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To thee be Worship, and thy faints for aye.
Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey !
'Tis fit I meet them,
Poet. Hail! worthy Timon.
Pain. Our late noble master.
Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men ?
Poet. Sir, having often of your bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retird, your friends, fal'n off,
Whose thankless natures, oh abhorred spirits !
Not all the whips of heav'n are large enough
What! to you!
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot
Cover the monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.
Tim. Let it go naked, men may fee't the better: (37)
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.
Pain. He, and my self,
Have travelld in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt ir.
Tim. Ay, you're honest men.
Pain. We're hither come to offer you our service. .
Tim. Most honest men ! why, how shall I requite you?
you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
and following this, are in Rhyme, I am very apt to suspect, the Rhyme is dismounted here by an accidental Corruption; and therefore have ventur'd to replace Wave in the Room of Foam,
(37) Let it go, naked Men may see't the better ;} Thus has this Passage been stupidly pointed thro' all the Editions, as if naked Men could see better than Men in their Cloaths. I think verily, if there were any Room to credit the Experiment, such Editors ought to go naked for the Improvement of their Eye-lights. But, perhaps, they have as little Faith as Judgment in their own Readings. The Poet, in the preceeding Speech haranguing on the Ingratitude of Timon's falfé Friends, fays, he cannot cover the Monstroufness of it with any Size of Words; to which Timon, as I have rectified the Pointing, very aptly replies ; Let it
naked, -Men may feet the better.
So, our Poet in his Much Ado about Nothing.
Why seekst Thou then to cover with Excuse
That, which appears in proper Nakedness.
Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. :
Tim. Y'are honeft men; you've heard, that I have gold; I'm sure, you have ; speak truth, y' are honest men.
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord, but therefore
Came not my friend, nor I,
Tim. Good honest man ; thou drawift a counterfeit
Best in all Athens; thou’rt, indeed, the best ;
Thou counterfeit'it most lively.
Pain. So, so, my lord.
Tim. E'en fo, Sir, as I say And for thy fiction,
Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth,
That thou art even natural in thine art.
But for all this, my honeft-natur'd friends,
I must needs say, you have a little fault;
Marry, not monstrous in you; neither wish I,
You take much pains to mend.
Both. Beseech your Honour
To make it known to us.
Tim. You'll take it ill.
Both. Most thankfully, my lord.
indeed? Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you.
Both. Do we, my lord ?
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cogg, see him diffemble, Know his gross Patchery, love him, and feed him ; Keep in your bosom, yet remain affur'd, That he's a made-up villain.
Pain. I know none such, my lord. Poet. 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.
Boll. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this; but two in com , Each man apart, all single and alone,
(pany : Yet an arch villain keeps him company,
If where tbou art, two villains shall not be,
[To the Painter. Come not near bim.-If thou wouldīt not reside
[To the Poet.
But where one villain is, then bin abandon.
Hence, pack, there's gold; ye came for gold, ye Naves;
You have work for me; there's your payment, hence!
You are an Alchymist, make gold of that:
Out, rascal dogs!
[Beating and driving 'em out.
Enter Flavius and two Senators.
Fla. It is in 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.
i Sen. Bring us to his Cave.
It is our part and promise to th’ Athenians
To speak with Timon.
2 Sen. At all times alike
Men are not still the same ; 'twas 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..
Fla. Here is his Cave:
Peace and Content be here, lord Timon! Timon !
Look out, and speak to friends: th’ Athenians
By two of their most rev'rend senate greet thee;
Speak to them, noble Timon.
Enter Timon out of his Cave:
Tim. Thou Sun, that comfort'st, burn!
Speak, and be hang'd;
For each true word a blister, and each false
Be cauterizing to the root o'th' tongue,
Consuming it with speaking.
1 Sen. Worthy Timon,-
Tim. Of none but such as you, and you 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.
i Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for our felves, in thee :
The Senators, with one consent of love,
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.
2 Sen. They confess
Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, gross ;
Which now the publick body, (which doth seldom
Play the recanter) feeling in it self
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own Fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And sends forth us to make their sorrowed Tender,
Together with a recompençe more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, ev'n 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.
Tim. You witch me in it,
Surprize 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.
I 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: soon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
His country's peace.
2 Sen. And makes his threatning sword Against the walls of Atheris.
i Sen. 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. If he fack fair Aibens,
And take our goodly aged men by th' 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 chuse but tell hin, that I care not.
And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
While you have throats to answer. For my self,
There's not a whittle in th’ unruly camp,
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosp?rous Gods,
As thieves to keepers.
Fla. Stay not, all's in vain.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
It will be seen to morrow. My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
Be Alcibiades your plague ; you his ;
And last so long enough!
i Sen. We speak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wrack,
As common Bruite doth put it.
1 Sen. That's well.spoke.
Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen.
i Sen. These words become your lips, as they pass thro'
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them,
And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
pangs of love, with other incident Throes,
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
In life's uncertain voyage, I will do
Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent
Wild Alcibiades' wrath.
2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.
Tim. I have a Tree, which grows here in my Cloe,