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twg_000000026700 | house Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in, Flavius and others attending; and then enter Lord Timon, the Senators, the Athenian Lords, Alcibiades, and Ventidius, which Timon redeemded from prison. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus, discontentedly, like himself. VENTIDIUS. Most honoured Timon, It hath pleased the gods to remember my fathers age And call him to long | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026701 | 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 theres none Can truly say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026702 | 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. A noble spirit! TIMON. Nay, my lords, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026703 | there needs none. Pray, sit, more welcome are ye to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me. [_They sit._] FIRST LORD. My lord, we always have confessed it. APEMANTUS. Ho, ho, confessed it? Hanged it, have you not? TIMON. O Apemantus, you are welcome. APEMANTUS. No, You shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thrust me out | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026704 | of doors. TIMON. Fie, thourt a churl, yeve 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 it indeed. APEMANTUS. Let me stay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026705 | at thine apperil, Timon. I come to observe; I give thee warning ont. TIMON. I take no heed of thee. Thourt an Athenian, therefore, welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee; let my meat make thee silent. APEMANTUS. I scorn thy meat, twould choke me, for I should neer flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026706 | eats Timon, and he sees em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one mans 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. Theres much example for t. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026707 | The fellow that sits next him, now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draft, 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 wind-pipes dangerous notes. Great men should drink with harness on their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026708 | throats. TIMON. My lord, in heart, and let the health go round. SECOND LORD. Let it flow this way, my good lord. APEMANTUS. Flow this way? A brave fellow! He keeps his tides well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon. Heres that which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, which neer left | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026709 | man i the mire. This and my food are equals, theres 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026710 | a dog that seems a-sleeping, Or a keeper with my freedom, Or my friends if I should need em. Amen. So fall tot. Rich men sin, and I eat root. [_He eats and drinks._] Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! TIMON. Captain Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now. ALCIBIADES. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026711 | TIMON. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends. ALCIBIADES. So they were bleeding new, my lord, theres no meat like em. I could wish my best friend at such a feast. APEMANTUS. Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou mightst kill em, and bid me to em. FIRST LORD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026712 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026713 | 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 neer have need of em? They were | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026714 | the most needless creatures living, should we neer 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 call our own than the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026715 | riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one anothers fortunes. O joys een made away eret can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks. To forget their faults, I drink to you. APEMANTUS. Thou weepst to make them drink, Timon. SECOND LORD. Joy had the like conception in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026716 | our eyes And, at that instant like a babe sprung up. APEMANTUS. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. THIRD LORD. I promise you, my lord, you moved me much. APEMANTUS. Much! [_A tucket sounds._] TIMON. What means that trump? Enter a Servant. How now? SERVANT. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026717 | admittance. TIMON. Ladies? What are their wills? SERVANT. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. TIMON. I pray, let them be admitted. [_Exit Servant._] Enter Cupid. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026718 | To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. There Taste, touch, all, pleased from thy table rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. TIMON. Theyre welcome all, let em have kind admittance. Music, make their welcome! FIRST LORD. You see, my lord, how ample youre beloved. Music. Enter a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026719 | and playing. APEMANTUS. Hoy-day! What a sweep of vanity comes this way. They dance? They are madwomen. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026720 | spite and envy. Who lives thats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026721 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026722 | And entertained me with mine own device. I am to thank you for t. FIRST LADY. My lord, you take us even at the best. 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. ALL LADIES. Most thankfully, my lord. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026723 | [_Exeunt Cupid and Ladies._] TIMON. Flavius! FLAVIUS. My lord? TIMON. The little casket bring me hither. FLAVIUS. Yes, my lord. [_Aside_.] More jewels yet? There is no crossing him in s humour; Else I should tell him well, i faith, I should, When alls spent, hed be crossed then, an he could. Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026724 | man might neer be wretched for his mind. [_Exit._] FIRST LORD. Where be our men? SERVANT. Here, my lord, in readiness. SECOND LORD. Our horses! Enter Flavius with the casket. 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026725 | Accept it and wear it, Kind my lord. FIRST LORD. I am so far already in your gifts ALL. So are we all. Enter a Servant. SERVANT. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate Newly alighted and come to visit you. TIMON. They are fairly welcome. [_Exit Servant._] FLAVIUS. I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word. It | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026726 | does concern you near. TIMON. Near? Why then, another time Ill hear thee. I prithee lets be provided to show them entertainment. FLAVIUS. [_Aside_.] I scarce know how. Enter another Servant. SECOND SERVANT. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver. TIMON. I shall accept them | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026727 | fairly; let the presents Be worthily entertained. [_Exit Servant._] Enter a third Servant. How now? What news? THIRD SERVANT. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. TIMON. Ill hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward. [_Exit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026728 | Servant._] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026729 | what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word. He is so kind that he now Pays interest for t; his lands 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 een enemies exceed. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026730 | bleed inwardly for my lord. [_Exit._] TIMON. You do yourselves much wrong, You bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. SECOND LORD. With more than common thanks I will receive it. THIRD LORD. O, hes the very soul of bounty! TIMON. And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026731 | other day of a bay courser I rode on. Tis yours because you liked it. THIRD 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 friends affection with mine own. Ill tell you true, Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026732 | call to you. 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 neer be weary. Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich. It comes in charity to thee, for all thy living Is mongst the dead, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026733 | and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitched field. ALCIBIADES. Ay, defiled land, my lord. FIRST LORD. We are so virtuously bound TIMON. And so am I to you. SECOND LORD. So infinitely endeared TIMON. All to you. Lights, more lights! FIRST LORD. The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon. TIMON. Ready for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026734 | his friends. [_Exeunt all but Apemantus and Timon._] APEMANTUS. What a coils here! Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for em. Friendships full of dregs. Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies. TIMON. Now, Apemantus, if | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026735 | thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee. APEMANTUS. No, Ill 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 givst so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps, and vainglories? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026736 | 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. [_Exit._] APEMANTUS. So. Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. Ill lock thy heaven from thee. O, that mens ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [_Exit._] ACT II | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026737 | SCENE I. Athens. A room in a senators house Enter a Senator with papers. SENATOR. And late five thousand. To Varro and to Isidore He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum, Which makes it five-and-twenty. Still in motion Of raging waste! It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggars dog And give it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026738 | Timon, why, the dog coins gold. If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon Ask nothing, give it himit foals me straight, And able horses. No porter at his gate, But rather one that smiles and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can sound | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026739 | his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say! Enter Caphis. CAPHIS. Here, sir, what is your pleasure? SENATOR. Get on your cloak and haste you to Lord Timon. Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased With slight denial, nor then silenced when Commend me to your master, and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus; but tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026740 | him, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn Out of mine own, his days and times are past, And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit. I love and honour him, But must not break my back to heal his finger. Immediate are my needs, and my relief Must not be tossed and turned | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026741 | to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone. Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand, for I do fear When every feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. CAPHIS. I go, sir. SENATOR. Take the bonds along with you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026742 | And have the dates in. Come. CAPHIS. I will, sir. SENATOR. Go. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timons house Enter Flavius with many bills in his hand. FLAVIUS. No care, no stop, so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account How things go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026743 | from him, nor resumes no care Of what is to continue. Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear till feel. I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie! Enter Caphis and the Servants of Isidore and Varro. CAPHIS. Good even, Varro. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026744 | What, you come for money? VARROS SERVANT. Ist not your business too? CAPHIS. It is. And yours too, Isidore? ISIDORES SERVANT. It is so. CAPHIS. Would we were all discharged! VARROS SERVANT. I fear it. CAPHIS. Here comes the lord. Enter Timon and his train with Alcibiades TIMON. So soon as dinners done, well forth again, My Alcibiades. With me? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026745 | What is your will? CAPHIS. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. TIMON. Dues? Whence are you? CAPHIS. Of Athens here, my lord. TIMON. Go to my steward. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026746 | and humbly prays you That with your other noble parts youll suit In giving him his right. TIMON. Mine honest friend, I prithee but repair to me next morning. CAPHIS. Nay, good my lord TIMON. Contain thyself, good friend. VARROS SERVANT. One Varros servant, my good lord ISIDORES SERVANT. From Isidore. He humbly prays your speedy payment. CAPHIS. If you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026747 | did know, my lord, my masters wants VARROS SERVANT. Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past. ISIDORES SERVANT. Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I Am sent expressly to your lordship. TIMON. Give me breath. I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on, Ill wait upon you instantly. [_Exeunt Alcibiades and Timons train._] [_To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026748 | Flavius_.] Come hither. Pray you, How goes the world, that I am thus encountered With clamorous demands of debt, broken bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts Against my honour? 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026749 | Do so, my friends. See them well entertained. [_Exit._] FLAVIUS. Pray, draw near. [_Exit._] Enter Apemantus and Fool. CAPHIS. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus. Lets ha some sport with em. VARROS SERVANT. Hang him, hell abuse us. ISIDORES SERVANT. A plague upon him, dog! VARROS SERVANT. How dost, fool? APEMANTUS. Dost dialogue with thy shadow? VARROS SERVANT. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026750 | I speak not to thee. APEMANTUS. No, tis to thyself. [_To the Fool_.] Come away. ISIDORES SERVANT. [_To Varros servant_.] Theres the fool hangs on your back already. APEMANTUS. No, thou standst single; thourt not on him yet. CAPHIS. Wheres the fool now? APEMANTUS. He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurers men, bawds between gold and want. ALL | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026751 | SERVANTS. What are we, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Asses. ALL SERVANTS. Why? APEMANTUS. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to em, fool. FOOL. How do you, gentlemen? ALL SERVANTS. Gramercies, good fool. How does your mistress? FOOL. Shes een setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026752 | Corinth! APEMANTUS. Good, gramercy. Enter Page. FOOL. Look you, here comes my mistress page. PAGE. [_To the Fool_.] Why, how now, captain? What do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably. PAGE. Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters. I know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026753 | not which is which. APEMANTUS. Canst not read? PAGE. No. APEMANTUS. There will little learning die, then, that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thoult die a bawd. PAGE. Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dogs death. Answer not; I am gone. [_Exit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026754 | Page._] APEMANTUS. Een so thou outrunnst grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timons. FOOL. Will you leave me there? APEMANTUS. If Timon stay at home.You three serve three usurers? ALL SERVANTS. Ay, would they served us! APEMANTUS. So would Ias good a trick as ever hangman served thief. FOOL. Are you three usurers men? ALL SERVANTS. Ay, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026755 | fool. FOOL. I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly and go away merry, but they enter my mistresss house merrily and go away sadly. The reason of this? VARROS SERVANT. I could render one. APEMANTUS. Do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026756 | it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave, which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed. VARROS SERVANT. What is a whoremaster, fool? FOOL. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. Tis a spirit; sometime t appears like a lord, sometime like a lawyer, sometime like a philosopher, with two stones more thans artificial | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026757 | one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in. VARROS SERVANT. Thou art not altogether a fool. FOOL. Nor thou altogether a wise man. As much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackst. APEMANTUS. That answer might have become | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026758 | Apemantus. VARROS SERVANT. Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon. Enter Timon and Flavius. APEMANTUS. Come with me, fool, come. FOOL. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime the philosopher. [_Exeunt Apemantus and Fool._] FLAVIUS. Pray you walk near. Ill speak with you anon. [_Exeunt Servants._] TIMON. You make me marvel wherefore ere this time Had you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026759 | not fully laid my state before me, That I might so have rated my expense As I had leave of means. 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. FLAVIUS. O my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026760 | 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 th authority of manners, prayed you To hold your hand more close. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026761 | I did endure Not seldom nor no slight checks, when I have Prompted you in the ebb of your estate And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, Though you hear now, too late, yet nows a time. The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts. TIMON. Let all my land be sold. FLAVIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026762 | 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. FLAVIUS. O my good lord, the world is but a word; Were it all yours to give it in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026763 | a breath, How quickly were it gone! TIMON. You tell me true. FLAVIUS. If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, Call me before th exactest auditors And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppressed With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026764 | Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock And set mine eyes at flow. TIMON. Prithee, no more. FLAVIUS. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted? Who is not Timons? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026765 | Timons? 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 couched. TIMON. Come, sermon me no further. No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026766 | 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 mens fortunes could I frankly use As I can bid thee speak. FLAVIUS. Assurance bless your thoughts! TIMON. And in some sort these wants of mine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026767 | are crowned, That I account them blessings. For by these Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes. I am wealthy in my friends. Within there! Flaminius! Servilius! Enter Flaminius, Servilius and a third Servant. SERVANTS. My lord, my lord. TIMON. I will dispatch you severally. [_To Servilius_.] You to Lord Lucius; [_To Flaminius_.] to Lord | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026768 | Lucullus you, I hunted with his honour today; [_To the third Servant_.] 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. FLAMINIUS. As you have said, my lord. [_Exeunt Servants._] FLAVIUS. [_Aside_.] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026769 | Humh! TIMON. Go you, sir, to the senators, Of whom, even to the states best health, I have Deserved this hearing, Bid em send o th instant A thousand talents to me. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026770 | heads, and I am here No richer in return. TIMON. Ist true? Cant be? 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 wishedthey know not Something hath been amissa noble nature May catch a wrenchwould all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026771 | were welltis 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026772 | are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. Go to Ventidius. Prithee, be not sad, Thou art true and honest, ingenuously I speak, No blame belongs to thee. Ventidius lately Buried his father, by whose death hes stepped Into a great estate. When he was poor, Imprisoned and in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026773 | scarcity of friends, I cleared him with five talents. Greet him from me, Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his friend, which craves to be remembered With those five talents. That had, givet these fellows To whom tis instant due. Neer speak, or think That Timons fortunes mong his friends can sink. [_Exit._] FLAVIUS. I would I could not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026774 | think it. That thought is bountys foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [_Exit._] ACT III SCENE I. Athens. A room in Lucullus house Flaminius waiting to speak with Lucullus from his master. Enter a Servant to him. SERVANT. I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you. FLAMINIUS. I thank you, sir. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026775 | Lucullus. SERVANT. Heres my lord. LUCULLUS. [_Aside_.] One of Lord Timons men? A gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right. I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer tonight.Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine. [_Exit Servant._] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026776 | FLAMINIUS. His health is well, sir. LUCULLUS. I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? FLAMINIUS. Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir, which in my lords behalf I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026777 | to your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present assistance therein. LUCULLUS. La, la, la, la! Nothing doubting, says he? Alas, good lord! A noble gentleman tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha dined with him, and told him ont, and come again to supper to him of purpose | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026778 | to have him spend less, and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him ont, but I could neer get him from t. Enter Servant with wine. SERVANT. Please your lordship, here is the wine. LUCULLUS. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026779 | Heres to thee. FLAMINIUS. Your lordship speaks your pleasure. LUCULLUS. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in thee. [_To Servant_.] Get you gone, sirrah. [_Exit Servant._] Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026780 | Thy lords a bountiful gentleman, but thou art wise and thou knowst well enough, although thou comst to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. Heres three solidares for thee. Good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawst me not. Fare thee well. FLAMINIUS. Ist possible the world should so much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026781 | differ, And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee. [_Throws the money back._] LUCULLUS. Ha! Now I see thou art a fool and fit for thy master. [_Exit._] FLAMINIUS. May these add to the number that may scald thee! Let molten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! Has friendship | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026782 | such a faint and milky heart It turns in less than two nights? O you gods, I feel my masters passion. This slave Unto his honour has my lords meat in him. Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment When he is turned to poison? O, may diseases only work upont, And when hes sick to death, let not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026783 | that part of nature Which my lord paid for be of any power To expel sickness, but prolong his hour. [_Exit._] SCENE II. A public place Enter Lucius with three Strangers. LUCIUS. Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend and an honourable gentleman. FIRST STRANGER. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026784 | him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timons happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him. LUCIUS. Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money. SECOND STRANGER. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago one of his men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026785 | was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay, urged extremely fort, and showed what necessity belonged tot, and yet was denied. LUCIUS. How? SECOND STRANGER. I tell you, denied, my lord. LUCIUS. What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I am ashamed ont. Denied that honourable man? There was very little honour showed int. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026786 | For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should neer have denied his occasion so many talents. Enter Servilius. SERVILIUS. See, by good hap, yonders my lord; I have sweat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026787 | to see his honour. [_To Lucius_.] My honoured lord! LUCIUS. Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well. Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend. SERVILIUS. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent LUCIUS. Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; hes ever sending. How shall I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026788 | thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now? SERVILIUS. Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord, requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents. LUCIUS. I know his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents. SERVILIUS. But in the meantime he wants less, my lord. If his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026789 | occasion were not virtuous, I should not urge it half so faithfully. LUCIUS. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius? SERVILIUS. Upon my soul, tis true, sir. LUCIUS. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might ha shown myself honourable! How unluckily it happened that I should purchase the day before for a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026790 | little part, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to dothe more beast, I sayI was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done it now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026791 | honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me: I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far as to use mine own words to him? SERVILIUS. Yes, sir, I shall. LUCIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026792 | Ill look you out a good turn, Servilius. [_Exit Servilius._] True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed, And he thats once denied will hardly speed. [_Exit._] FIRST STRANGER. Do you observe this, Hostilius? SECOND STRANGER. Ay, too well. FIRST STRANGER. Why, this is the worlds soul, and just of the same piece Is every flatterers spirit. Who can call | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026793 | him his friend That dips in the same dish? For, in my knowing, Timon has been this lords father And kept his credit with his purse, Supported his estate, nay, Timons money Has paid his men their wages. He neer drinks But Timons silver treads upon his lip, And yetO, see the monstrousness of man When he looks out in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026794 | an ungrateful shape He does deny him, in respect of his, What charitable men afford to beggars. THIRD STRANGER. Religion groans at it. FIRST STRANGER. For mine own part, I never tasted Timon in my life, Nor came any of his bounties over me To mark me for his friend. Yet I protest, For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026795 | And honourable carriage, Had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into donation, And the best half should have returned to him, So much I love his heart. But I perceive Men must learn now with pity to dispense, For policy sits above conscience. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same. A room in Sempronius house Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026796 | a Third Servant of Timons with Sempronius, another of Timons friends. SEMPRONIUS. Must he needs trouble me int? Hum! Bove all others? He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus; And now Ventidius is wealthy too, Whom he redeemed from prison. All these Owe their estates unto him. SERVANT. My lord, They have all been touched and found base metal, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026797 | For they have all denied him. SEMPRONIUS. How? Have they denied him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him And does he send to me? Three? Humh! It shows but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians, Thrive, give him over. Must I take th cure upon me? Has much disgraced me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026798 | int. Im angry at him, That might have known my place. I see no sense fort But his occasions might have wooed me first; For, in my conscience, I was the first man That eer received gift from him. And does he think so backwardly of me now That Ill requite it last? No. So it may prove an argument | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026799 | of laughter To th rest, and I mongst lords be thought a fool. Id rather than the worth of thrice the sum Had sent to me first, but for my minds sake; Id such a courage to do him good. But now return, And with their faint reply this answer join: Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. | 60 | gutenberg |
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