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I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans.

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:

• Ignominy.

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.
The Servant of Isidore.
Two of Timon's Creditors.
CUPID and Maskers.
Three Strangers.



An old Athenian.

A Page. A Fool.

TIMON, a noble Athenian.









VENTIDIUS. one of Timon's false Friends.
APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.
FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon.

Timon's Servants.

Lords, and Flatterers of Timon.

Servants to Timon's Creditors.

SCENE I.-Athens.

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.
I am glad you are well.
Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the

Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! All these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord!

Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,

To an untirable and continuate2 goodness:
He passes.3


Jew. I have a jewel here.

Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir?
Jew If he will touch the estimate; But, for that-
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the

It stains the glory in that happy verse

Which aptly sings the good.


"Tis a good form.
[Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you."
Puin. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de-
To the great lord.
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i' the flint
Snows not till it be struck; our gentle flame

laured by constant practice.
2 Continual.
i.. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

TIMANDRA, Mistresses to Alcibiades.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves and Attendants.

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your
book forth?

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.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!
Poet. The senators of Athens: Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.

I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
I'll unbolt to you
You see how all conditions, how all minds,

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
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer?
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself; even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.


I saw them speak together.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labor on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states:8 amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed,
One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
Translates his rivals.


'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.

Nay, sir, but hear me on:
All those which were his fellows but of late,
(Some better than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Drink the free air.


Ay, marry, what of these?

Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants,
Which labor'd after him to the mountain's top,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Pain. Tis common:

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


The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be. Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself,
It must not bear my daughter.

Does she love him!
Old Ath. She is young and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be

I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.


How shall she be endow'd,
If she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in fu-
ture, all;

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me

To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.

Old Ath.

One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron.
To advance their conditions of life.

Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honor, she is his.
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honor on my pro-

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My lord, 'tis rated
As those,which sell,would give: But you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters; believe't, dear lord,
[Exit. You mend the jewel by wearing it.

We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.


What, my lor ? dispraise!
Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
It would unclew me quite.


Well mock'd.
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common
Which all men speak with him.

Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid?


Jew. We will bear with your lordship.
He'll spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor


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
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
Than one which holds a trencher.


Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves! Lou
know'st them not.

Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Tim. Yes.

Apem. Then I repent not.

• Ruin.

Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy


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?
Apem. Yes.

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. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore?

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.
Most welcome, sir!
[They salute.
So, so; there!-
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!-
That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet

And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out
into baboon and monkey. ̧
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Most hungrily on your sight.

Right welcome, sir:
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
Apem. Time to be honest.

Allading to the proverb: Plain dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.

1 Lord. That time serves still.
Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine
heat fools.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice.
2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?

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

thee hence.

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit.

1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall

we in,

And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus the god of gold
Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.3
1 Lord.

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
gods remember

My father's age, and call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks, and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.


O, by no means,

Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;
I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Can truly say, he gives, if he receives:

If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
Ven. A noble spirit.

[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON.
Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs


Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit.
1 Lord. My lord, we always have confessed it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have you

Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome.

humor there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est,*
But yond' man's ever angry.

Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.


You shall not make me welcome;

1 come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon;
I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe-
nian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no
power: pr'ythee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for
I should

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
Of mei, cat Timon, and he sees them not!
It grieves me to see so many dip their meat
In one inan's blood; and all the madness is,
He cheers them up too."

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
Methinks they should invite them without knives;
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that
Sits next him now,parts bread with him.and pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd.
If I

Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
Lest theyshouldspy mywindpipe's dangerous notes:
Great men should drink with harness on their


2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Flow this way!
A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon,
Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill,
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds,
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.


Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fonds
To trust man on his outh or bond;
Or a harlot for her weeping;
Or a dog that seems a-sleeping;
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So full to't;
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;-and to all
That of his bounties taste!-The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come treely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear,

Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go Taste, touch, smell, ail pleas'd from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind
Music, make their welcome.

[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
Apem. Much !9
[Tucket sounded
Tim. What means that trump-How now!
Enter a Servant.

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.

Enter CUPID.

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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.

• Armor.

With sincerity.

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: It has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The Lords rise from Table with much adoring of
TIMON; and to show their Loves, each singles out
an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a
lofty Strain or two to the Hautboys, and cease.
Tim. 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 lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

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
Attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves.
All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.
[Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies.

Tim. Flavius,-
Flav. My lord.
The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in his humor; [Aside
Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd' then, an he could.
'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
[Exit, and returns with the Cuskel.
1 Lord. Where be our men?

Here, my lord, in readiness.

2 Lord. Our horses.
O my friends, I have one word
To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I must
Entreat you, honor me so much, as to
Advance this jewel;
Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.
Serv.My lord,there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

• 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

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