Tim. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to men, SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in TIMON's house. Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants. 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward! where's our master? Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining? Flav. Alack! my fellows, what should I say to you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, 1 Serv. 2 Serv. With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows. Enter other Servants. Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. 3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, That see I by our faces: we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air. Flav. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, "We have seen better days." Let each take some; [Giving them money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. [They embrace, and part several ways. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Of monstrous friends; Nor has he with him to supply his life, Or that which can command it. I'll follow, and inquire him out: I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold I'll be his steward still. [Exit. SCENE III.-The Woods. Enter TIMON. Tim. O, blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes, (To whom all sores lay siege,) can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and deny't that lord; It is the pasture lards the rother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, And say, Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha! you gods, why this? What this, you gods! Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs'd; Tim. I will not kiss thee; then, the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: Alcib. Maintain my opinion. Noble Timon, None, but to What is it, Timon? Alcib. Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none. if thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd so regardfully? Tim. Timan. Yes. Art thou Timandra? Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use thee: Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. To the tub-fast, and the diet. Timan. Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Here is some gold for thee. Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap, Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? Alcib. Ay Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all in thy conquest; and thee after, when thou hast conquered. Alcib. Why me, Timon? Tim. That, by killing of villains, thou wast born to conquer my country. Put up thy gold: go on,-here's gold,-go on; Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron; 95 It is her habit only that is honest, But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy: Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee! Phry. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still; Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: Phry. & Timan. Well, more gold. What In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Phry. & Timan. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens ! Farewell, Timon: If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Call'st thou that harm? [Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, That from it all consideration slips Enter APEMANTUS. More man? Plague! plague! Apem. I was directed hither: men report, This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Apem. I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff. To vex thee. Ay. What! a knave too? Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well; but thou Dost it enforcedly: thou'dst courtier be again, Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : The one is filling still, never complete, The other, at high wish: best state, contentless, Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Worse than the worst content. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd, but bred a dog. The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given? Apem. Art thou proud yet? Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Apem. No prodigal. Tim. I, that I was I, that I am one now: Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.— That the whole life of Athens were in this! Thus would I eat it. Apem. [Eating a root. Here; I will mend thy feast. [Offering him something. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were. Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens? Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tell them there I have gold: look, so I have. Apem. Here is no use for gold. Tim. The best, and truest; For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Apem. Where ly'st o' nights, Timon? Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus? Tim. Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Apem. Where would'st thou send it? Apem. 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 knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee; eat it. Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means? Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved? Apem. Myself. Tim. I understand thee: thou hadst some means to keep a dog. Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers? Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the things themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? Apem. Give it to the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Apem. Ay, Timon. Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to 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 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 should'st hazar thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the horse: wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german 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 could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation. Apem. If thou could'st please me with speaking to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city? Apem. 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, I'll see thee again. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus. Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. |