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Timon of Athens.
Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,
As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.
We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,
And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,
Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen
With poysonous Spight and Enuy.
Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;
Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues
Of their Friends guift:
I should feare, those that dance before me now,
Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,
Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.
As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.
We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,
And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,
Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen
With poysonous Spight and Enuy.
Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;
Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues
Of their Friends guift:
I should feare, those that dance before me now,
Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,
Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.
The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and
to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all
Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the
Hoboyes, and cease.
to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all
Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the
Hoboyes, and cease.
Tim.
You haue done our pleasures
Much grace (faire Ladies)
Set a faire fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:
You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster,
And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice.
I am to thanke you for't.
You haue done our pleasures
Much grace (faire Ladies)
Set a faire fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:
You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster,
And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice.
I am to thanke you for't.
1 Lord.
My Lord you take vs euen at the best.
My Lord you take vs euen at the best.
Aper.
Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.
Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.
Tim.
Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,
Please you to dispose your selues.
Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,
Please you to dispose your selues.
All La.
Exeunt.Most thankfully, my Lord.
Exeunt.Most thankfully, my Lord.
Tim.
Flauius.
Flauius.
Fla.
My Lord.
My Lord.
Tim.
The little Casket bring me hither.
The little Casket bring me hither.
Fla.
Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet?
There is no crossing him in's humor,
Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:
'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,
Exit.That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.
Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet?
There is no crossing him in's humor,
Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:
'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,
Exit.That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.
1 Lord.
Where be our men?
Where be our men?
Ser.
Heere my Lord, in readinesse.
Heere my Lord, in readinesse.
2 Lord.
Our Horses.
Our Horses.
Tim.
O my Friends:
I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L.
I must intreat you honour me so much,
As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,
Kinde my Lord.
O my Friends:
I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L.
I must intreat you honour me so much,
As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,
Kinde my Lord.
1 Lord.
I am so farre already in your guifts.
I am so farre already in your guifts.
All.
So are we all.
So are we all.
Enter a Seruant.
Ser.
My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate
newly alighted, and come to visit you.
My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate
newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Tim.
They are fairely welcome.
They are fairely welcome.
Enter Flauius.
Fla.
I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it
does concerne you neere.
I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it
does concerne you neere.
Tim.
Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.
I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment.
Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.
I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment.
Fla.
I scarse know how.
I scarse know how.
Enter another Seruant.
Ser.
May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius
(Out of his free loue) hath presented to you
Foure Milke-white Horses, trapt in Siluer.
May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius
(Out of his free loue) hath presented to you
Foure Milke-white Horses, trapt in Siluer.
Tim.
I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents
Be worthily entertain'd.
Enter a third Seruant.
How now? What newes?
I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents
Be worthily entertain'd.
Enter a third Seruant.
How now? What newes?
3. Ser.
Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentleman
Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow,
to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace
of Grey-hounds.
Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentleman
Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow,
to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace
of Grey-hounds.
Tim.
Ile hunt with him,
And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.
Ile hunt with him,
And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.
Fla.
What will this come to?
He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and
all out of an empty Coffer:
Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,
To shew him what a Begger his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises flye so beyond his state,
That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:
He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;
His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:
Happier is he that has no friend to feede,
Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.
Exit.I bleed inwardly for my Lord.
What will this come to?
He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and
all out of an empty Coffer:
Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,
To shew him what a Begger his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises flye so beyond his state,
That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:
He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;
His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:
Happier is he that has no friend to feede,
Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.
Exit.I bleed inwardly for my Lord.
Tim.
You do your selues much wrong,
You bate too much of your owne merits.
Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue.
You do your selues much wrong,
You bate too much of your owne merits.
Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue.
2. Lord.
With more then common thankes
I will receyue it.
With more then common thankes
I will receyue it.
3. Lord.
O he's the very soule of Bounty.
O he's the very soule of Bounty.
Tim.
And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good
words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours
because you lik'd it.
And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good
words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours
because you lik'd it.
1. L.
Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.
Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.
Tim.
You may take my word my Lord: I know no
man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe
my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,
Ile call to you.
You may take my word my Lord: I know no
man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe
my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,
Ile call to you.
All Lor.
O none so welcome.
O none so welcome.
Tim.
I take all, and your seuerall visitations
So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:
Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,
And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,
Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,
It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing
Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast
Lye in a pitcht field.
I take all, and your seuerall visitations
So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:
Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,
And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,
Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,
It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing
Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast
Lye in a pitcht field.
Alc.
I, defil'd Land, my Lord.
I, defil'd Land, my Lord.
1. Lord.
We are so vertuously bound.
We are so vertuously bound.
Tim.
And so am I to you.
And so am I to you.
2. Lord.
So infinitely endeer'd.
So infinitely endeer'd.
Tim.
All to you. Lights, more Lights.
All to you. Lights, more Lights.
1. Lord.
The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes
Keepe with you Lord Timon.
The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes
Keepe with you Lord Timon.
Tim.
Exeunt LordsReady for his Friends.
Exeunt LordsReady for his Friends.
Aper.
What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iutting
out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be
worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.
Friendships full of dregges,
Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.
Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.
What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iutting
out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be
worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.
Friendships full of dregges,
Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.
Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.
Tim.
Now Apermantus (if thou wert not sullen)
I would be good to thee.
Now Apermantus (if thou wert not sullen)
I would be good to thee.
Aper.
No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too,
there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou
wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long Timon (I
feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly.
What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine-glories?
No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too,
there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou
wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long Timon (I
feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly.
What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine-glories?
Tim.
