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I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
As TROILUS 2 going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy1 and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones![Exit TROILUS. O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work,and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it ?Let me see:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.cloths.5
As many as be here of panders' hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: It should be now, but that my fear is this.Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases
• Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblem and mottoes.
Two Servants of Varro.
An old Athenian.
A Page. A Fool.
TIMON, a noble Athenian.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
VENTIDIUS. one of Timon's false Friends.
Lords, and Flatterers of Timon.
Servants to Timon's Creditors.
A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors.
SCENE, Athens, and the Woods adjoining.
Poet. Good-day, sir.
Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate2 goodness:
Jew. I have a jewel here.
Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir?
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.
"Tis a good form.
laured by constant practice.
TIMANDRA, Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves and Attendants.
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment,' sir. Let's see your piece.
"Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; Is't good?
I'll say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strifes Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.
I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Pain. How shall I understand you?
As soon as my book has been presented to Timon. si.e. The contest of art with nature.
My design does not stop at any particular character
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
I saw them speak together.
'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of
Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants,
Pain. Tis common:
The man is honest.
Does she love him!
Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
How shall she be endow'd,
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me
To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron.
Most noble lord,
My lord, 'tis rated
We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
What, my lor ? dispraise!
Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid?
Jew. We will bear with your lordship.
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy When thou 'art Timon's dog, and these ki aves
By night frequents my house. I am a man
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves! Lou
Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Apem. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it? Apem. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: What's she, it be a dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No; I eat not lords.
Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tum. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it; Take it for thy labor.
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as plain dealing, which will
not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet? Port. How now, philosopher?
Apem. Thou liest.
Poet. Art not one?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet? Poct. Yes.
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labor: He that loves to be flattered, is worthy
o the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a tord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.Art not thou a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Tim. What trumpet's that? Serv.
'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to [Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me:-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and when dinner's done, Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out
1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
Allading to the proverb: Plain dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.
1 Lord. That time serves still.
2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
1 Lord. Hang thyself.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding, make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit.
1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall
And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus the god of gold
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in!
1 Lord. I'll keep you company.
[Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room of State in Timon's House. Hautboys playing loud Music. A great Banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
Ven. Most honor'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the
My father's age, and call him to long peace.
O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON.
Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome.
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
Go, let him have a table by himself;
You shall not make me welcome;
1 come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon;
Meed here means desert.
i.. All the customary returns made in discharge o obligations. Anger is a short madness.
Ne'er natter thee.-0 you gods! what a number
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;-and to all
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go Taste, touch, smell, ail pleas'd from thy table rise;
[Exit CUPID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.
3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me
Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?
Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office,tosignify their pleasures Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends.
Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; and then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.
1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else! why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not 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 never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; 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 riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill: and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chase. • Foolish.
Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
The Lords rise from Table with much adoring of
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me.
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Here, my lord, in readiness.
2 Lord. Our horses.
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
Enter a Servant.
• Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuou• admiration.
1 Shakspeare plays on the word crossed; alluding to the piece of silver money called a cross. For his nobleness of soul