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Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late: You should have fear'd false times, when you did
O, let me stay,
If thou hat'st Curses, stay not; fiy, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free: Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
from men ;] Away from haman habitations.
ACT V. SCENE I. The same. Before Timon's Cave. Enter Poet and Painter; Timon behind, unseen.
Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold ?
Pain. 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.
Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to hiin, in this supposed distress of his : it will show honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having. . .
Poet. What have you now to present unto him?
Pain. 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 that's coming toward him..
Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o'the time; it opens the eyes of expectation : performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use.3 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.
the deed of saying is quite out of use.] The doing of that which we have said we would do, the accomplishment and performance
Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint 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. ind!... "
Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou' whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Poet. Nay, let's seek him: '
foam : Settlest admired reverence in a slave;,;. To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown’d with plagues, that thee alone obey ! 'Fit I do meet them.. . .. [ Advancing.
Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!...
Our late noble master.
of our promise, is, except among the lower classes of mankind, quite out of use.
Whose thankless natures abhorred spirits!
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
i. He, and myself,
Ay, you are honest men.
you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you
service. Tim. You are honest men: You have heard that
I have gold; I am sure, you have: speak truth: you are honest
So, so, my lord.
:: [To the Poet. Why, thy yerse swells with stuff so fine and smooth,
counterfeit -] A portrait was so called in our author's
That thou art even natural in thine art.-
Beseech your honour,
You'll take it ill.'
Will you, indeed?
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave,
Do we, my lord?
Keep in your made-up villain, my lord.
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Both. Naine them, my lord, let's know them.
[To the Painter.
a made-up villain.] That is, a villain that adopts qualities and characters not properly belonging to him; a hypocrite; or a made-up villain may mean, a complete, a finished villain.
6 in a draught,] That is, in the jakes.