Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, [Exit. 1 Contrarieties which destroy each other. 2 Libertinism. 3 Accumulated curses. Athens. SCENE II. A room in Timon's house. 1 Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three SERVANTS. 1 Ser. 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 Ser. Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not 2 Ser. 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, A dedicated beggar to the air, 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 Ser. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, 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, O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, 1 Quick, hasty. 2 Propensity. Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord! He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat I'll serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Exit. SCENE III. The woods. Enter TIMON. Timon. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,- Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for tunes; The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord; The beggar native honor. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, i. e. the moon's, this sublunary world In purity of manhood stand upright, And say, This man's a flatterer?' if one be, fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; 1 Step or degree. * No insincere supplicant. 2 Seise, gripe. |