Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; [Throwing water in their faces. Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears; You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks! Of man and beast the infinite malady Crust you quite o'er!—What! dost thou go? Soft, take thy physic first thou too, and thou:[Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be [Exit. The Guests return. 1 Lord. How now, my lords! 2 Lord. fury ? 3 Lord. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's Push! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown. 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and naught but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat: - did you see my jewel? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap? 2 Lord. Here 'tis. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown. 1 Lord. Let's make no stay. 3 Lord. 4 Lord. stones. I feel 't upon my bones. One day he gives us diamonds, next day [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. — Without the Walls of Athens. Enter TIMON. TIMON. L ET me look back upon thee. O thou wall, That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent! Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men, Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! [Exeunt. 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, I am as poor as you. 1 Serv. Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone, and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm, 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave, So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, 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. 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.' Nay, put out all your hands. Let each take some; [The Servants embrace, and part several ways. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship? To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? 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; [Exit. SCENE III. The Woods. Enter TIMON. Tim. O, blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Infect the air. Twinn'd brothers of one womb, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes, The greater scorns the lesser not nature, (To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, |