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TIMON OF A THENS.
Timon, a noble Athenian.
Lucius, servant to Timon's creditors. Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 4;
Appears, Act III. sc. 4. sc. 6. Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1; sc, 2.
HORTENSIUS, servant to Timon's creditors.
Appeurs, Act III. sc. 4.
Two Servants of Varro, a creditor of Timon,
Appear, Act II. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 4.
A Servant of Isidore, a creditor of Timon.
Appears, Act II. sc. 2.
Cupid and Maskers.
Appear, Act I. sc. 2.
Appear, Act III. sc. 2.
Appears, Act I. sc. I. Act V. sc. 1.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act V. sc. 1.
Appeurs, Act I, sc. l.
Appears, Act I. sc. l.
An old Athenian.
Appears, Act I. sc. I
Appears, Act II. sc. 2,
Appears, Act II. sc. 2,
Purynia, a mistress to Alcibiades.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 3.
TIMANDRA, a mistress to Alcibiades.
Appears, Act IV. Bc. 3.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Banditti.
and Attendants. SCENE, -ATHENS, AND THE WOODS ADJOINING.
SCENE I.-Athens. A Hall in Timon's House.
I have a jewel here.
Mer. O, pray, let 's see 't: For the lord Timon, sir ? Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others,
Jew. If he will touch the estimate : But, for thatat several doors.
Poet. “When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, Poet, Good day, sir.
It stains the glory in that happy verse Pain.
I am glad you are well. Which aptly sings the good.' Poct. I have not seen you long : How goes the world ? Mer. "T is a good form. [Looking at the jewel. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you. Poet.
Ay, that's well known : Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedi. But what particular rarity? what strange,
cation Which manifold record not matches? See,
To the great lord. Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Pain. I know them both; th' other 's a jeweller. From whence 't is nourished : The fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Nay, that 's most fix’d. Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Pain. A picture, sir.- When comes your book forth? He passes.
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Let 's see your piece. a Breath'd. When Hamlet says,
”T is a good piece. “ It is the breathing time of day with me,” he refers to the time of habitual exercise, by which his animal # The poet is here supposed to be reading his own perform strength was fitted for “ untirable and continuate" exertion. The analogy between this and the habitual exercise of " youd- This passage has been considered dift. cult, but if we receive hers' is obvious.
bound in the seuse of boundary, obstacle, the image is toleravls b lle passes-be excels, be goes beyond common virtues. clear.
Poet. So 't is: this comes off well and excellent. Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Pain. Indifferent.
mood, Poet. Admirable: How this grace Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants
, Speaks his own standing ! " what a mental power Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top; This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
Even on their knees and hands, let bim slip down, Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Not one accompanying his declining fuot. One might interpret.
Pain. T is common : Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
A thousanıl moral paintings I can show, Here is a touch : Is 't good ?
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune's Poet. I 'll say of it,
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, It tutors nature: artificial strifeb
To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the lead.
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Ser. Pain. How this lord 's follow'd!
vant of VENTIDIUS talking with him. Poet. The senators of Athens : Happy men!
Imprison'd is he, say you ! Pain. Look, more!
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: tive talents is bis Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of
His means most short, his creditors most strait : I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man
Your honourable letter he desires Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug To those have shut him up; which failing to him, With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Periods his comfort. Halts not particularly, but moves itself
Noble Ventidius! Well; In a wide sea of wax: no levell d malice
I am not of that feather to shake off Infects one comma in the course I hold;
My friend when he must need me. I do know him But flies an eagle flighit, bold, and forth on,
A gentleman that well deserves a help, Leaving no tract belind.
Which he shall have : I 'll pay the debt and free him. Pain. How shall I understand you?
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Poet.
Í ll unbolt d to you.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ransurn; You see how all conditious, how all minds,
And, being enfranchis d, bid him come to me:(As well of ylib and slippery creatures, as
"T is not enough to help the feeble up, Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
But to support him after.-Fare you well. Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune,
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour. Ert. Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
Enter an Old Athenian. All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd tlatterer Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Freely, good fatwer. Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. The knee before him, and returns in peace
Tim. I have so : What of him? Most rich in Timon's nod.
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man be use
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. To propagate their states : amongst them all,
Old Ath. This fellow here, loru Timon, this to Whose eyes are on this sovereigu lady fixil,
creature, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
By night frequents my house. I am a man Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wasts to her ; That from my first have been inclined to thrift; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants And my estate deserves an heir more rais d Translates his rivals.
Than one which holds a trencher. Pain. 'T is conceiv'd to scope.
Well; what furtier! This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin eise, With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
On whom I may confer what I bave got: Bowing his head against the steepy mount
The maid is fair, o’the youngest for a bride, To climb his happiness, would be well express 'd
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; (Some better than his value,) on the moment
Myself have spoke in vain. Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timo:
It must not bear my daughter.
Does she love him! A The commentators have not noticed what appears to us
Old Ath. She is young, and apt: tolerably obvious, that the flattering painter had brought with Our own precedent passions do instruct us him a portrait of Timon, in which the grace of the attitude What levity 's in youth. spoke “his own standing,'' - the habitual carriage of the original.
Tim. [To Lucilius] Love you the maid ! Artificial strife-the contest of art with nature.
# The following is Coleridge's explanation o this post • An állusion to the ancient practice of writing upon warre _" The me umg of the first line the poti himself esplazas, ti tablets with a style.
rather infolds, in the second. The man is honest! Te. d Untuit-unfold, explain.
and for that very cause, and with no addnional or extra Condition is here used for art
motive, he will be so. No man can be justly called bobestre Drink the free air-live, breathe but through him.
is not so for honesty's sake, itself ineiuding its own rewani."
Luc. Ay, my good loril, and she accepts of it.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing, Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantuz ! I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Apen. The best, for the innocence. Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it? Aud dispossess her all.
Apem. Ile wrought better that made the painter; Tim.
How shall she be endow'd, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. If she be mated with an equal husband ?
Pain. You are a doy. Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all. Apem. Thy mother 's of my generation : What is
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; she, if I be a dog ?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Tim. An thou shouldst, thou 'dst anger ladies. And make him weigh with her.
Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by great Old Ath. Most noble lord,
bellies. Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my pro- Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy lamise.
bour. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not Which is not ow'd to you!
cost a man a doit. [Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Tim. What dost thou think 't is worth? Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lord- Apem. Not worth my thinking: How now, poet? ship!
Poet. How now, philosopher ?
Poet. Art not one?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet?
Poet. Yes. For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where He is but outside : These pencil'il figures are
thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Eren such as they give ont. I like your work;
Poet. That 's not feignil, he is so. And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for Till you hear further from me.
thy labour : He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' Pain.
The gods preserve you! the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your hand Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus ? We must needs dine together.—Sir, your jewel
Apcm. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord Hath suffer'd under praise.
with my heart. Jero.
What, my lord ? dispraise ? Tim. What, thyself? Tim. A meer satiety of commendations.
Apem. Ay. If I should pay you for 't as it is extolla
Tim. Wherefore? It would unclew me quite.
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lori.--Art Jew. My lord, 't is rated
not thou a merchant ? As those which sell would give: But you well know Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Things of like value, ditlering in the owners,
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not ! Are prized by their masters : believe 't, dear lord, Mer. If traflic do it, the gods do it. You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
Apem. Traffic 's thy god, and thy god confound thee! Tim. Well mock'd.
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Tim. What trumpet 's that ? Which all men speak with him.
Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ?
All of companionship.
Tim. Pray entertain them; give them guide to us.Enter APEMANTUS.
[Ereunt some Attendants. Jero. We will bear with your lordship.
You must neels dine with me :-Go not you hence Mer.
He 'll spare none.
Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner 's done, Tim. Gooil morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights. Apem. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good mor. Enter ALCIBIADES, with his company.
Most welcome, sir !
[They salute. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
So, so; there! Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st Aches contract and starve your supple joints !them not.
That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
knaves, Tim. Yes.
And all this court'sy! The strain of man 's bred out Apem. Then I repent not.
Into baboon and monkey. Jer. You know me, Apemantus.
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my Jonging, and I feel Apem. Thou know'st I do; I called thee by thy Most hungerly on your sight.
Right welcome, sir. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus,
Ere we depart, we 'll share a bounteous time Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not like in different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Timon.
[Exeunt all but APEX ANTLE Tim. Whither art going ?
Enter Two Lords.
| Lord. What time a day is 't, Apemantus ?
Apem. Time to be honest,
Go, let him have a table by himself; 1 Lord. That time serves still.
For he does neither affect company, Apem. The most accursed thou that still omitt'st it. Nor is he fit for 't, indeed. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon; Apem. Ay; to see meat till knaves, and wine heat I come to observe; I give thee warning on 't. fools.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Atherian; 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
therefore welcome: I myself would have no puwer: Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. prithee, let my meat make thee silent. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 't would choke me, sur 1 Apem. Shouliist bave kept one to thyself, for I mean
should to give thee none.
Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a number i Lord. Hang thyself.
Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make it grieves me to see so many dip their meat thy requests to thy friend.
In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I 'll spurn thee He cheers them up too. hence.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. Methinks, they should invite them without knives; b
[Erit. Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall There is much example for 't; the fellow, that wein,
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes
The breath of him in a divided draught, The very heart of kindness.
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov d. 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes. Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
Great men should drink with harness on their throats. But breeds the giver a return exceeding
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go roun.l. All use of quittance.
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. 1 Lord.
The noblest mind he carries, Apem. Flow this way! A brave fellow !-he keys That ever govern'd man.
bis tides well. 2 Lord. Long may be live in fortunes! Shall we in? Those healthis will make thee, and thy state, look ilig I Lord. I 'll keep you company.
Here 's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, SCENE II.—The same. A Room of State in Timon's Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire : House.
This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds.
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; Flavius and others attending; then enter
APEMANtus's Grace. Timon, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, LUCULLUS, Sempro
Immortal gods, I crave no pell; NIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all,
I pray for 110 man, but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
To trust man on his oath or boud; Ven. Most honour'd Timon,
Or a harlot, for her weeping ; It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's age,
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping; And call him to long peace.
Or a keeper with my freedom ; He is gone happy, and has left me rich :
Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
Amen. So fall to 't:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your beart 's in the field Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. Can truly say he gives, if he receives :
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, If our betters play at that game, we must not dare than a dinner of friends. To imitate them: Faults that are rich, are fair.
Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's Ven. A nobie spirit.
no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at [They all stand ceremoniously looking on Timon. such a feast. Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devis’d st Apem. 'Would all those fatterers were thine me first
mies then; that then thou mightst kill 'em, and toid To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
me to 'em. Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown;
1 Lord. Might we but have that happines, myling But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
you would once use our hearts, whereby w mimi Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, express some part of our zeals, we should think out: Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit. selves for ever perfect. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess-d it. Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the imals Apem. Ho, ho, confessid it! hang'd it, have you not? themselves have provided that I shall have much help Tim. O, Apemantus !--you are welcome,
from you : How had you been my friends else! wir Apem. No, you shall not make me welcome:
have that charitable title from thousands, did 104 I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
you chietly belong to my beart? I have told me of Tim. Fye, thou 'rt a churl; you have got a humour you to myself, than you can with modesty sprak ia
there Does not become a man, 't is much to blame :
* Apperil. The word repeatedly oscurs in Ben Joasce, as an
the Tale of a Tub:'They say, my lords, ira furor brevis est,
“ As you will answer it at your apperil." But yond' man's very angry.
Every guest in our author's time brought his 097 kafe
[Eats and drinks.
Tim. I pray,
, think I, what need we have any friends, if we Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and woukl 007 should ne'er have need of them ? they were the most hold taking, I doubt me. needless creatures living should we ne'er bave use for Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet them: and would most resemble sweet instruments Attends you : please you to dispose yourselves. hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might
(Exeunt Cupid and Ladies. come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits : and Tim. Flavius! what better or properer can we call our own than the Flav. My lord. riches of our friends ? O, what a precious comfort 't is
The little casket bring me hither. to have so many like brothers, commanding one an- Flav. Yes, my lord.—More jewels yet! other's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside. born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks; to Else I should tell him,- Well,-i faith, should, forget their faults, I drink to you.
When all 's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. "T is pity bounty had not eyes behind ;
2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.
[Exit, and returns with the casket Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 1 Lord. Where be our men ? 3 Lord. promise you, my lord, you mov'd me Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. much.
2 Lord. Our horses. Apem. Much!
O my friends,
I must entreat you, honour me so much, Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies As to advance this jewel; accept it, and wear it, most desirous of admittance.
Kind my lord. Tim. Ladies ? What are their wills ?
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ;-and to all
Tim. They are fairly welcome. That of his bounties taste the five best senses
beseech your honour, Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. To gratulate thy plenteous bosom :
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee : The ear, taste, touch, smell, pleas ‘d from thy table I pritbee, let 's be provided to show them entertain
rise : They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Flav. I scarce know how.
[Aside. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance.
Enter another Servant. Music, make their welcome.
[Exit Cupid. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius, I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample y'are belov’d. Out of his free love, hath presented to you Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies as
Four milk-white horses, trapp'a in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the presents Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.
Enter a third Servant.
3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable genLike madness is the glory of this life,
tleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morAs this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
row to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves ;
brace of greyhounds. And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Tim. I 'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'il, Upon whose age we void it up again,
Not without fair reward. With poisonous spite and envy.
Flav. [Aside.] What will this come to ? Who lives that is not depraved, or depraves ?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves And all out of an empty cofler.— Of their friends' gift?
Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, I should fear those that dance before me now,
To show him what a beggar his heart is, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done : Being of no power to make his wishes good; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
His promises fly so beyond his state,
TIMON; and, to show their loves, each singles out
He is so kind, that he now pays interest for 't;
Gently put out of oflice, before I were forc'd out! Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair Happier is he that has no friend to feed, ladies,
Than such that do even enemies exceed. Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
I bleed inwardly for my loru.
[Erit Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You do yourselves You have added worth unto 't, and lustre,
Much wrong, you hate too much of your own merils : And entertain'd me with mine own device;
Here, my lord, a tritle of our love.
2 Lord. With more than common thanks I wil • Much an ironic and contemptuous expressiuz.