[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.2My 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.2All couer'd Dishes.1Royall Cheare, I warrant you.3
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Doubt not that, if money and the season can yeild it1How do you? What's the newes?3Alcibiades 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?2I pray you vpon what?Tim.My worthy Friends, will you draw neere?3Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast toward2This is the old man still.3
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Wilt hold
? Wilt hold
?2It do's: but time will, and so.
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 waterIs your perfection. This is
Timons last,
Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries,Washes it off and sprinkles in your facesYour 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 beOf
Timon Man, and all Humanity.
ExitEnter the Senators, with other Lords.1How now, my Lords?2Know you the quality of Lord
Timons fury
?3Push, 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.3Heere 'tis.4Heere lyes my Gowne.1Let's make no stay.2Lord
Timons mad.
3
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I feel't vpon my bones.4One 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 WallThat 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 FooleshhPlucke
[Act 4, Scene 1]
Enter Timon.Tim.Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou WallThat 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 FoolesPlucke 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, heapeOn Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
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Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may haltAs lamely as their Manners. Lust, and LibertieCreepe 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 cropBe generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath,That their Society (as their Friendship) mayBe meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from theeBut 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.Exit.
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<l n="1453">Domesticke awe, Night‑rest, and Neighbour‑hood,</l>
<l n="1454">Instruction, Manners, Mysteries, and Trades,</l>
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<l n="1457">And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men,</l>
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<l n="1460">Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt</l>
<l n="1461">As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie</l>
<l n="1462">Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth,</l>
<l n="1463">That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue,</l>
<l n="1464">And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,</l>
<l n="1465">Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop</l>
<l n="1466">Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath,</l>
<l n="1467">That their Society (as their Friendship) may</l>
<l n="1468">Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee</l>
<l n="1469">But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,</l>
<l n="1470">Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:</l>
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<l n="1472">Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde.</l>
<l n="1473">The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)</l>
<l n="1474">Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:</l>
<l n="1475">And graunt as<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>growes, his hate may grow</l>
<l n="1476">To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.</l>
<l n="1477">Amen.</l>
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