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twg_000000026900 | the oak, have with one winters brush Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare For every storm that blowsI to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden. Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard int. Why shouldst thou hate men? They never flattered thee. What hast thou given? If thou wilt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026901 | 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. Art thou proud yet? TIMON. Ay, that I am not thee. APEMANTUS. I, that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026902 | was no prodigal. TIMON. I, that I am one now. Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, Id give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. That the whole life of Athens were in this! Thus would I eat it. [_Eats a root._] APEMANTUS. Here, I will mend thy feast. TIMON. First mend my company, take | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026903 | away thyself. APEMANTUS. So I shall mend mine own, by th lack of thine. TIMON. Tis not well mended so, it is but botched. If not, I would it were. 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. APEMANTUS. Here is no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026904 | use for gold. TIMON. The best and truest, For here it sleeps and does no hired harm. APEMANTUS. Where liest a-nights, Timon? TIMON. Under thats above me. Where feedst thou a-days, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Where my stomach finds meat, or rather where I eat it. TIMON. Would poison were obedient and knew my mind! APEMANTUS. Where wouldst thou send it? TIMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026905 | To sauce thy dishes. 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 knowst none, but art despised for the contrary. Theres a medlar for thee. Eat it. TIMON. On what I hate I feed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026906 | not. APEMANTUS. Dost hate a medlar? TIMON. Ay, though it look like thee. APEMANTUS. An thoudst hated medlars 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 talkst of, didst thou ever know beloved? APEMANTUS. Myself. TIMON. I understand thee. Thou hadst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026907 | some means to keep a dog. APEMANTUS. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers? TIMON. Women nearest; but menmen are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? APEMANTUS. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. TIMON. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026908 | the confusion of men and remain a beast with the beasts? 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 thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee when peradventure thou wert | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026909 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026910 | 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 germane 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026911 | thou be that were not subject to a beast? And what beast art thou already that seest not thy loss in transformation! 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026912 | out of the city? 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, Ill see thee again. TIMON. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggars dog than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026913 | Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. TIMON. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! APEMANTUS. A plague on thee! Thou art too bad to curse. TIMON. All villains that do stand by thee are pure. APEMANTUS. There is no leprosy but what thou speakst. TIMON. If I name thee, Ill beat thee, but I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026914 | should infect my hands. 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 swoon to see thee. APEMANTUS. Would thou wouldst burst! TIMON. Away, thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee. [_Throws a stone at him._] APEMANTUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026915 | Beast! TIMON. Slave! APEMANTUS. Toad! TIMON. Rogue, rogue, rogue! I am sick of this false world, and will love nought But even the mere necessities upont. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave. Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat Thy gravestone daily. Make thine epitaph, That death in me at others lives may laugh. [_To the gold._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026916 | O thou sweet king-killer and dear divorce Twixt natural son and sire; thou bright defiler Of Hymens purest bed, thou valiant Mars; Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dians lap; thou visible god, That solderst close impossibilities And makst them kiss, that speakst with every tongue To every | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026917 | 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. Would twere so! But not till I am dead. Ill say thoust gold; Thou wilt be thronged to shortly. TIMON. Thronged to? APEMANTUS. Ay. TIMON. Thy back, I prithee. APEMANTUS. Live | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026918 | and love thy misery. TIMON. Long live so, and so die! I am quit. APEMANTUS. More things like men. Eat, Timon, and abhor them. [_Exit Apemantus._] Enter Banditti. FIRST BANDIT. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of gold and the falling-from of his friends drove him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026919 | into this melancholy. SECOND BANDIT. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. THIRD BANDIT. Let us make the assay upon him. If he care not fort, he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how shalls get it? SECOND BANDIT. True, for he bears it not about him. Tis hid. FIRST BANDIT. Is not this he? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026920 | BANDITTI. Where? SECOND BANDIT. Tis his description. THIRD BANDIT. He; I know him. BANDITTI. Save thee, Timon! TIMON. Now, thieves? BANDITTI. Soldiers, not thieves. TIMON. Both too, and womens sons. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026921 | Within this mile break forth a hundred springs, The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips, The bounteous housewife Nature on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? Why want? 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026922 | eat men. Yet thanks I must you con That you are thieves professed, that you work not In holier shapes, for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Heres gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o th grape Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician; His antidotes are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026923 | poison, and he slays More than you rob. Take wealth and lives together, Do villainy, do, since you protest to dot, Like workmen. Ill example you with thievery. The suns a thief and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moons an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The seas a thief, whose | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026924 | liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earths a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stoln From general excrement. Each things a thief. The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Has unchecked theft. Love not yourselves; away! Rob one another. Theres more gold. Cut throats, All that you meet are thieves. To Athens | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026925 | 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 howsoeer! Amen. THIRD BANDIT. Has almost charmed me from my profession by persuading me to it. FIRST BANDIT. Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not to have us thrive in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026926 | our mystery. SECOND BANDIT. Ill believe him as an enemy and give over my trade. FIRST BANDIT. Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so miserable but a man may be true. [_Exeunt Banditti._] Enter Flavius. FLAVIUS. O you gods! Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord? Full of decay and failing? O monument And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026927 | wonder of good deeds evilly bestowed! 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 times guise, When man was wished to love his enemies! Grant I may ever love, and rather woo Those that would mischief | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026928 | me than those that do! He 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? FLAVIUS. Have you forgot me, sir? TIMON. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men. Then, if thou grantst thourt a man, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026929 | I have forgot thee. 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. FLAVIUS. The gods are witness, Neer did poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone lord than mine eyes for you. TIMON. What, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026930 | dost thou weep? Come nearer then. I love thee Because thou art a woman and disclaimst Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give But thorough lust and laughter. Pitys sleeping. Strange times that weep with laughing, not with weeping! FLAVIUS. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, T accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026931 | 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; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026932 | No more, I pray, and hes a steward. How fain would I have hated all mankind, And thou redeemst 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 lords | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026933 | neck. But tell me true For I must ever doubt, though neer so sure Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, A usuring kindness and as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? FLAVIUS. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late. You should have feared false times when you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026934 | 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 honoured lord, For any benefit that points to me, Either in hope or present, Id exchange For this one wish, that you had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026935 | 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 conditioned: thou shalt build from men; Hate all, curse all, show charity to none, But let the famished flesh slide from the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026936 | bone Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow em, Debts wither em to nothing; be men like blasted woods, And may diseases lick up their false bloods! And so farewell and thrive. FLAVIUS. O, let me stay And comfort you, my master. TIMON. If thou hatst curses, Stay not. Fly whilst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026937 | thourt blest and free. Neer see thou man, and let me neer see thee. [_Exeunt severally._] ACT V SCENE I. The woods. Before Timons cave Enter Poet and Painter. PAINTER. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides. POET. Whats to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026938 | so full of gold? PAINTER. Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him. He likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity. Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. POET. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends? PAINTER. Nothing else. You shall see him a palm in Athens | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026939 | again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore tis not amiss we tender our loves to him in this supposed distress of his. It will show honestly in us and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having. POET. What have you now to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026940 | present unto him? PAINTER. Nothing at this time but my visitation; only I will promise him an excellent piece. POET. I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent thats coming toward him. PAINTER. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o th time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever the duller for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026941 | 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. Enter Timon from his cave. TIMON. [_Aside_.] Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026942 | a man so bad as is thyself. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026943 | thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee. POET. Nay, lets seek him. Then do we sin against our own estate When we may profit meet and come too late. PAINTER. True. When the day serves, before black-cornered night, Find what thou wantst by free and offered light. Come. TIMON. [_Aside_.] Ill meet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026944 | you at the turn. What a gods gold, That he is worshipped in a baser temple Than where swine feed! Tis thou that riggst the bark and ploughst the foam, Settlest admired reverence in a slave. To thee be worship, and thy saints for aye Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey! Fit I meet them. [_He comes forward._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026945 | POET. Hail, worthy Timon! PAINTER. Our late noble master! TIMON. Have I once lived to see two honest men? POET. Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Hearing you were retired, your friends falln off, Whose thankless naturesO abhorred spirits! Not all the whips of heaven are large enough What, to you, Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026946 | 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 seet the better. You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen and known. PAINTER. He and myself Have travailed in the great shower of your gifts, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026947 | sweetly felt it. TIMON. Ay, you are honest men. 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? BOTH. What we can do well do, to do you service. TIMON. Yere honest men. Yeve heard that I have gold, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026948 | am sure you have. Speak truth, youre honest men. PAINTER. So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore Came not my friend nor I. TIMON. Good honest men! [_To Painter_.] Thou drawst a counterfeit Best in all Athens. Thourt indeed the best, Thou counterfeitst most lively. PAINTER. So so, my lord. TIMON. Een so, sir, as I say. [_To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026949 | the Poet_.] 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. BOTH. Beseech your honour To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026950 | make it known to us. TIMON. Youll take it ill. BOTH. Most thankfully, my lord. TIMON. Will you indeed? BOTH. Doubt it not, worthy lord. TIMON. Theres never a one of you but trusts a knave That mightily deceives you. BOTH. Do we, my lord? TIMON. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble, Know his gross patchery, love | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026951 | him, feed him, Keep in your bosom, yet remain assured That hes a made-up villain. PAINTER. I know not such, my lord. POET. Nor I. TIMON. Look you, I love you well. Ill 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026952 | to me, Ill give you gold enough. BOTH. Name them, my lord, lets 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. [_To one_.] If where thou art, two villians shall not be, Come not near him. [_To the other_.] If thou wouldst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026953 | not reside But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack! Theres gold. You came for gold, ye slaves. [_To one_.] You have work for me, theres payment, hence! [_To the other_.] You are an alchemist; make gold of that. Out, rascal dogs! [_Timon drives them out and then retires to his cave_] SCENE II. The same Enter Flavius | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026954 | and two Senators. FLAVIUS. It is vain that you would speak with Timon. For he is set so only to himself That nothing but himself which looks like man Is friendly with him. FIRST SENATOR. Bring us to his cave. It is our part and promise to th Athenians To speak with Timon. SECOND SENATOR. At all times alike Men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026955 | are not still the same: twas time and griefs That framed him thus. Time, with his fairer hand, Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him. Bring us to him And chance it as it may. FLAVIUS. Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon, Look out and speak to friends. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026956 | The Athenians By two of their most reverend senate greet thee. Speak to them, noble Timon. Enter Timon out of his cave. TIMON. Thou sun that comforts, burn! Speak and be hanged! For each true word, a blister, and each false Be as a cantherizing to the root o th tongue, Consuming it with speaking. FIRST SENATOR. Worthy Timon TIMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026957 | Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. FIRST SENATOR. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. TIMON. [_Aside_.] I thank them and would send them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them. FIRST SENATOR. O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators with one consent of love Entreat thee back | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026958 | to Athens, who have thought On special dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing. 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 Timons aid, hath sense withal Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon, And send forth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026959 | us to make their sorrowed 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026960 | it, Surprise me to the very brink of tears. Lend me a fools heart and a womans eyes And Ill beweep these comforts, worthy senators. FIRST SENATOR. Therefore so please thee to return with us, And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026961 | Live with authority. So soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades th approaches wild, Who like a boar too savage doth root up His countrys peace. SECOND SENATOR. And shakes his threatening sword Against the walls of Athens. FIRST SENATOR. Therefore, Timon TIMON. Well, sir, I will. Therefore I will, sir, thus: If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026962 | this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens And take our goodly aged men by th beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026963 | care not; Andlet him taket at worstfor their knives care not While you have throats to answer. For myself, Theres not a whittle in th unruly camp But I do prize it at my love before The reverendst throat in Athens. So I leave you To the protection of the prosperous gods, As thieves to keepers. FLAVIUS. Stay not, alls | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026964 | in vain. TIMON. Why, I was writing of my epitaph; It will be seen tomorrow. 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. FIRST SENATOR. We speak in vain. TIMON. But yet I love my country and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026965 | am not One that rejoices in the common wrack, As common bruit doth put it. FIRST SENATOR. Thats well spoke. TIMON. Commend me to my loving countrymen. FIRST SENATOR. These words become your lips as they pass through them. SECOND SENATOR. And enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates. TIMON. Commend me to them, And tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026966 | 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 natures fragile vessel doth sustain In lifes uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them; Ill teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades wrath. FIRST SENATOR. [_Aside_.] I like this well, he will return again. TIMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026967 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026968 | And hang himself. I pray you do my greeting. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026969 | let my gravestone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by, and language end: What is amiss, plague and infection mend; Graves only be mens works and death their gain, Sun, hide thy beams, Timon hath done his reign. [_Exit Timon into his cave._] FIRST SENATOR. His discontents are unremovably Coupled to nature. SECOND SENATOR. Our hope in him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026970 | is dead. Let us return And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. FIRST SENATOR. It requires swift foot. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Before the walls of Athens Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger. FIRST SENATOR. Thou hast painfully discovered. Are his files As full as thy report? MESSENGER. I have spoke the least. Besides, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026971 | his expedition promises Present approach. SECOND SENATOR. We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon. MESSENGER. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend, Whom, though in general part we were opposed, Yet our old love made a particular force And made us speak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timons cave With letters of entreaty, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026972 | which imported His fellowship i th cause against your city, In part for his sake moved. Enter the other Senators from Timon. THIRD SENATOR. Here come our brothers. FIRST SENATOR. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. The enemys drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare. Ours is the fall, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026973 | fear, our foes the snare. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. The woods. Timons cave, and a rude tomb seen Enter a Soldier in the woods, seeking Timon. SOLDIER. By all description this should be the place. Whos here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this? _Timon is dead, who hath outstretched his span. Some beast read this; there does not live a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026974 | man._ Dead, sure, and this his grave. Whats on this tomb I cannot read. The character Ill take with wax. Our captain hath in every figure skill, An aged interpreter, though young in days. Before proud Athens hes set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [_Exit._] SCENE V. Before the walls of Athens Trumpets sound. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026975 | Enter Alcibiades with his powers before Athens. ALCIBIADES. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [_A parley sounds._] The Senators appear upon the walls. Till now you have gone on and filled the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice. Till now myself and such As slept within the shadow of your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026976 | power Have wandered with our traversed arms, and breathed Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush, When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong Cries of itself, No more! Now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, And pursy insolence shall break his wind With fear and horrid flight. FIRST SENATOR. Noble and young, When | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026977 | thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, We sent to thee to give thy rages balm, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Above their quantity. SECOND SENATOR. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our citys love By humble message and by promised means. We were not all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026978 | unkind, nor all deserve The common stroke of war. FIRST SENATOR. These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands from whom You have received your griefs; nor are they such That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall For private faults in them. SECOND SENATOR. Nor are they living Who were the motives that you first went | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026979 | out. Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, Into our city with thy banners spread. By decimation and a tithed death, If thy revenges hunger for that food Which nature loathes, take thou the destined tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die Let die the spotted. FIRST SENATOR. All have not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026980 | offended. For those that were, it is not square to take, On those that are, revenge. Crimes, like lands, Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Bring in thy ranks but leave without thy rage; Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that have offended. Like a shepherd Approach the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026981 | fold and cull th infected forth, But kill not all together. SECOND SENATOR. What thou wilt, Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile Than hew to t with thy sword. FIRST SENATOR. Set but thy foot Against our rampired gates and they shall ope, So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before To say thoult enter friendly. SECOND SENATOR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026982 | Throw thy glove, Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress And not as our confusion, all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town till we Have sealed thy full desire. ALCIBIADES. Then theres my glove; Descend and open your uncharged ports. Those enemies of Timons and mine own Whom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026983 | you yourselves shall set out for reproof Fall, and no more. And, to atone your fears With my more noble meaning, not a man Shall pass his quarter or offend the stream Of regular justice in your citys bounds, But shall be remedied to your public laws At heaviest answer. BOTH. Tis most nobly spoken. ALCIBIADES. Descend, and keep your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026984 | words. [_The Senators descend._] Enter a Soldier. SOLDIER. My noble general, Timon is dead, Entombed upon the very hem o th sea, And on his gravestone this insculpture, which With wax I brought away, whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance. ALCIBIADES. [_Reads the Epitaph._] _Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft. Seek not my name. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026985 | plague consume you, wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I, Timon, who alive all living men did hate. Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait._ These well express in thee thy latter spirits. Though thou abhorredst in us our human griefs, Scornedst our brains flow and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026986 | yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Is noble Timon, of whose memory Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword, Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each Prescribe to other, as each others leech. Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026987 | our drums strike. [_Exeunt._] THE TRAGEDY OF TITUS ANDRONICUS Contents ACT I Scene I. Rome. Before the Capitol ACT II Scene I. Rome. Before the palace Scene II. A Forest near Rome; a Lodge seen at a distance. Horns and cry of hounds heard Scene III. A lonely part of the Forest Scene IV. Another part of the Forest ACT | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026988 | III Scene I. Rome. A street Scene II. Rome. A Room in Tituss House. A banquet set out ACT IV Scene I. Rome. Before Tituss House Scene II. Rome. A Room in the Palace Scene III. Rome. A public Place Scene IV. Rome. Before the Palace ACT V Scene I. Plains near Rome Scene II. Rome. Before Tituss House Scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026989 | III. Rome. A Pavilion in Tituss Gardens, with tables, &c. Dramatis Person SATURNINUS, elder son to the late Emperor of Rome, afterwards Emperor BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General against the Goths MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People, and brother to Titus LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus LUCIUS, son to Titus Andronicus QUINTUS, son to Titus | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026990 | Andronicus MARTIUS, son to Titus Andronicus MUTIUS, son to Titus Andronicus YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune SEMPRONIUS, kinsman to Titus CAIUS, kinsman to Titus VALENTINE, kinsman to Titus AEMILIUS, a noble Roman TAMORA, Queen of the Goths AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora ALARBUS, son to Tamora DEMETRIUS, son to Tamora CHIRON, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026991 | son to Tamora A CAPTAIN MESSENGER A NURSE, and a black child CLOWN Goths and Romans Tribunes, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants SCENE: Rome, and the Country near it ACT I SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft. And then enter Saturninus and his followers at one door, and Bassianus and his followers at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026992 | other, with drums and trumpets. SATURNINUS. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title with your swords. I am his firstborn son that was the last That wore the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my fathers honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026993 | with this indignity. BASSIANUS. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right, If ever Bassianus, Caesars son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol, And suffer not dishonour to approach The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility; But let desert in pure election shine, And, Romans, fight for freedom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026994 | in your choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, holding the crown. MARCUS. Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery, Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have by common voice, In election for the Roman empery, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026995 | nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city walls. He by the senate is accited home From weary wars against the barbarous Goths, That with his sons, a terror to our foes, Hath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms. Ten years are spent since first he undertook This cause of Rome, and chastised with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026996 | arms Our enemies pride. Five times he hath returned Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons In coffins from the field. And now at last, laden with honours spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Let us entreat, by honour of his name Whom worthily you would have now succeed, And in the Capitol and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026997 | senates right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you and abate your strength, Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. SATURNINUS. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts! BASSIANUS. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honour thee | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026998 | and thine, Thy noble brother Titus and his sons, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Gracious Lavinia, Romes rich ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving friends, And to my fortunes and the peoples favour Commit my cause in balance to be weighed. [_Exeunt the followers of Bassianus._] SATURNINUS. Friends, that have been thus forward in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026999 | my right, I thank you all and here dismiss you all, And to the love and favour of my country Commit myself, my person, and the cause. [_Exeunt the followers of Saturninus._] Rome, be as just and gracious unto me As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates and let me in. BASSIANUS. Tribunes, and me, a | 60 | gutenberg |
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