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Timon of Athens. Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice: For many so arriue at second Masters, Vpon their first Lords necke. But tell me true, (For I must euer doubt, though ne're so sure)
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Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous, If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts, Expecting in returne twenty for one?
Stew. No my most worthy Master, in whose brest Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac'd too late:
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You should haue fear'd false times, when you did Feast. Suspect still comes, where an estate is least. That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue, Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde; Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
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My most Honour'd Lord, For any benefit that points to mee, Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich your selfe.
Tim.
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Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man, Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy, But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men: Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,
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But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone, Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em, Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,
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And so farewell, and thriue.
Stew. O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master. Tim. If thou hat'st Curses stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free: Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee. Exit
[Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Poet, and Painter. Pain.
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As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre

where he abides.

Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the Rumor hold for true, That hee's so full of Gold? Painter.
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Certaine. Alcibiades reports it: Phrinica and Timandylo Had Gold of him. He likewise enrich'd Poore stragling Souldiers, with great quantity. 'Tis saide, he gaue vnto his Steward
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A mighty summe.
Poet. Then this breaking of his, Ha's beene but a Try for his Friends? Painter. Nothing else: You shall see him a Palme in Athens againe,
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And flourish with the highest: Therefore, 'tis not amisse, we tender our loues To him, in this suppos'd distresse of his: It will shew honestly in vs, And is very likely, to loade our purposes
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With what they trauaile for, If it be a iust and true report, that goes Of his hauing.
Poet. What haue you now To present vnto him? Painter.
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Nothing at this time But my Visitation: onely I will promise him An excellent Peece.
Poet. I must serue him so too; Tell him of an intent that's comming toward him.

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Painter.
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Good as the best. Promising, is the verie Ayre o'th'Time; It opens the eyes of Expectation. Performance, is euer the duller for his acte, And but in the plainer and simpler kinde of people,
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The deede of Saying is quite out of vse. To Promise, is most Courtly and fashionable; Performance, is a kinde of Will or Testament Which argues a great sicknesse in his iudgement That makes it.
Enter Timon from his Caue. Timon.
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Excellent Workeman, Thou canst not paint a man so badde As is thy selfe.
Po t. I am thinking What I shall say I haue prouided for him:
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It must be a personating of himselfe: A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity, With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulencie.
Timon. Must thou needes
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Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke? Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men? Do so, I haue Gold for thee.
Poet. Nay let's seeke him. Then do we sinne against our owne estate,
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When we may profit meete, and come too late.
Painter. True: When the day serues before blacke‑corner'd night; Finde what thou want'st, by free and offer'd light. Come. Tim.
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Ile meete you at the turne: What a Gods Gold, that he is worshipt In a baser Temple, then where Swine feede? 'Tis thou that rig'st the Barke, and plow'st the Fome, Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue,
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To thee be worshipt, and thy Saints for aye: Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay. Fit I meet them.
Poet. Haile worthy Timon. Pain. Our late Noble Master. Timon.
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Haue I once liu'd To see two honest men?
Poet. Sir: Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted, Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends falne off,
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Whose thankelesse Natures (O abhorred Spirits) Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough. What, to you, Whose Starre‑like Noblenesse gaue life and influence To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer
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The monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude With any size of words.
Timon. Let it go, Naked men may see't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are,
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Make them best seene, and knowne.
Pain. He, and my selfe Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts, And sweetly felt it. Timon. I, you are honest man. Painter.
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We are hither come To offer you our seruice.
Timon. Most honest men: Why

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[Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Poet, and Painter. Pain.
[2115]

As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre

where he abides.

Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the Rumor hold for true, That hee's so full of Gold? Painter.
[2120]
Certaine. Alcibiades reports it: Phrinica and Timandylo Had Gold of him. He likewise enrich'd Poore stragling Souldiers, with great quantity. 'Tis saide, he gaue vnto his Steward
[2125]
A mighty summe.
Poet. Then this breaking of his, Ha's beene but a Try for his Friends? Painter. Nothing else: You shall see him a Palme in Athens againe,
[2130]
And flourish with the highest: Therefore, 'tis not amisse, we tender our loues To him, in this suppos'd distresse of his: It will shew honestly in vs, And is very likely, to loade our purposes
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With what they trauaile for, If it be a iust and true report, that goes Of his hauing.
Poet. What haue you now To present vnto him? Painter.
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Nothing at this time But my Visitation: onely I will promise him An excellent Peece.
Poet. I must serue him so too; Tell him of an intent that's comming toward him. Painter.
[2145]
Good as the best. Promising, is the verie Ayre o'th'Time; It opens the eyes of Expectation. Performance, is euer the duller for his acte, And but in the plainer and simpler kinde of people,
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The deede of Saying is quite out of vse. To Promise, is most Courtly and fashionable; Performance, is a kinde of Will or Testament Which argues a great sicknesse in his iudgement That makes it.
Enter Timon from his Caue. Timon.
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Excellent Workeman, Thou canst not paint a man so badde As is thy selfe.
Po t. I am thinking What I shall say I haue prouided for him:
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It must be a personating of himselfe: A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity, With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulencie.
Timon. Must thou needes
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Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke? Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men? Do so, I haue Gold for thee.
Poet. Nay let's seeke him. Then do we sinne against our owne estate,
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When we may profit meete, and come too late.
Painter. True: When the day serues before blacke‑corner'd night; Finde what thou want'st, by free and offer'd light. Come. Tim.
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Ile meete you at the turne: What a Gods Gold, that he is worshipt In a baser Temple, then where Swine feede? 'Tis thou that rig'st the Barke, and plow'st the Fome, Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue,
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To thee be worshipt, and thy Saints for aye: Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay. Fit I meet them.
Poet. Haile worthy Timon. Pain. Our late Noble Master. Timon.
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Haue I once liu'd To see two honest men?
Poet. Sir: Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted, Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends falne off,
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Whose thankelesse Natures (O abhorred Spirits) Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough. What, to you, Whose Starre‑like Noblenesse gaue life and influence To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer
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The monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude With any size of words.
Timon. Let it go, Naked men may see't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are,
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Make them best seene, and knowne.
Pain. He, and my selfe Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts, And sweetly felt it. Timon. I, you are honest man. Painter.
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We are hither come To offer you our seruice.
Timon. Most honest men: Why how shall I requite you? Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no? Both.
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What we can do, Wee'l do to do you seruice.
Tim. Y'are honest men, Y'haue heard that I haue Gold, I am sure you haue, speake truth, y'are honest men. Pain.
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So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore Came not my Friend, nor I.
Timon. Good honest men: Thou draw'st a counterfet Best in all Athens, th'art indeed the best, Thou counterfet'st most liuely. Pain.
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So, so, my Lord.
Tim. E'ne so sir as I say. And for thy fiction, Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth, That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art. But for all this (my honest Natur'd friends)
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I must needs say you haue a little fault, Marry 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I You take much paines to mend.
Both. Beseech your Honour To make it knowne to vs. Tim.
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You'l take it ill.
Both. Most thankefully, my Lord. Timon. Will you indeed? Both. Doubt it not worthy Lord. Tim. Theres's neuer a one of you but trusts a Knaue,
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That mightily deceiues you.
Both. Do we, my Lord? Tim. I, and you heare him cogge, See him dissemble, Know his grosse patchery, loue him, feede him,
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Keepe in your bosome, yet remaine assur'd That he's a made‑vp‑Villaine.
Pain. I know none such, my Lord. Poet. Nor I. Timon. Looke you,
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I loue you well, Ile giue you Gold Rid me these Villaines from your companies; Hang them, or stab them, drowne them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, Ile giue you Gold enough.
Both.
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Name them my Lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this: But two in Company: Each man a part, all single, and alone, Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company:
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If where thou art, two Villaines shall not be, Come not neere him. If thou would'st not recide But where one Villaine is, then him abandon. Hence, packe, there's Gold, you came for Gold ye slaues: You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence,
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You are an Alcumist, make Gold of that: Out Rascall dogges.
Exeunt Enter Steward, and two Senators. Stew. It is vaine that you would speake with Timon: For he is set so onely to himselfe, That nothing but himselfe, which lookes like man,
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Is friendly with him.
1. Sen. Bring vs to his Caue. It is our part and promise to th'Athenians To speake with Timon. 2. Sen. At all times alike
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Men are not still the same: 'twas Time and Greefes That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand, Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes, The former man may make him: bring vs to him And chanc'd it as it may.
Stew.
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Heere is his Caue: Peace and content be heere. Lord Timon, Timon, Looke out, and speake to Friends: Th'Athenians By two of their most reuerend Senate greet thee: Speake to them Noble Timon.
Enter Timon out of his Caue. Tim.
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Thou Sunne that comforts burne, Speake and be hang'd: For each true word, a blister, and each false Be as a Cantherizing to the root o'th'Tongue, Consuming it with speaking.
1
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Worthy Timon.
Tim. Of none but such as you, And you of Timon. 1 The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon. Tim. I thanke them,
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And would send them backe the plague, Could I but catch it for them.
1 O forget What we are sorry for our selues in thee: The Senators, with one consent of loue,
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Intreate thee backe to Athens, who haue thought On speciall Dignities, which vacant lye For thy best vse and wearing.
2 They confesse Toward thee, forgetfulnesse too generall grosse;
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Which now the publike Body, which doth sildome Play the re‑canter, feeling in it selfe A lacke of Timons ayde, hath since withall Of it owne fall, restraining ayde to Timon, And send forth vs, to make their sorrowed render,
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Together, with a recompence more fruitfull Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme, I euen such heapes and summes of Loue and Wealth, As shall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs, And write in thee the figures of their loue,
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Euer to read them thine.
Tim. You witch me in it; Surprize me to the very brinke of teares; Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes, And Ile beweepe these comforts, worthy Senators. 1
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Therefore so please thee to returne with vs, And of our Athens, thine and ours to take The Captainship, thou shalt be met with thankes, Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name Liue with Authoritie: so soone we shall driue backe
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Of Alcibiades th'approaches wild, Who like a Bore too sauage, doth root vp His Countries peace.
2 And shakes his threatning Sword Against the walles of Athens. 1
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Therefore Timon.
Tim. Well sir, I will: therefore I will sir thus: If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he sacke faire Athens,
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And take our goodly aged men by'th'Beards, Giuing our holy Virgins to the staine Of contumelious, beastly, mad‑brain'd warre: Then let him know, and tell him Timon speakes it, In pitty of our aged, and our youth,
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I cannot choose but tell him that I care not, And let him tak't at worst: For their Kniues care not, While you haue throats to answer. For my selfe, There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe, But I do prize it at my loue, before
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The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you To the protection of the prosperous Gods, As Theeues to Keepers.
Stew. Stay not, all's in vaine. Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
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It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still, Be Alcibiades your plague; you his, And last so long enough.
1
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We speake in vaine.
Tim. But yet I loue my Country, and am not One that reioyces in the common wracke, As common bruite doth put it. 1 That's well spoke. Tim.
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Commend me to my louing Countreymen.
1 These words become your lippes as they passe tho­ row them. 2 And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim. Commend me to them,
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And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes, Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses, Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,
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Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.
1 I like this well, he will returne againe. Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close, That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe, And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,
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Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that who so please To stop Affliction, let him take his haste; Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe, And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.
Stew.
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Trouble him no further, thus you still shall Finde him.
Tim. Come not to me againe, but say to Athens, Timon hath made his euerlasting Mansion Vpon the Beached Verge of the salt Flood,
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Who once a day with his embossed Froth The turbulent Surge shall couer; thither come, And let my graue‑stone be your Oracle: Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end: What is amisse, Plague and Infection mend.
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Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine; Sunne, hide thy Beames, Timon hath done his Raigne.
Exit Timon. 1

His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na­

ture.

2 Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,
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And straine what other meanes is left vnto vs In our deere perill.
1 It requires swift foot. Exeunt.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2197">Let it go,</l>
      <l n="2198">Naked men may see't the better:</l>
      <l n="2199">You that are honest, by being what you are,</l>
      <l n="2200">Make them best seene, and knowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="2201">He, and my selfe</l>
      <l n="2202">Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts,</l>
      <l n="2203">And sweetly felt it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2204">I, you are honest man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Painter.</speaker>
      <l n="2205">We are hither come</l>
      <l n="2206">To offer you our seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2207">Most honest men:</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0714-0.jpg" n="96"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2208">Why how shall I requite you?</l>
      <l n="2209">Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2210">What we can do,</l>
      <l n="2211">Wee'l do to do you seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2212">Y'are honest men,</l>
      <l n="2213">Y'haue heard that I haue Gold,</l>
      <l n="2214">I am sure you haue, speake truth, y'are honest men.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="2215">So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore</l>
      <l n="2216">Came not my Friend, nor I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2217">Good honest men: Thou draw'st a counterfet</l>
      <l n="2218">Best in all Athens, th'art indeed the best,</l>
      <l n="2219">Thou counterfet'st most liuely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="2220">So, so, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2221">E'ne so sir as I say. And for thy fiction,</l>
      <l n="2222">Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth,</l>
      <l n="2223">That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art.</l>
      <l n="2224">But for all this (my honest Natur'd friends)</l>
      <l n="2225">I must needs say you haue a little fault,</l>
      <l n="2226">Marry 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I</l>
      <l n="2227">You take much paines to mend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2228">Beseech your Honour</l>
      <l n="2229">To make it knowne to vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2230">You'l take it ill.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2231">Most thankefully, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2232">Will you indeed?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2233">Doubt it not worthy Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2234">Theres's neuer a one of you but trusts a Knaue,</l>
      <l n="2235">That mightily deceiues you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2236">Do we, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2237">I, and you heare him cogge,</l>
      <l n="2238">See him dissemble,</l>
      <l n="2239">Know his grosse patchery, loue him, feede him,</l>
      <l n="2240">Keepe in your bosome, yet remaine assur'd</l>
      <l n="2241">That he's a made‑vp‑Villaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="2242">I know none such, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="2243">Nor I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <l n="2244">Looke you,</l>
      <l n="2245">I loue you well, Ile giue you Gold</l>
      <l n="2246">Rid me these Villaines from your companies;</l>
      <l n="2247">Hang them, or stab them, drowne them in a draught,</l>
      <l n="2248">Confound them by some course, and come to me,</l>
      <l n="2249">Ile giue you Gold enough.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2250">Name them my Lord, let's know them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2251">You that way, and you this:</l>
      <l n="2252">But two in Company:</l>
      <l n="2253">Each man a part, all single, and alone,</l>
      <l n="2254">Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company:</l>
      <l n="2255">If where thou art, two Villaines shall not be,</l>
      <l n="2256">Come not neere him. If thou would'st not recide</l>
      <l n="2257">But where one Villaine is, then him abandon.</l>
      <l n="2258">Hence, packe, there's Gold, you came for Gold ye slaues:</l>
      <l n="2259">You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence,</l>
      <l n="2260">You are an Alcumist, make Gold of that:</l>
      <l n="2261">Out Rascall dogges.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Steward, and two Senators.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2262">It is vaine that you would speake with<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>:</l>
      <l n="2263">For he is set so onely to himselfe,</l>
      <l n="2264">That nothing but himselfe, which lookes like man,</l>
      <l n="2265">Is friendly with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-sen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="2266">Bring vs to his Caue.</l>
      <l n="2267">It is our part and promise to th'Athenians</l>
      <l n="2268">To speake with<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-sen.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="2269">At all times alike</l>
      <l n="2270">Men are not still the same: 'twas Time and Greefes</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2271">That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand,</l>
      <l n="2272">Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes,</l>
      <l n="2273">The former man may make him: bring vs to him</l>
      <l n="2274">And chanc'd it as it may.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2275">Heere is his Caue:</l>
      <l n="2276">Peace and content be heere. Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon, Timon</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2277">Looke out, and speake to Friends: Th'Athenians</l>
      <l n="2278">By two of their most reuerend Senate greet thee:</l>
      <l n="2279">Speake to them Noble<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Timon out of his Caue.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2280">Thou Sunne that comforts burne,</l>
      <l n="2281">Speake and be hang'd:</l>
      <l n="2282">For each true word, a blister, and each false</l>
      <l n="2283">Be as a Cantherizing to the root o'th'Tongue,</l>
      <l n="2284">Consuming it with speaking.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2285">Worthy<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2286">Of none but such as you,</l>
      <l n="2287">And you of<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2288">The Senators of Athens, greet thee<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2289">I thanke them,</l>
      <l n="2290">And would send them backe the plague,</l>
      <l n="2291">Could I but catch it for them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2292">O forget</l>
      <l n="2293">What we are sorry for our selues in thee:</l>
      <l n="2294">The Senators, with one consent of loue,</l>
      <l n="2295">Intreate thee backe to Athens, who haue thought</l>
      <l n="2296">On speciall Dignities, which vacant lye</l>
      <l n="2297">For thy best vse and wearing.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2298">They confesse</l>
      <l n="2299">Toward thee, forgetfulnesse too generall grosse;</l>
      <l n="2300">Which now the publike Body, which doth sildome</l>
      <l n="2301">Play the re‑canter, feeling in it selfe</l>
      <l n="2302">A lacke of<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>ayde, hath since withall</l>
      <l n="2303">Of it owne fall, restraining ayde to<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2304">And send forth vs, to make their sorrowed render,</l>
      <l n="2305">Together, with a recompence more fruitfull</l>
      <l n="2306">Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme,</l>
      <l n="2307">I euen such heapes and summes of Loue and Wealth,</l>
      <l n="2308">As shall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs,</l>
      <l n="2309">And write in thee the figures of their loue,</l>
      <l n="2310">Euer to read them thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2311">You witch me in it;</l>
      <l n="2312">Surprize me to the very brinke of teares;</l>
      <l n="2313">Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes,</l>
      <l n="2314">And Ile beweepe these comforts, worthy Senators.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2315">Therefore so please thee to returne with vs,</l>
      <l n="2316">And of our Athens, thine and ours to take</l>
      <l n="2317">The Captainship, thou shalt be met with thankes,</l>
      <l n="2318">Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name</l>
      <l n="2319">Liue with Authoritie: so soone we shall driue backe</l>
      <l n="2320">Of<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>th'approaches wild,</l>
      <l n="2321">Who like a Bore too sauage, doth root vp</l>
      <l n="2322">His Countries peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2323">And shakes his threatning Sword</l>
      <l n="2324">Against the walles of<hi rend="italic">Athens</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2325">Therefore<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2326">Well sir, I will: therefore I will sir thus:</l>
      <l n="2327">If<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>kill my Countrymen,</l>
      <l n="2328">Let<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>know this of<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2329">That<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>cares not. But if he sacke faire Athens,</l>
      <l n="2330">And take our goodly aged men by'th'Beards,</l>
      <l n="2331">Giuing our holy Virgins to the staine</l>
      <l n="2332">Of contumelious, beastly, mad‑brain'd warre:</l>
      <l n="2333">Then let him know, and tell him<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>speakes it,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0715-0.jpg" n="97"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2334">In pitty of our aged, and our youth,</l>
      <l n="2335">I cannot choose but tell him that I care not,</l>
      <l n="2336">And let him tak't at worst: For their Kniues care not,</l>
      <l n="2337">While you haue throats to answer. For my selfe,</l>
      <l n="2338">There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe,</l>
      <l n="2339">But I do prize it at my loue, before</l>
      <l n="2340">The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you</l>
      <l n="2341">To the protection of the prosperous Gods,</l>
      <l n="2342">As Theeues to Keepers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2343">Stay not, all's in vaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2344">Why I was writing of my Epitaph,</l>
      <l n="2345">It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse</l>
      <l n="2346">Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend,</l>
      <l n="2347">And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still,</l>
      <l n="2348">Be<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>your plague; you his,</l>
      <l n="2349">And last so long enough.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2350">We speake in vaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2351">But yet I loue my Country, and am not</l>
      <l n="2352">One that reioyces in the common wracke,</l>
      <l n="2353">As common bruite doth put it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2354">That's well spoke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2355">Commend me to my louing Countreymen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2356">These words become your lippes as they passe tho­
      <lb/>row them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2357">And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers</l>
      <l n="2358">In their applauding gates.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2359">Commend me to them,</l>
      <l n="2360">And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,</l>
      <l n="2361">Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,</l>
      <l n="2362">Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes</l>
      <l n="2363">That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine</l>
      <l n="2364">In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,</l>
      <l n="2365">Ile teach them to preuent wilde<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>wrath.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2366">I like this well, he will returne againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2367">I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,</l>
      <l n="2368">That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,</l>
      <l n="2369">And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,</l>
      <l n="2370">Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,</l>
      <l n="2371">From high to low throughout, that who so please</l>
      <l n="2372">To stop Affliction, let him take his haste;</l>
      <l n="2373">Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,</l>
      <l n="2374">And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2375">Trouble him no further, thus you still shall</l>
      <l n="2376">Finde him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2377">Come not to me againe, but say to Athens,</l>
      <l n="2378">
         <hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>hath made his euerlasting Mansion</l>
      <l n="2379">Vpon the Beached Verge of the salt Flood,</l>
      <l n="2380">Who once a day with his embossed Froth</l>
      <l n="2381">The turbulent Surge shall couer; thither come,</l>
      <l n="2382">And let my graue‑stone be your Oracle:</l>
      <l n="2383">Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end:</l>
      <l n="2384">What is amisse, Plague and Infection mend.</l>
      <l n="2385">Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine;</l>
      <l n="2386">Sunne, hide thy Beames,<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>hath done his Raigne.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Timon.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <p n="2387">His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na­
      <lb n="2388"/>ture.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2389">Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,</l>
      <l n="2390">And straine what other meanes is left vnto vs</l>
      <l n="2391">In our deere perill.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2392">It requires swift foot.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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