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Performance is a kind of will, or testament,
Which argues a great sickness in his judgment
That makes it.

Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.

Poet. I am thinking
What I shall say I have provided for him :
It must be a rsonating of himself :
A satire against the softness of prosperity;
With a discovery of the infinite flatteries
That follow youth and opulency.

Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.

Poet. Nay, let 's seek him :
Then do we sin against our own estate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.

Pain. True;
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light.
Tim. I 'll meet you at the turn. What a god 's

gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, Than where swine feed ! 'T is thou that rigg'st the bark, and ploughost the foam; Settlest admired reverence in a slave : To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey ! 'Fit I meet them.

[Advancing. Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! Pain.

Our late noble master.
Tim. Have I once liy'd to see two honest men ?

Poet. Sii
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall'n off,
Whose thankless natures-0 abhorred spirits !

Not all the whips of heaven are large enough-
What! to you!
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being! I 'm rapt, and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.

Tim. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better :
You, that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen, and known.

He, and myself,
Have travell’d in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.

Ay, you are honest men.
Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service.
Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite

you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.

Both. What we can do, we 'll do, to do you service. Tim. You are honest men : You have heard that I

bave gold; I am sure you have: speak truth : you 're honest men.

Pain. So it is said, my noble lord : but therefore Came not my friend, nor I.

Tim. Good honest men :- Thou draw'st a counterfeit Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best; Thou counterfeit'st most lively. Pain.

So, so, my lord. Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :- And, for thy fiction,

[To the Poet. Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth That thou art even natural in thine art.-. But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, I'must needs say you have a little fault: Marry, 't is not monstrous in you; neither wish I You take much pains to mend. Both.

Beseech your honour, To make it known to us.


You 'll take it ill.
Both. Most thankfully, my lord.

Will you, indeed ? Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.

Tim. There 's never a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you. Both.

Do we, my lord ?
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep in your bosom : yet remain assur'd,
That he's a made-up villain.

Pain. I know none such, my lord.

Nor I.
Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
Rid me these villains from your companies :
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I 'll give you gold enough.

Both. Name thenı, my lord, let ’s know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this,-but two in

company :
Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
If where thou art, two villains shall not be, [To the Pain.
Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside

[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.Hence! pack! there 's gold, ye came for gold, ye

slaves : You have work for me, there is payment: Hence! You are an alchymist, make gold of that :Out, rascal dogs! [Exit, beating and driving them out.

SCENE II.-The same.

Enter FLAVIUS and Two Senators. Flav. It is vain that you would speak with Timon;

For he is set so only to himself,
That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.
1 Sen.

Bring us to his cave:
It is our part, and promise to the Athenians,
To speak with Timon.
2 Sen.

At all times alike
Men are not still the same: 'T was time, and griefs,
That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand,
Offering the fortunes of his former days.
The former man may make him: Bring us to him,
And chance it as it may.

Here is his cave.--
Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon! Timon!
Look out, and speak to friends : The Athenians,
By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee :
Speak to them, noble Timon.

Enter Timon.
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !Speak, and

be hang'd: For each true word, a blister! and each false Be as a caut'rising to the root o' the tongue, Consuming it with speaking ! 1 Sen.

Worthy Timon,Tim. Of none but such as you, and


of Timon. 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the

Could I but catch it for them.
1 Sen.

O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators, with one consent of love,
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.
2 Sen.

They confess,

Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross :
Which now the public body,—which doth seldom
Play the recanter,-feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.

You witch me in it;
Surprise me to the very brink of tears :
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes,
And I 'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.

1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens (thine, and ours) to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name
Live with authority :-50 soon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
His country's peace.
2 Sen.

And shakes his threat'ning sword
Against the walls of Athens.

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 sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war; Then, let him know,—and tell him, Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,

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