I should fear those that dance before me now
    Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
    Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
    [The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of]
    TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an
    Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
    strain or two to the hautboys, and cease]

    Timon. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
    Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
    Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
    You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
    And entertain'd me with mine own device;
    I am to thank you for 't.

53 I / 2
  • Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
    Please you to dispose yourselv...
  • Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
    Please you to dispose yourselves.
  • Apemantus. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
    taking, I doubt me.

    Timon. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
    Please you to dispose yourselves.

54 I / 2
  • Flavius.
  • Flavius.
  • All Ladies. Most thankfully, my lord.

    Timon. Flavius.

55 I / 2
  • The little casket bring me hither.
  • The little casket bring me hither.
  • Flavius. My lord?

    Timon. The little casket bring me hither.

56 I / 2
  • O my friends,
    I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
    I m...
  • O my friends,
    I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
    I must entreat you, honour me so much
    As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
    Kind my lord.
  • Second Lord. Our horses!

    Timon. O my friends,
    I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
    I must entreat you, honour me so much
    As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
    Kind my lord.

57 I / 2
  • They are fairly welcome.
  • They are fairly welcome.
  • Servant. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
    Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

    Timon. They are fairly welcome.

58 I / 2
  • Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
    I prithee, let's be provided to...
  • Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
    I prithee, let's be provided to show them
    entertainment.
  • Flavius. I beseech your honour,
    Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

    Timon. Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
    I prithee, let's be provided to show them
    entertainment.

59 I / 2
  • I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
    Be worthily entertain'd.
    [E...
  • I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
    Be worthily entertain'd.
    [Enter a third Servant]
    How now! what news?
  • Second Servant. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
    Out of his free love, hath presented to you
    Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

    Timon. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
    Be worthily entertain'd.
    [Enter a third Servant]
    How now! what news?

60 I / 2
  • I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
    Not without fair reward.
  • I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
    Not without fair reward.
  • Third Servant. Please you, my lord, that honourable
    gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
    to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour
    two brace of greyhounds.

    Timon. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
    Not without fair reward.

61 I / 2
  • You do yourselves
    Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
    Here...
  • You do yourselves
    Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
    Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
  • Flavius. [Aside] What will this come to?
    He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
    And all out of an empty coffer:
    Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
    To show him what a beggar his heart is,
    Being of no power to make his wishes good:
    His promises fly so beyond his state
    That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
    For every word: he is so kind that he now
    Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.
    Well, would I were gently put out of office
    Before I were forced out!
    Happier is he that has no friend to feed
    Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
    I bleed inwardly for my lord.

    Timon. You do yourselves
    Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
    Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

62 I / 2
  • And now I remember, my lord, you gave
    Good words the other day of a bay cour...
  • And now I remember, my lord, you gave
    Good words the other day of a bay courser
    I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
  • Third Lord. O, he's the very soul of bounty!

    Timon. And now I remember, my lord, you gave
    Good words the other day of a bay courser
    I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.

63 I / 2
  • You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
    Can justly praise but what he...
  • You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
    Can justly praise but what he does affect:
    I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
    I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
  • Second Lord. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

    Timon. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
    Can justly praise but what he does affect:
    I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
    I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.

64 I / 2
  • I take all and your several visitations
    So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to...
  • I take all and your several visitations
    So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
    Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
    And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
    Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
    It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
    Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
    Lie in a pitch'd field.
  • All Lords. O, none so welcome.

    Timon. I take all and your several visitations
    So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
    Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
    And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
    Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
    It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
    Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
    Lie in a pitch'd field.

65 I / 2
  • And so
    Am I to you.
  • And so
    Am I to you.
  • First Lord. We are so virtuously bound--

    Timon. And so
    Am I to you.

66 I / 2
  • All to you. Lights, more lights!
  • All to you. Lights, more lights!
  • Second Lord. So infinitely endear'd--

    Timon. All to you. Lights, more lights!

67 I / 2
  • Ready for his friends.
  • Ready for his friends.
  • First Lord. The best of happiness,
    Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!

    Timon. Ready for his friends.

68 I / 2
  • Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
    good to thee.
  • Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
    good to thee.
  • Apemantus. What a coil's here!
    Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
    I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
    That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
    Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
    Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

    Timon. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
    good to thee.

69 I / 2
  • Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
    sworn not to give regard to...
  • Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
    sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
    with better music.
  • Apemantus. No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
    there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then
    thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,
    Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in
    paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
    vain-glories?

    Timon. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
    sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
    with better music.

70 II / 2
  • So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
    My Alcibiades. With me? what is...
  • So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
    My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
  • Caphis. Here comes the lord.

    Timon. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
    My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?

71 II / 2
  • Dues! Whence are you?
  • Dues! Whence are you?
  • Caphis. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

    Timon. Dues! Whence are you?

72 II / 2
  • Go to my steward.
  • Go to my steward.
  • Caphis. Of Athens here, my lord.

    Timon. Go to my steward.

73 II / 2
  • Mine honest friend,
    I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
  • Mine honest friend,
    I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
  • Caphis. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
    To the succession of new days this month:
    My master is awaked 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.

    Timon. Mine honest friend,
    I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

74 II / 2
  • Contain thyself, good friend.
    He humbly prays your speedy payment.
  • Contain thyself, good friend.
    He humbly prays your speedy payment.
  • Caphis. Nay, good my lord,--

    Timon. Contain thyself, good friend.
    He humbly prays your speedy payment.

75 II / 2
  • Give me breath.
    I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
    I'll wait upon...
  • 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 encounter'd
    With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
    And the detention of long-since-due debts,
    Against my honour?
  • Caphis. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
    And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

    Timon. 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 encounter'd
    With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
    And the detention of long-since-due debts,
    Against my honour?

76 II / 2
  • Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
  • Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
  • Flavius. 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.

    Timon. Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.

77 II / 2
  • You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
    Had you not fully laid my state...
  • 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?
  • Flavius. Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.

    Timon. 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?

78 II / 2
  • Go to:
    Perchance some single vantages you took.
    When my indisposition pu...
  • Go to:
    Perchance some single vantages you took.
    When my indisposition put you back:
    And that unaptness made your minister,
    Thus to excuse yourself.
  • Flavius. You would not hear me,
    At many leisures I proposed.

    Timon. Go to:
    Perchance some single vantages you took.
    When my indisposition put you back:
    And that unaptness made your minister,
    Thus to excuse yourself.

79 II / 2
  • Let all my land be sold.
  • Let all my land be sold.
  • Flavius. O my good lord,
    At many times I brought in my accounts,
    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 the authority of manners, pray'd you
    To hold your hand more close: I did endure
    Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have
    Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
    And your great flow of debts. My loved 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.

    Timon. Let all my land be sold.

80 II / 2
  • To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
  • To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
  • Flavius. 'Tis all engaged, 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 reckoning?

    Timon. To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

81 II / 2
  • You tell me true.
  • You tell me true.
  • Flavius. 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!

    Timon. You tell me true.

82 II / 2
  • Prithee, no more.
  • Prithee, no more.
  • Flavius. If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
    Call me before the 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 blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
    I have retired me to a wasteful cock,
    And set mine eyes at flow.

    Timon. Prithee, no more.

83 II / 2
  • Come, sermon me no further:
    No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
  • Come, sermon me no further:
    No villanous 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.
  • Flavius. 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 showers,
    These flies are couch'd.

    Timon. Come, sermon me no further:
    No villanous 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.

84 II / 2
  • And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,
    That I account them bles...
  • 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!
  • Flavius. Assurance bless your thoughts!

    Timon. 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!

85 II / 2
  • I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
    to Lord Lucullus you: I h...
  • I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
    to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
    to-day: 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.
  • All Servants. My lord? my lord?

    Timon. I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
    to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
    to-day: 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.

86 II / 2
  • Go you, sir, to the senators--
    Of whom, even to the state's best health, I h...
  • Go you, sir, to the senators--
    Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
    Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant
    A thousand talents to me.
  • Flavius. [Aside] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!

    Timon. Go you, sir, to the senators--
    Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
    Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant
    A thousand talents to me.

87 II / 2
  • Is't true? can't be?
  • Is't true? can't be?
  • Flavius. 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.

    Timon. Is't true? can't be?

88 II / 2
  • You gods, reward them!
    Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
    Hav...
  • You gods, reward them!
    Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
    Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
    Their blood is caked, '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.
    [To a Servant]
    Go to Ventidius.
    [To FLAVIUS]
    Prithee, be not sad,
    Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
    No blame belongs to thee.
    [To Servant]
    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 remember'd
    With those five talents.
    [Exit Servant]
    [To FLAVIUS]
    That had, give't these fellows
    To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
    That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
  • Flavius. 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 honourable,--
    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.

    Timon. You gods, reward them!
    Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
    Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
    Their blood is caked, '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.
    [To a Servant]
    Go to Ventidius.
    [To FLAVIUS]
    Prithee, be not sad,
    Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
    No blame belongs to thee.
    [To Servant]
    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 remember'd
    With those five talents.
    [Exit Servant]
    [To FLAVIUS]
    That had, give't these fellows
    To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
    That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.

89 III / 4
  • What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
    Have I been ever free, and mu...
  • 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?
  • Flaminius. [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!

    Timon. 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?

90 III / 4
  • Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
  • Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
  • Philotus. All our bills.

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

91 III / 4
  • Cut my heart in sums.
  • Cut my heart in sums.
  • Timon. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.

    Timon. Cut my heart in sums.

92 III / 4
  • Tell out my blood.
  • Tell out my blood.
  • Titus. Mine, fifty talents.

    Timon. Tell out my blood.

93 III / 4
  • Five thousand drops pays that.
    What yours?--and yours?
  • Five thousand drops pays that.
    What yours?--and yours?
  • Timon. Tell out my blood.

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

94 III / 4
  • Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
  • Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
  • Second Servant. My lord,--

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

95 III / 4
  • They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
    Creditors? devils!
  • They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
    Creditors? devils!
  • Hortensius. '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.

    Timon. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
    Creditors? devils!

96 III / 4
  • What if it should be so?
  • What if it should be so?
  • Flavius. My dear lord,--

    Timon. What if it should be so?

97 III / 4
  • I'll have it so. My steward!
  • I'll have it so. My steward!
  • Flavius. My lord,--

    Timon. I'll have it so. My steward!

98 III / 4
  • So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
    Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
  • So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
    Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
    All, sirrah, all:
    I'll once more feast the rascals.
  • Flavius. Here, my lord.

    Timon. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
    Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
    All, sirrah, all:
    I'll once more feast the rascals.

99 III / 4
  • Be't not in thy care; go,
    I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
  • 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.
  • Flavius. O my lord,
    You only speak from your distracted soul;
    There is not so much left, to furnish out
    A moderate table.

    Timon. 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.

100 III / 6
  • With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?
  • With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?
  • Second Lord. He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.

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

101 III / 6
  • [Aside] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such
    summer-birds are men. Gentlem...
  • [Aside] 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.
  • Second Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing than we
    your lordship.

    Timon. [Aside] 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.

102 III / 6
  • O, sir, let it not trouble you.
  • O, sir, let it not trouble you.
  • First Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
    that I returned you an empty messenger.

    Timon. O, sir, let it not trouble you.

103 III / 6
  • Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
  • Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
  • Second Lord. My noble lord,--

    Timon. Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

104 III / 6
  • Think not on 't, sir.
  • Think not on 't, sir.
  • Second 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.

    Timon. Think not on 't, sir.

105 III / 6
  • Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
    [The banquet brought in]
    Come...
  • Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
    [The banquet brought in]
    Come, bring in all together.
  • Second Lord. If you had sent but two hours before,--

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

106 III / 6
  • My worthy friends, will you draw near?
  • My worthy friends, will you draw near?
  • Second Lord. I pray you, upon what?

    Timon. My worthy friends, will you draw near?

107 III / 6
  • Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to
    the lip of his mistress...
  • 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 welcome.
    Uncover, dogs, and lap.
    [The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of]
    warm water]
  • Third Lord. I do conceive.

    Timon. 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 welcome.
    Uncover, dogs, and lap.
    [The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of]
    warm water]

108 III / 6
  • May you a better feast never behold,
    You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and l...
  • May you a better feast never behold,
    You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water
    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 minute-jacks!
    Of man and beast the infinite malady
    Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
    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!
  • Some Others. I know not.

    Timon. May you a better feast never behold,
    You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water
    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 minute-jacks!
    Of man and beast the infinite malady
    Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
    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!

109 IV / 1
  • Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
    That girdlest in those wolves, dive...
  • Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
    That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
    And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
    Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
    Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
    And minister in their steads! to general filths
    Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
    Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
    Rather than render back, out with your knives,
    And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
    Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
    And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
    Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
    pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
    With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
    Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
    Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
    Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
    Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
    Decline to your confounding contraries,
    And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
    Your potent and infectious fevers heap
    On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
    Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
    As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
    Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
    That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
    And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
    Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
    Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
    at their society, as their friendship, may
    merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
    But nakedness, thou detestable town!
    Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
    Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
    The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
    The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
    The Athenians both within and out that wall!
    And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
    To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.
  • Fourth Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.

    Timon. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
    That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
    And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
    Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
    Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
    And minister in their steads! to general filths
    Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
    Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
    Rather than render back, out with your knives,
    And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
    Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
    And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
    Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
    pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
    With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
    Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
    Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
    Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
    Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
    Decline to your confounding contraries,
    And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
    Your potent and infectious fevers heap
    On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
    Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
    As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
    Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
    That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
    And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
    Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
    Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
    at their society, as their friendship, may
    merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
    But nakedness, thou detestable town!
    Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
    Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
    The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
    The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
    The Athenians both within and out that wall!
    And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
    To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.

110 IV / 3
  • O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
    Rotten humidity; below thy siste...
  • 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 honour.
    It is the pasture lards the rother'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 grise of fortune
    Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
    Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
    There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
    But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
    All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
    His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
    Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
    [Digging]
    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 the accursed,
    Make the hoar leprosy adored, 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 spital-house and ulcerous sores
    Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
    To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
    Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
    Among the route of nations, I will make thee
    Do thy right nature.
    [March afar off]
    Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick,
    But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt 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; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA]
  • Flavius. Good fellows all,
    The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
    Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,
    Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say,
    As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
    'We have seen better days.' Let each take some;
    Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
    Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
    [Servants embrace, and part several ways]
    O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
    Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
    Since riches point to misery and contempt?
    Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live
    But in a dream of friendship?
    To have his pomp and all what state compounds
    But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
    Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart,
    Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,
    When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!
    Who, then, dares to be half so kind again?
    For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
    My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,
    Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
    Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord!
    He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
    Of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to
    Supply his life, or that which can command it.
    I'll follow and inquire him out:
    I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;
    Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.

    Timon. 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 honour.
    It is the pasture lards the rother'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 grise of fortune
    Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
    Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
    There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
    But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
    All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
    His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
    Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
    [Digging]
    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 the accursed,
    Make the hoar leprosy adored, 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 spital-house and ulcerous sores
    Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
    To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
    Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
    Among the route of nations, I will make thee
    Do thy right nature.
    [March afar off]
    Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick,
    But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt 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; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA]

111 IV / 3
  • A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
    For showing me again the ey...
  • A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
    For showing me again the eyes of man!
  • Alcibiades. What art thou there? speak.

    Timon. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
    For showing me again the eyes of man!

112 IV / 3
  • I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
    For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog...
  • I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
    For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
    That I might love thee something.
  • Alcibiades. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
    That art thyself a man?

    Timon. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
    For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
    That I might love thee something.

113 IV / 3
  • I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
    I not desire to know. Follo...
  • 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 cherubim look.
  • Alcibiades. I know thee well;
    But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

    Timon. 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 cherubim look.

114 IV / 3
  • I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
    To thine own lips again.
  • I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
    To thine own lips again.
  • Phrynia. Thy lips rot off!

    Timon. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
    To thine own lips again.

115 IV / 3
  • As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
    But then renew I could not, like...
  • 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.
  • Alcibiades. How came the noble Timon to this change?

    Timon. 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.

116 IV / 3
  • None, but to
    Maintain my opinion.
  • None, but to
    Maintain my opinion.
  • Alcibiades. Noble Timon,
    What friendship may I do thee?

    Timon. None, but to
    Maintain my opinion.

117 IV / 3
  • Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
    wilt not promise, the gods...
  • 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!
  • Alcibiades. What is it, Timon?

    Timon. 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!

118 IV / 3
  • Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
  • Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
  • Alcibiades. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

    Timon. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.

119 IV / 3
  • As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
  • As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
  • Alcibiades. I see them now; then was a blessed time.

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

120 IV / 3
  • Art thou Timandra?
  • Art thou Timandra?
  • Timandra. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world
    Voiced so regardfully?

    Timon. Art thou Timandra?

121 IV / 3
  • Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;
    Give them diseases, leav...
  • 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-cheeked youth
    To the tub-fast and the diet.
  • Timandra. Yes.

    Timon. 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-cheeked youth
    To the tub-fast and the diet.

122 IV / 3
  • I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
  • I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
  • Alcibiades. 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 grieved,
    How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
    Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
    But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--

    Timon. I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

123 IV / 3
  • How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
    I had rather be alone.
  • How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
    I had rather be alone.
  • Alcibiades. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

    Timon. How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
    I had rather be alone.

124 IV / 3
  • Keep it, I cannot eat it.
  • Keep it, I cannot eat it.
  • Alcibiades. Why, fare thee well:
    Here is some gold for thee.

    Timon. Keep it, I cannot eat it.

125 IV / 3
  • Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
  • Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
  • Alcibiades. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--

    Timon. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?

126 IV / 3
  • The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
    And thee after, when thou hast c...
  • The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
    And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
  • Alcibiades. Ay, Timon, and have cause.

    Timon. The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
    And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!

127 IV / 3
  • That, by killing of villains,
    Thou wast born to conquer my country.
    Put...
  • 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-viced city hang his poison
    In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
    Pity not honour'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 pronounced thy throat shall cut,
    And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
    Put armour 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 soldiers:
    Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
    Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
  • Alcibiades. Why me, Timon?

    Timon. 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-viced city hang his poison
    In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
    Pity not honour'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 pronounced thy throat shall cut,
    And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
    Put armour 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 soldiers:
    Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
    Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

128 IV / 3
  • Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
    upon thee!
  • Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
    upon thee!
  • Alcibiades. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
    givest me,
    Not all thy counsel.

    Timon. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
    upon thee!

129 IV / 3
  • Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
    And to make whores, a bawd. Hold...
  • 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
    The 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 burthens 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!
  • Phrynia. [with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?

    Timon. 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
    The 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 burthens 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!

130 IV / 3
  • Consumptions sow
    In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
    And m...
  • 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!
  • Phrynia. [with Timandra] Well, more gold: what then?
    Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

    Timon. 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!

131 IV / 3
  • More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
  • More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
  • Phrynia. [with Timandra] More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

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

132 IV / 3
  • If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
  • If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
  • Alcibiades. Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
    If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.

    Timon. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.

133 IV / 3
  • Yes, thou spokest well of me.
  • Yes, thou spokest well of me.
  • Alcibiades. I never did thee harm.

    Timon. Yes, thou spokest well of me.

134 IV / 3
  • Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
    Thy beagles with thee.
  • Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
    Thy beagles with thee.
  • Alcibiades. Call'st thou that harm?

    Timon. Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
    Thy beagles with thee.

135 IV / 3
  • That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
    Should yet be hungry! Common mo...
  • That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
    Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
    [Digging]
    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 the abhorred births below crisp heaven
    Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
    Yield him, who all thy human sons doth 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 ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
    And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
    That from it all consideration slips!
    [Enter APEMANTUS]
    More man? plague, plague!
  • Alcibiades. We but offend him. Strike!
    [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA,]
    and TIMANDRA]

    Timon. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
    Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
    [Digging]
    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 the abhorred births below crisp heaven
    Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
    Yield him, who all thy human sons doth 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 ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
    And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
    That from it all consideration slips!
    [Enter APEMANTUS]
    More man? plague, plague!

136 IV / 3
  • 'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
    Whom I would imitate: consumpt...
  • 'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
    Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!
  • Apemantus. I was directed hither: men report
    Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

    Timon. 'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
    Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!

137 IV / 3
  • Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
  • Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
  • Apemantus. This is in thee a nature but infected;
    A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
    From change of fortune. 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 diseased 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 gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid 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.

    Timon. Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.

138 IV / 3
  • A fool of thee: depart.
  • A fool of thee: depart.
  • Apemantus. 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 moss'd trees,
    That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
    And skip where thou point'st out? will the
    cold brook,
    Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
    To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures
    Whose naked natures live in an the spite
    Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
    To the conflicting elements exposed,
    Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
    O, thou shalt find--

    Timon. A fool of thee: depart.

139 IV / 3
  • I hate thee worse.
  • I hate thee worse.
  • Apemantus. I love thee better now than e'er I did.

    Timon. I hate thee worse.

140 IV / 3
  • Thou flatter'st misery.
  • Thou flatter'st misery.
  • Apemantus. Why?

    Timon. Thou flatter'st misery.

141 IV / 3
  • Why dost thou seek me out?
  • Why dost thou seek me out?
  • Apemantus. I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.

    Timon. Why dost thou seek me out?

142 IV / 3
  • Always a villain's office or a fool's.
    Dost please thyself in't?
  • Always a villain's office or a fool's.
    Dost please thyself in't?
  • Apemantus. To vex thee.

    Timon. Always a villain's office or a fool's.
    Dost please thyself in't?

143 IV / 3
  • What! a knave too?
  • What! a knave too?
  • Apemantus. Ay.

    Timon. What! a knave too?

144 IV / 3
  • Not by his breath that is more miserable.
    Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's t...
  • Not by his breath that is more miserable.
    Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
    With favour 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 plunged thyself
    In general riot; melted down thy youth
    In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
    The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
    The sugar'd 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, hive 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.
  • Apemantus. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
    To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
    Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,
    Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
    Outlives encertain 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.

    Timon. Not by his breath that is more miserable.
    Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
    With favour 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 plunged thyself
    In general riot; melted down thy youth
    In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
    The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
    The sugar'd 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, hive 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.

145 IV / 3
  • Ay, that I am not thee.
  • Ay, that I am not thee.
  • Apemantus. Art thou proud yet?

    Timon. Ay, that I am not thee.

146 IV / 3
  • I, that I am one now:
    Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
    I'ld g...
  • 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.
  • Apemantus. I, that I was
    No prodigal.

    Timon. 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.

147 IV / 3
  • First mend my company, take away thyself.
  • First mend my company, take away thyself.
  • Apemantus. Here; I will mend thy feast.

    Timon. First mend my company, take away thyself.

148 IV / 3
  • 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
    if not, I would it were.
  • 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
    if not, I would it were.
  • Apemantus. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.

    Timon. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
    if not, I would it were.

149 IV / 3
  • Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
    Tell them there I have gold; look...
  • Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
    Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
  • Apemantus. What wouldst thou have to Athens?

    Timon. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
    Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

150 IV / 3
  • The best and truest;
    For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
  • The best and truest;
    For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
  • Apemantus. Here is no use for gold.

    Timon. The best and truest;
    For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

151 IV / 3
  • Under that's above me.
    Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
  • Under that's above me.
    Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. Where liest o' nights, Timon?

    Timon. Under that's above me.
    Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?

152 IV / 3
  • Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
  • Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
  • Apemantus. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
    it.

    Timon. Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

153 IV / 3
  • To sauce thy dishes.
  • To sauce thy dishes.
  • Apemantus. Where wouldst thou send it?

    Timon. To sauce thy dishes.

154 IV / 3
  • On what I hate I feed not.
  • On what I hate I feed not.
  • Apemantus. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
    extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt
    and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much
    curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art
    despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for
    thee, eat it.

    Timon. On what I hate I feed not.

155 IV / 3
  • Ay, though it look like thee.
  • Ay, though it look like thee.
  • Apemantus. Dost hate a medlar?

    Timon. Ay, though it look like thee.

156 IV / 3
  • Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
    ever know beloved?
  • Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
    ever know beloved?
  • Apemantus. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
    have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
    ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?

    Timon. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
    ever know beloved?

157 IV / 3
  • I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
    dog.
  • I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
    dog.
  • Apemantus. Myself.

    Timon. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
    dog.

158 IV / 3
  • Women nearest; but men, men are the things
    themselves. What wouldst thou do...
  • Women nearest; but men, men are the things
    themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
    Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
  • Apemantus. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare
    to thy flatterers?

    Timon. Women nearest; but men, men are the things
    themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
    Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

159 IV / 3
  • Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
    men, and remain a beast w...
  • Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
    men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
  • Apemantus. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

    Timon. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
    men, and remain a beast with the beasts?

160 IV / 3
  • A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'
    attain to! If thou wert the...
  • 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 three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would
    suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by
    the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would
    torment thee, and still thou livedst 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 killed by the horse:
    wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the
    leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to
    the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
    thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy
    defence 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!
  • Apemantus. Ay, Timon.

    Timon. 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 three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would
    suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by
    the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would
    torment thee, and still thou livedst 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 killed by the horse:
    wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the
    leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to
    the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
    thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy
    defence 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!

161 IV / 3
  • How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
  • How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
  • Apemantus. 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.

    Timon. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?

162 IV / 3
  • When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
    welcome. I had rather b...
  • When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
    welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
  • Apemantus. 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.

    Timon. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
    welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.

163 IV / 3
  • Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
  • Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
  • Apemantus. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

    Timon. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

164 IV / 3
  • All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
  • All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
  • Apemantus. A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.

    Timon. All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

165 IV / 3
  • If I name thee.
    I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
  • If I name thee.
    I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
  • Apemantus. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.

    Timon. If I name thee.
    I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

166 IV / 3
  • Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
    Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
  • Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
    Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
    I swound to see thee.
  • Apemantus. I would my tongue could rot them off!

    Timon. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
    Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
    I swound to see thee.

167 IV / 3
  • Away,
    Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
    A stone by thee.
  • Away,
    Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
    A stone by thee.
  • Apemantus. Would thou wouldst burst!

    Timon. Away,
    Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
    A stone by thee.

168 IV / 3
  • Slave!
  • Slave!
  • Apemantus. Beast!

    Timon. Slave!

169 IV / 3
  • Rogue, rogue, rogue!
    I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
  • 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 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, loved and delicate wooer,
    Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
    That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
    That solder'st close impossibilities,
    And makest 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!
  • Apemantus. Toad!

    Timon. 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 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, loved and delicate wooer,
    Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
    That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
    That solder'st close impossibilities,
    And makest 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!

170 IV / 3
  • Throng'd to!
  • Throng'd to!
  • Apemantus. Would 'twere so!
    But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:
    Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

    Timon. Throng'd to!

171 IV / 3
  • Thy back, I prithee.
  • Thy back, I prithee.
  • Apemantus. Ay.

    Timon. Thy back, I prithee.

172 IV / 3
  • Long live so, and so die.
    [Exit APEMANTUS]
    I am quit.
    Moe things lik...
  • Long live so, and so die.
    [Exit APEMANTUS]
    I am quit.
    Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
  • Apemantus. Live, and love thy misery.

    Timon. Long live so, and so die.
    [Exit APEMANTUS]
    I am quit.
    Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

173 IV / 3
  • Now, thieves?
  • Now, thieves?
  • Banditti. Save thee, Timon.

    Timon. Now, thieves?

174 IV / 3
  • Both too; and women's sons.
  • Both too; and women's sons.
  • Banditti. Soldiers, not thieves.

    Timon. Both too; and women's sons.

175 IV / 3
  • Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
    Why should you want? Behold, t...
  • 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 hips;
    The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
    Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
  • Banditti. We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

    Timon. 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 hips;
    The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
    Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?

176 IV / 3
  • Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
    You must eat men. Yet t...
  • 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' the 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
    Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
    Do villany, 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 stolen
    From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
    The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
    Have uncheque'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 no less for this
    I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.
  • First Bandit. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
    As beasts and birds and fishes.

    Timon. 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' the 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
    Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
    Do villany, 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 stolen
    From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
    The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
    Have uncheque'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 no less for this
    I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.

177 IV / 3
  • Away! what art thou?
  • Away! what art thou?
  • Flavius. O you gods!
    Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
    Full of decay and failing? O monument
    And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
    What an alteration of honour
    Has desperate want made!
    What viler 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!
    Has 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!

    Timon. Away! what art thou?

178 IV / 3
  • Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
    Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a m...
  • Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
    Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
  • Flavius. Have you forgot me, sir?

    Timon. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
    Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.

179 IV / 3
  • Then I know thee not:
    I never had honest man about me, I; all
    I kept wer...
  • Then I know thee not:
    I never had honest man about me, I; all
    I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
  • Flavius. An honest poor servant of yours.

    Timon. Then I know thee not:
    I never had honest man about me, I; all
    I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

180 IV / 3
  • What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
    love thee,
    Because thou art a...
  • 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!
  • Flavius. The gods are witness,
    Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
    For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

    Timon. 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!

181 IV / 3
  • Had I a steward
    So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
    It almost turn...
  • Had I a steward
    So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
    It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
    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?
  • Flavius. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
    To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts
    To entertain me as your steward still.

    Timon. Had I a steward
    So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
    It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
    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?

182 IV / 3
  • Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
    Here, take: the gods out of my m...
  • Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
    Here, take: the gods out of my misery
    Have 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 deny'st 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.
  • Flavius. No, my most worthy master; in whose breast
    Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed 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 honour'd lord,
    For any benefit that points to me,
    Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
    For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
    To requite me, by making rich yourself.

    Timon. Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
    Here, take: the gods out of my misery
    Have 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 deny'st 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.

183 IV / 3
  • If thou hatest curses,
    Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
    Ne...
  • If thou hatest curses,
    Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
    Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
  • Flavius. O, let me stay,
    And comfort you, my master.

    Timon. If thou hatest curses,
    Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
    Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

184 V / 1
  • [Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
    man so bad as is thyself.
  • [Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
    man so bad as is thyself.
  • Painter. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the
    time: it opens the eyes of expectation:
    performance is ever the duller for his act; and,
    but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the
    deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is
    most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind
    of will or testament which argues a great sickness
    in his judgment that makes it.

    Timon. [Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
    man so bad as is thyself.

185 V / 1
  • [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in
    thine own work? wilt thou whi...
  • [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in
    thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in
    other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
  • Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for
    him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire
    against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery
    of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.

    Timon. [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in
    thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in
    other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.

186 V / 1
  • [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a
    god's gold,
    That he is worship...
  • [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a
    god's gold,
    That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
    Than where swine feed!
    'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,
    Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
    To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
    Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey!
    Fit I meet them.
  • Painter. True;
    When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
    Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.

    Timon. [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a
    god's gold,
    That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
    Than where swine feed!
    'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,
    Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
    To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
    Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey!
    Fit I meet them.

187 V / 1
  • Have I once lived to see two honest men?
  • Have I once lived to see two honest men?
  • Painter. Our late noble master!

    Timon. Have I once lived to see two honest men?

188 V / 1
  • Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
    You that are honest, by being wha...
  • Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
    You that are honest, by being what you are,
    Make them best seen and known.
  • Poet. Sir,
    Having often of your open bounty tasted,
    Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
    Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!--
    Not all the whips of heaven are large enough:
    What! to you,
    Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
    To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover
    The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
    With any size of words.

    Timon. Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
    You that are honest, by being what you are,
    Make them best seen and known.

189 V / 1
  • Ay, you are honest men.
  • Ay, you are honest men.
  • Painter. He and myself
    Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
    And sweetly felt it.

    Timon. Ay, you are honest men.

190 V / 1
  • Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
    Can you eat roots, and drink...
  • Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
    Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
  • Painter. We are hither come to offer you our service.

    Timon. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
    Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.

191 V / 1
  • Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
    I am sure you have: speak tr...
  • Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
    I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.
  • "Both". What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.

    Timon. Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
    I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.

192 V / 1
  • Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
    Best in all Athens: thou'rt, ind...
  • Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
    Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best;
    Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
  • Painter. So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
    Came not my friend nor I.

    Timon. Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
    Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best;
    Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

193 V / 1
  • E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
    Why, thy verse swells with stu...
  • E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
    Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
    That thou art even natural in thine art.
    But, for all this, my honest-natured friends,
    I must needs say you have a little fault:
    Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
    You take much pains to mend.
  • Painter. So, so, my lord.

    Timon. E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
    Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
    That thou art even natural in thine art.
    But, for all this, my honest-natured friends,
    I must needs say you have a little fault:
    Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
    You take much pains to mend.

194 V / 1
  • You'll take it ill.
  • You'll take it ill.
  • "Both". Beseech your honour
    To make it known to us.

    Timon. You'll take it ill.

195 V / 1
  • Will you, indeed?
  • Will you, indeed?
  • "Both". Most thankfully, my lord.

    Timon. Will you, indeed?

196 V / 1
  • There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
    That mightily deceives you.
  • There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
    That mightily deceives you.
  • "Both". Doubt it not, worthy lord.

    Timon. There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
    That mightily deceives you.

197 V / 1
  • Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
    Know his gross patchery, love h...
  • Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
    Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
    Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured
    That he's a made-up villain.
  • "Both". Do we, my lord?

    Timon. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
    Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
    Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured
    That he's a made-up villain.

198 V / 1
  • Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
    Rid me these villains from yo...
  • Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
    Rid me these villains from your companies:
    Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
    Confound them by some course, and come to me,
    I'll give you gold enough.
  • Poet. Nor I.

    Timon. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
    Rid me these villains from your companies:
    Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
    Confound them by some course, and come to me,
    I'll give you gold enough.

199 V / 1
  • You that way and you this, but two in company;
    Each man apart, all single an...
  • You that way and you this, but two in company;
    Each man apart, all single and alone,
    Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
    If where thou art two villains shall not be,
    Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside
    But where one villain is, then him abandon.
    Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
    [To Painter]
    You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
    [To Poet]
    You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
    Out, rascal dogs!
  • "Both". Name them, my lord, let's know them.

    Timon. You that way and you this, but two in company;
    Each man apart, all single and alone,
    Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
    If where thou art two villains shall not be,
    Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside
    But where one villain is, then him abandon.
    Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
    [To Painter]
    You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
    [To Poet]
    You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
    Out, rascal dogs!

200 V / 1
  • Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
    be hang'd:
    For each true wor...
  • Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
    be hang'd:
    For each true word, a blister! and each false
    Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
    Consuming it with speaking!
  • Flavius. Here is his cave.
    Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon!
    Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians,
    By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:
    Speak to them, noble Timon.

    Timon. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
    be hang'd:
    For each true word, a blister! and each false
    Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
    Consuming it with speaking!

201 V / 1
  • Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
  • Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
  • First Senator. Worthy Timon,--

    Timon. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.

202 V / 1
  • I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
    Could I but catch it for...
  • I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
    Could I but catch it for them.
  • First Senator. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

    Timon. I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
    Could I but catch it for them.

203 V / 1
  • You witch me in it;
    Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
    Lend me a fo...
  • You witch me in it;
    Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
    Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes,
    And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
  • Second Senator. They confess
    Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
    Which now the public body, which doth seldom
    Play the recanter, feeling in itself
    A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
    Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;
    And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,
    Together with a recompense more fruitful
    Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
    Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth
    As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs
    And write in thee the figures of their love,
    Ever to read them thine.

    Timon. You witch me in it;
    Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
    Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes,
    And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.

204 V / 1
  • Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
    If Alcibiades kill my count...
  • Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
    If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
    Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
    That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,
    And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
    Giving our holy virgins to the stain
    Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war,
    Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
    In pity of our aged and our youth,
    I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
    And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
    While you have throats to answer: for myself,
    There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
    But I do prize it at my love before
    The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
    To the protection of the prosperous gods,
    As thieves to keepers.
  • First Senator. Therefore, Timon,--

    Timon. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
    If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
    Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
    That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,
    And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
    Giving our holy virgins to the stain
    Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war,
    Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
    In pity of our aged and our youth,
    I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
    And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
    While you have throats to answer: for myself,
    There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
    But I do prize it at my love before
    The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
    To the protection of the prosperous gods,
    As thieves to keepers.

205 V / 1
  • Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
    it will be seen to-morrow: my long sicknes...
  • Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
    it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
    Of health and living now begins to mend,
    And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
    Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
    And last so long enough!
  • Flavius. Stay not, all's in vain.

    Timon. Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
    it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
    Of health and living now begins to mend,
    And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
    Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
    And last so long enough!

206 V / 1
  • But yet I love my country, and am not
    One that rejoices in the common wreck,...
  • But yet I love my country, and am not
    One that rejoices in the common wreck,
    As common bruit doth put it.
  • First Senator. We speak in vain.

    Timon. But yet I love my country, and am not
    One that rejoices in the common wreck,
    As common bruit doth put it.

207 V / 1
  • Commend me to my loving countrymen,--
  • Commend me to my loving countrymen,--
  • First Senator. That's well spoke.

    Timon. Commend me to my loving countrymen,--

208 V / 1
  • Commend me to them,
    And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
    Th...
  • Commend me to them,
    And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
    Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
    Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
    That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
    In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
    I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
  • Second Senator. And enter in our ears like great triumphers
    In their applauding gates.

    Timon. Commend me to them,
    And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
    Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
    Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
    That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
    In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
    I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.

209 V / 1
  • I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
    That mine own use invites me to...
  • I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
    That mine own use invites me to cut down,
    And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
    Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
    From high to low throughout, that whoso please
    To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
    Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
    And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
  • First Senator. I like this well; he will return again.

    Timon. I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
    That mine own use invites me to cut down,
    And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
    Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
    From high to low throughout, that whoso please
    To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
    Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
    And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.

210 V / 1
  • Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
    Timon hath made his everlasting man...
  • Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
    Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
    Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
    Who once a day with his embossed froth
    The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,
    And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
    Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
    What is amiss plague and infection mend!
    Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
    Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
  • Flavius. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.

    Timon. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
    Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
    Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
    Who once a day with his embossed froth
    The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,
    And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
    Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
    What is amiss plague and infection mend!
    Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
    Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

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