The Bodleian First Folio

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Timon of Athens.
[Act 3, Scene 6] Enter diuers Friends at seuerall doores. 1

The good time of day to you, sir.

2

I also wish it to you: I thinke this Honorable Lord

did but try vs this other day.

1
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Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee en­

countred. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it

seeme in the triall of his seuerall Friends.

2

It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Fea­

sting.

1
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I should thinke so. He hath sent mee an earnest in­

uiting, which many my neere occasions did vrge mee to

put off: but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them, and I

must needs appeare.

2

In like manner was I in debt to my importunat bu­

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sinesse, but he would not heare my excuse. I am sorrie,

when he sent to borrow of mee, that my Prouision was

out.

1

I am sicke of that greefe too, as I vnderstand how all

things go.

2
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Euery man heares so: what would hee haue borro­

wed of you?

1

A thousand Peeces.

2

A thousand Peeces?

1

What of you?

2
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He sent to me sir⸺Heere he comes.

Enter Timon and Attendants. Tim.

With all my heart Gentlemen both; and how

fare you?

1

Euer at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.

2

The Swallow followes not Summer more willing,

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then we your Lordship.

Tim.

Nor more willingly leaues Winter, such Sum­

mer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not re­

compence this long stay: Feast your eares with the Mu­

sicke awhile: If they will fare so harshly o'th'Trumpets

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sound: we shall too't presently.

1

I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lord­

ship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.

Tim. O sir, let it not trouble you. 2 My Noble Lord. Tim.
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Ah my good Friend, what cheere?
The Banket brought in. 2

My most Honorable Lord, I am e'ne sick of shame,

that when your Lordship this other day sent to me, I was

so vnfortunate a Beggar.

Tim. Thinke not on't, sir. 2
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If you had sent but two houres before.
Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come bring in all together. 2 All couer'd Dishes. 1 Royall Cheare, I warrant you. 3
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Doubt not that, if money and the season can yeild it
1 How do you? What's the newes? 3 Alcibiades is banish'd: heare you of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd? 3 'Tis so, be sure of it. 1
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How? How?
2 I pray you vpon what? Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw neere? 3 Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast toward 2 This is the old man still. 3
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Wilt hold ? Wilt hold ?
2 It do's: but time will, and so.

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3 I do conceyue. Tim.

Each man to his stoole, with that spurre as hee

would to the lip of his Mistris: your dyet shall bee in all

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places alike. Make not a Citie Feast of it, to let the meat

coole, ere we can agree vpon the first place. Sit, sit.

The Gods require our Thankes.

You great Benefactors, sprinkle our Society with Thanke­

fulnesse. For your owne guifts, make your selues prais'd: But

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reserue still to giue, least your Deities be despised. Lend to each

man enough, that one neede not lend to another. For were your

Godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the Gods. Make

the Meate be beloued, more then the Man that giues it. Let

no Assembly of Twenty, be without a score of Villaines. If there

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sit twelue Women at the Table, let a dozen of them bee as they

are. The rest of your Fees, O Gods, the Senators of Athens,

together with the common legge of People, what is amisse in

them, you Gods, make suteable for destruction. For these my

present Friends, as they are to mee nothing, so in nothing blesse

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them, and to nothing are they welcome.

Vncouer Dogges, and lap.

Some speake. What do's his Lordship meane? Some other. I know not. Timon. May you a better Feast neuer behold
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You knot of Mouth‑Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water Is your perfection. This is Timons last, Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries, Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany. Liue loath'd, and long
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Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites, Curteous Destroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares: You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher‑friends, Times Flyes, Cap and knee‑Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes. Of Man and Beast, the infinite Maladie
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Crust you quite o're. What do'st thou go? Soft, take thy Physicke first; thou too, and thou: Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none. What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast, Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Guest.
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Burne house, sinke Athens, henceforth hated be Of Timon Man, and all Humanity.
Exit Enter the Senators, with other Lords. 1 How now, my Lords? 2 Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury ? 3 Push, did you see my Cap? 4
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I haue lost my Gowne.
1

He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors swaies

him. He gaue me a Iewell th'other day, and now hee has

beate it out of my hat.

Did you see my Iewell?
2
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Did you see my Cap.
3 Heere 'tis. 4 Heere lyes my Gowne. 1 Let's make no stay. 2 Lord Timons mad. 3
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I feel't vpon my bones.
4 One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day stones. Exeunt the Senators.
[Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Timon. Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth, And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,
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Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles hh Plucke

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[Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Timon. Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth, And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,
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Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench, And minister in their steeds, to generall Filthes. Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity, Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast
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Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues, And cut your Trusters throates. Bound Seruants, steale, Large‑handed Robbers your graue Masters are, And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed, Thy Mistris is o'th'Brothell. Some of sixteen,
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Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire, With it, beate out his Braines. Piety, and Feare, Religion to the Gods, Peace, Iustice, Truth, Domesticke awe, Night‑rest, and Neighbour‑hood, Instruction, Manners, Mysteries, and Trades,
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Degrees, Obseruances, Customes, and Lawes, Decline to your confounding contraries. And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men, Your potent and infectious Feauors, heape On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
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Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth, That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue, And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,
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Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath, That their Society (as their Friendship) may Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,
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Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes: Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde. The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all) Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
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And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low. Amen.
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