Timon of Athens

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Original text
Act III, Scene I
Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his
Master, enters a seruant to him.

Ser.
I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down
to you.

Flam.
I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.

Ser.
Heere's my Lord.

Luc.
One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I
warrant. Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason
& Ewre to night. Flaminius, honest
Flaminius, you are verie respectiuely welcome sir.
Fill me some Wine.
And how does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted
Gentleman of Athens, thy very bouutifull good Lord and
Mayster?

Flam.
His health is well sir.

Luc.
I am right glad that his health is well sir:
and what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty
Flaminius?

Flam.
Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which
in my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to
supply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse
fiftie Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him:
nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

Luc.
La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee?
Alas good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not
keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd
with him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to
him of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he
wold embrace no counsell, take no warning by my
comming, euery man has his fault, and honesty is his. I
ha told him on't, but I could nere get him from't.
Enter Seruant with Wine.

Ser.
Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.

Luc.
Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.
Heere's to thee.

Flam.
Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.

Luc.
I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie
prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes
what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if
the time vse thee well. Good parts in thee;
get you gone sirrah.
Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a bountifull
Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st well
enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no
time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe
without securitie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good
Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee
well.

Flam.
Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesse
To him that worships thee.

Luc.
Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy
Master.
Exit L.

Flam.
May these adde to the number yt may scald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:
Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!
I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue
vnto his Honor, / Has my Lords meate in him:
Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poyson?
O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:
And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature
Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.
Exit.
Original text
Act III, Scene II
Enter Lucius, with three strangers.

Luc.
Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good
friend and an Honourable Gentleman.

1
We know him for no lesse, thogh we
are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing
my Lord, and which I heare from common rumours, now
Lord Timons happie howres are done and past, and his
estate shrinkes from him.

Lucius.
Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want for
money.

2
But beleeue you this my Lord, that
not long agoe, one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus,
to borrow so many Talents, nay vrg'd extreamly for't,
and shewed what necessity belong'd too't, and yet was
deny'de.

Luci.
How?

2
I tell you, deny'de my Lord.

Luci.
What a strange case was that? Now before the
Gods I am asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man?
There was verie little Honour shew'd in't. For my owne
part, I must needes confesse, I haue receyued some small
kindnesses from him, as Money, Plate, Iewels, and such like
Trifles; nothing comparing to his: yet had hee mistooke
him, and sent to me, I should ne're haue denied his
Occasion so many Talents.
Enter Seruilius.

Seruil.
See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue
swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord.

Lucil.
Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell,
commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my
very exquisite Friend.

Seruil.
May it please your Honour, my Lord hath
sent---

Luci.
Ha? what ha's he sent? I am so much endeered
to that Lord; hee's euer sending: how shall I thank him
think'st thou? And what has he sent now?

Seruil.
Has onely sent his present Occasion now my
Lord: requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse
with so many Talents.

Lucil.
I know his Lordship is but merry with me,
He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.

Seruil.
But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord.
If his occasion were not vertuous,
I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully.

Luc.
Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius?

Seruil.
Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir.

Luci.
What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my self
against such a good time, when I might ha shewn my selfe
Honourable? How vnluckily it hapned, that I
shold Purchase the day before for a little part, and vndo
a great deale of Honour? Seruilius. now before the Gods
I am not able to do (the more beast I say) I was sending
to vse Lord Timon my selfe, these Gentlemen can
witnesse; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I
had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good
Lordship, and I hope his Honor will conceiue the
fairest of mee, because I haue no power to be kinde. And
tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest
afflictions say, that I cannot pleasure such an Honourable
Gentleman. Good Seruilius, will you befriend mee
o farre, as to vse mine owne words to him?

Ser.
Yes sir, I shall.

Lucil.
Ile looke you out a good turne Seruilius.
Exit Seruil.
True as you said, Timon is shrunke indeede,
And he that's once deny'de, will hardly speede.
Exit.

1
Do you obserue this Hostilius?

2
I, to well.

1
Why this is the worlds soule,
And iust of the same peece
Is euery Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend
That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing
Timon has bin this Lords Father,
And kept his credit with his purse:
Supported his estate, nay Timons money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes,
But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip,
And yet, oh see the monstrousnesse of man,
When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape;
He does deny him (in respect of his)
What charitable men affoord to Beggers.

3
Religion grones at it.

1
For mine owne part, I neuer tasted Timon in my life
Nor came any of his bounties ouer me,
To marke me for his Friend. Yet I protest,
For his right Noble minde, illustrious Vertue,
And Honourable Carriage,
Had his necessity made vse of me,
I would haue put my wealth into Donation,
And the best halfe should haue return'd to him,
So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue,
Men must learne now with pitty to dispence,
For Policy sits aboue Conscience.
Exeunt.
Original text
Act III, Scene III
Enter a third seruant with Sempronius, another
of Timons Friends.

Semp.
Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum. / 'Boue all others?
He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now Ventidgius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these
Owes their estates vnto him.

Ser.
My Lord,
They haue all bin touch'd, and found Base-Mettle,
For they haue all denied him.

Semp.
How? Haue they deny'de him?
Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him,
And does he send to me? Three? Humh?
It shewes but little loue, or iudgement in him.
Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physitians)
Thriue, giue him ouer: Must I take th'Cure vpon me?
Has much disgrac'd me in't, I'me angry at him,
That might haue knowne my place. I see no sense for't,
But his Occasions might haue wooed me first:
For in my conscience, I was the first man
That ere receiued guift from him.
And does he thinke so backwardly of me now,
That Ile requite it last? No:
So it may proue an Argument of Laughter
To th'rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Foole:
I'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe,
Had sent to me first, but for my mindes sake:
I'de such a courage to do him good. But now returne,
And with their faint reply, this answer ioyne;
Who bates mine Honor, shall not know my Coyne.
Exit

Ser.
Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the
diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Politicke;
he crossed himselfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but in the
end, the Villanies of man will set him cleere. How fairely
this Lord striues to appeare foule? Takes Vertuous Copies to
be wicked: like those, that vnder hotte ardent zeale, would
set whole Realmes on fire,
of such a nature is his politike loue.
This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled
Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead,
Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards
Many a bounteous yeere, must be imploy'd
Now to guard sure their Master:
And this is all a liberall course allowes,
Who cannot keepe his wealth, must keep his house.
Exit.
Original text
Act III, Scene IV
Enter Varro's man, meeting others.
All Timons Creditors to wait for his comming out.
Then enter Lucius and Hortensius.

Var. man.
Well met, goodmorrow Titus & Hortensius

Tit.
The like to you kinde Varro.

Hort.
Lucius,
what do we meet together?

Luci.
I, and I think
one businesse do's command vs all. / For mine
is money.

Tit.
So is theirs, and ours.
Enter Philotus.

Luci.
And sir Philotus too.

Phil.
Good day at once.

Luci.
Welcome good Brother. / What do you thinke the houre?

Phil.
Labouring for Nine.

Luci.
So much?

Phil.
Is not my Lord seene yet?

Luci.
Not yet.

Phil.
I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen.

Luci.
I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him:
You must consider, that a Prodigall course
Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable,
I feare:
'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse,
that is: One may reach deepe enough, and yet
finde little.

Phil.
I am of your feare, for that.

Tit.
Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent:
Your Lord sends now for Money?

Hort.
Most true, he doe's.

Tit.
And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift,
For which I waite for money.

Hort.
It is against my heart.

Luci.
Marke how strange it showes,
Timon in this, should pay more then he owes:
And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels,
And send for money for 'em.

Hort.
I'me weary of this Charge, / The Gods can witnesse:
I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth,
And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.

Varro.
Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes: / What's yours?

Luci.
Fiue thousand mine.

Varro.
'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum
Your Masters confidence was aboue mine,
Else surely his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius.

Tit.
One of Lord Timons men.

Luc.
Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my
Lord readie to come forth?

Flam.
No, indeed he is not.

Tit.
We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much.

Flam.
I need not tell him that, he knowes you are
too diligent.
Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled.

Luci.
Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so?
He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.

Tit.
Do you heare, sir?

2.Varro.
By your leaue, sir.

Stew.
What do ye aske of me, my Friend.

Tit.
We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.

Stew.
I,
if Money were as certaine as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes
When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts,
And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.
You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,
Let me passe quietly:
Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luci.
I, but this answer will not serue.

Stew.
If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you,
For you serue Knaues.

1.Varro.
How? What does his casheer'd
Worship mutter?

2.Varro.
No matter what, hee's poore,
and that's reuenge enough. Who can speake broader, then
hee that has no house to put his head in? Such may rayle
against great buildings.
Enter Seruilius.

Tit.
Oh heere's Seruilius: now wee shall know some
answere.

Seru.
If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre
some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For
tak't of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:
His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's
much out of health, and keepes his Chamber.

Luci.
Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke:
And if it be so farre beyond his health,
Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a cleere way to the Gods.

Seruil.
Good Gods.

Titus.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.

Flaminius
within.
Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord.
Enter Timon in a rage.

Tim.
What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?
Haue I bin euer free, and must my house
Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole?
The place which I haue Feasted, does it now
(Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?

Luci.
Put in now Titus.

Tit.
My Lord, heere is my Bill.

Luci.
Here's mine.

1.Var.
And mine, my Lord.

2.Var.
And ours, my Lord.

Philo.
All our Billes.

Tim.
Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the Girdle.

Luc.
Alas, my Lord.

Tim.
Cut my heart in summes.

Tit.
Mine, fifty Talents.

Tim.
Tell out my blood.

Luc.
Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord.

Tim.
Fiue thousand drops payes that. / What yours? and yours?

1.Var.
My Lord.

2.Var.
My Lord.

Tim.
Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.
Exit Timon.

Hort.
Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe
their caps at their money, these debts may well be
call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Exeunt.
Enter Timon.

Timon.
They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the slaues.
Creditors? Diuels.

Stew.
My deere Lord.

Tim.
What if it should be so?

Stew.
My Lord.

Tim.
Ile haue it so. My Steward?

Stew.
Heere my Lord.

Tim.
So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All,
Ile once more feast the Rascals.

Stew.
O my Lord,
you onely speake from your distracted soule;
there's not so much left to, furnish out
a moderate Table.

Tim.
Be it not in thy care:
Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide
Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide.
Exeunt
Original text
Act III, Scene V
Enter three Senators at one doore, Alcibiades meeting
them, with Attendants.

1.Sen.
My Lord, you haue my voyce, too't, / The faults Bloody:
'Tis necessary he should dye:
Nothing imboldens sinne so much, as Mercy.

2
Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em.

Alc.
Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate.

1
Now Captaine.

Alc.
I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues;
For pitty is the vertue of the Law,
And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly.
It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie
Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath stept into the Law: which is past depth
To those that (without heede) do plundge intoo't.
He is a Man (setting his Fate aside)
of comely Vertues,
Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice,
(And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)
But with a Noble Fury, and faire spirit,
Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his Foe:
And with such sober and vnnoted passion
He did behooue his anger ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prou'd an Argument.

1Sen.
You vndergo too strict a Paradox,
Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:
Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd
To bring Man-slaughter into forme, and set Quarrelling
Vpon the head of Valour; which indeede
Is Valour mis-begot, and came into the world,
When Sects, and Factions were newly borne.
Hee's truly Valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breath,
And make his Wrongs, his Out-sides,
To weare them like his Rayment, carelessely,
And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If Wrongs be euilles, and inforce vs kill,
What Folly 'tis, to hazard life for Ill.

Alci.
My Lord.

1.Sen.
You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare,
To reuenge is no Valour, but to beare.

Alci.
My Lords, then vnder fauour, pardon me,
If I speake like a Captaine.
Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell,
And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't,
And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee
Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant
That stay at home, if Bearing carry it:
And the Asse, more Captaine then the Lyon?
The fellow loaden with Irons, wiser then the Iudge?
If Wisedome be in suffering, Oh my Lords,
As you are great, be pittifully Good,
Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,
But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.
To be in Anger, is impietie:
But who is Man, that is not Angrie.
Weigh but the Crime with this.

2.Sen.
You breath in vaine.

Alci.
In vaine?
His seruice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

1
What's that?

Alc.
Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice,
And slaine in fight many of your enemies:
How full of valour did he beare himselfe
In the last Conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

2
He has made too much plenty with him:
He's a sworne Riotor, he has a sinne
That often drownes him, and takes his valour prisoner.
If there were no Foes, that were enough
To ouercome him. In that Beastly furie,
He has bin knowne to commit outrages,
And cherrish Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to vs,
His dayes are foule, and his drinke dangerous.

1
He dyes.

Alci.
Hard fate: he might haue dyed in warre.
My Lords, if not for any parts in him,
Though his right arme might purchase his owne time,
And be in debt to none: yet more to moue you,
Take my deserts to his, and ioyne 'em both.
And for I know, your reuerend Ages loue
Security, / Ile pawne my Victories, all
my Honour to you / Vpon his good returnes.
If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,
Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore,
For Law is strict, and Warre is nothing more.

1
We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more
On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother,
He forfeits his owne blood, that spilles another.

Alc.
Must it be so? It must not bee:
My Lords, I do beseech you know mee.

2
How?

Alc.
Call me to your remembrances.

3
What.

Alc.
I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,
It could not else be, I should proue so bace,
To sue and be deny'de such common Grace.
My wounds ake at you.

1
Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for euer.

Alc.
Banish me?
Banish your dotage, banish vsurie,
That makes the Senate vgly.

1
If after two dayes shine, Athens containe thee,
Attend our waightier Iudgement.
And not to swell our Spirit,
He shall be executed presently. Exeunt.

Alc.
Now the Gods keepe you old enough, / That you may liue
Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.
I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes
While they haue told their Money, and let out
Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe,
Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this?
Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat
Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment.
It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,
It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie,
That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp
My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;
'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods,
Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods.
Exit.
Original text
Act III, Scene VI
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
Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee
encountred. 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
Feasting.

1
I should thinke so. He hath sent mee an earnest
inuiting, 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
businesse, 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
Euery man heares so: what would hee haue
borrowed of you?

1
A thousand Peeces.

2
A thousand Peeces?

1
What of you?

2
He sent to me sir---
Enter Timon and Attendants.
Heere he comes.

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,
then we your Lordship.

Tim.
Nor more willingly leaues Winter, such
Summer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our
dinner will not recompence this long stay: Feast your
eares with the Musicke awhile: If they will fare so harshly
o'th'Trumpets sound: we shall too't presently.

1
I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your
Lordship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.

Tim.
O sir, let it not trouble you.

2
My Noble Lord.

Tim.
Ah my good Friend, what cheere?

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
If you had sent but two houres before.

Tim.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
The Banket brought in.
Come bring in all together.

2
All couer'd Dishes.

1
Royall Cheare, I warrant you.

3
Doubt not that, if money and the season
can yeild it

1
How do you? What's the newes?

3
Alcibiades is banish'd: heare you of it?

Both.
Alcibiades banish'd?

3
'Tis so, be sure of it.

1
How? How?

2
I pray you vpon what?

Tim.
My worthy Friends, will you draw neere?

3
Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast
toward

2
This is the old man still.

3
Wilt hold? Wilt hold?

2
It do's: but time will, and so.

3
I do conceyue.

Tim.
Each man to his stoole, with that spurre as hee would
to the lip of his Mistris: your dyet shall bee in all 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 Thankefulnesse.
For your owne guifts, make your selues prais'd: But
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 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 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
You knot of Mouth-Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timons last,
Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries,
Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany.
Liue loath'd, and long
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
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.
Burne house, sinke Athens, henceforth hated be
Of Timon Man, and all Humanity.
Exit
Enter the Senators, with other Lords.

1
How now, my Lords?

2
Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury?

3
Push, did you see my Cap?

4
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
Did you see my Cap.

3
Heere 'tis.

4
Heere lyes my Gowne.

1
Let's make no stay.

2
Lord Timons mad.

3
I feel't vpon my bones.

4
One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day stones.
Exeunt the Senators.
Modern text
Act III, Scene I
Flaminius waiting to speak with Lucullus from his
master. Enter a Servant to him

SERVANT
I have told my lord of you. He is coming down
to you.

FLAMINIUS
I thank you, sir.
Enter Lucullus

SERVANT
Here's my lord.

LUCULLUS
(aside)
One of Lord Timon's men? A gift, I
warrant. Why, this hits right: I dreamt of a silver basin
and ewer tonight. (To Flaminius) Flaminius, honest
Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. (To
Servant) Fill me some wine.
Exit Servant
And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and
master?

FLAMINIUS
His health is well, sir.

LUCULLUS
I am right glad that his health is well, sir.
And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty
Flaminius?

FLAMINIUS
'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir, which,
in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use
fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him,
nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

LUCULLUS
La, la, la, la! ‘ Nothing doubting,’ says he?
Alas, good lord! A noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' dined
with him and told him on't, and come again to supper to
him of purpose to have him spend less. And yet he
would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my
coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I
ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get him from't.
Enter Servant, with wine

SERVANT
Please your lordship, here is the wine.

LUCULLUS
Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.
Here's to thee.

FLAMINIUS
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

LUCULLUS
I have observed thee always for a towardly
prompt spirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows
what belongs to reason, and canst use the time well, if
the time use thee well. Good parts in thee. (To Servant)
Get you gone, sirrah.
Exit Servant
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful
gentleman; but thou art wise; and thou knowest well
enough, although thou comest to me, that this is no
time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship
without security. Here's three solidares for thee. Good
boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee
well.

FLAMINIUS
Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee!
He throws the money back at Lucullus

LUCULLUS
Ha! Now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy
master.
Exit

FLAMINIUS
May these add to the number that may scald thee!
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods!
I feel my master's passion. This slave,
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him.
Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment
When he is turned to poison?
O, may diseases only work upon't!
And when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
Which my lord paid for be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
Exit
Modern text
Act III, Scene II
Enter Lucius, with three Strangers

LUCIUS
Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good
friend and an honourable gentleman.

FIRST STRANGER
We know him for no less, though we
are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing,
my lord, and which I hear from common rumours: now
Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.

LUCIUS
Fie, no, do not believe it. He cannot want for
money.

SECOND STRANGER
But believe you this, my lord, that
not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus
to borrow so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't,
and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was
denied.

LUCIUS
How?

SECOND STRANGER
I tell you, denied, my lord.

LUCIUS
What a strange case was that! Now, before the
gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man?
There was very little honour showed in't. For my own
part, I must needs confess, I have received some small
kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and suchlike
trifles, nothing comparing to his. Yet, had he mistook
him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his
occasion so many talents.
Enter Servilius

SERVILIUS
See, by good hap, yonder's my lord. I have
sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord!

LUCIUS
Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee
well. Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my
very exquisite friend.

SERVILIUS
May it please your honour, my lord hath
sent –

LUCIUS
Ha? What has he sent? I am so much endeared
to that lord; he's ever sending. How shall I thank him,
thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?

SERVILIUS
'Has only sent his present occasion now, my
lord, requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
with so many talents.

LUCIUS
I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.

SERVILIUS
But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.

LUCIUS
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

SERVILIUS
Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

LUCIUS
What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself
against such a good time, when I might ha' shown myself
honourable! How unluckily it happened that I
should purchase the day before for a little part and undo
a great deal of honour! Servilius, now before the gods,
I am not able to do – the more beast, I say! I was sending
to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can
witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I
had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good
lordship, and I hope his honour will conceive the
fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And
tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest
afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable
gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me
so far as to use mine own words to him?

SERVILIUS
Yes, sir, I shall.

LUCIUS
I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
Exit Servilius
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed,
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
Exit

FIRST STRANGER
Do you observe this, Hostilius?

SECOND STRANGER
Ay, too well.

FIRST STRANGER
Why, this is the world's soul,
And just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him his friend
That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing
Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse,
Supported his estate. Nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip.
And yet – O see the monstrousness of man
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape –
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.

THIRD STRANGER
Religion groans at it.

FIRST STRANGER
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend. Yet I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have returned to him,
So much I love his heart. But, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense,
For policy sits above conscience.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act III, Scene III
Enter a Third Servant of Timon, with Sempronius,
another of Timon's friends

SEMPRONIUS
Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum! 'Bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus.
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeemed from prison. All these
Owe their estates unto him.

SERVANT
My lord,
They have all been touched and found base metal,
For they have all denied him.

SEMPRONIUS
How? Have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? Hum?
It shows but little love or judgement in him.
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrice give him over. Must I take th' cure upon me?
'Has much disgraced me in't. I'm angry at him
That might have known my place. I see no sense for't
But his occasions might have wooed me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him.
And does he think so backwardly of me now
That I'll requite it last? No;
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To th' rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.
I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum
'Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join:
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
Exit

SERVANT
Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
devil knew not what he did when he made man politic –
he crossed himself by't. And I cannot think but in the
end the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly
this lord strives to appear foul! Takes virtuous copies to
be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would
set whole realms on fire.
Of such a nature is his politic love.
This was my lord's best hope. Now all are fled,
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year must be employed
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows:
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
Exit
Modern text
Act III, Scene IV
Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of
Lucius, meeting Titus, Hortensius, and other Servants
of Timon's creditors, waiting for his coming out

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
Well met. Good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

TITUS
The like to you, kind Varro.

HORTENSIUS
Lucius!
What, do we meet together?

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Ay, and I think
One business does command us all, for mine
Is money.

TITUS
So is theirs and ours.
Enter Philotus

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
And Sir Philotus too!

PHILOTUS
Good day at once.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Welcome, good brother. What do you think the hour?

PHILOTUS
Labouring for nine.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
So much?

PHILOTUS
Is not my lord seen yet?

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Not yet.

PHILOTUS
I wonder on't. He was wont to shine at seven.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him.
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's, but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet
Find little.

PHILOTUS
I am of your fear for that.

TITUS
I'll show you how t' observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money?

HORTENSIUS
Most true, he does.

TITUS
And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

HORTENSIUS
It is against my heart.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Mark how strange it shows
Timon in this should pay more than he owes;
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for 'em.

HORTENSIUS
I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness;
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns. What's yours?

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Five thousand mine.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
'Tis much deep; and it should seem by th' sum
Your master's confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equalled.
Enter Flaminius

TITUS
One of Lord Timon's men.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Flaminius? Sir, a word. Pray, is my
lord ready to come forth?

FLAMINIUS
No, indeed, he is not.

TITUS
We attend his lordship. Pray signify so much.

FLAMINIUS
I need not tell him that; he knows. You are
too diligent.
Exit
Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.

TITUS
Do you hear, sir?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT
By your leave, sir.

FLAVIUS
What do ye ask of me, my friend?

TITUS
We wait for certain money here, sir.

FLAVIUS
Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferred you not your sums and bills
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' interest into their glutt'nous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up.
Let me pass quietly.
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS
If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you,
For you serve knaves.
Exit

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
How? What does his cashiered
worship mutter?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT
No matter what. He's poor,
and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than
he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail
against great buildings.
Enter Servilius

TITUS
O, here's Servilius. Now we shall know some
answer.

SERVILIUS
If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair
some other hour, I should derive much from't. For,
take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him. He's
much out of health and keeps his chamber.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Many do keep their chambers are not sick.
And if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

SERVILIUS
Good gods!

TITUS
We cannot take this for an answer, sir.

FLAMINIUS
(within)
Servilius, help! My lord, my lord!
Enter Timon, in a rage

TIMON
What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Put in now, Titus.

TITUS
My lord, here is my bill.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Here's mine.

HORTENSIUS
And mine, my lord.

BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS
And ours, my lord.

PHILOTUS
All our bills.

TIMON
Knock me down with 'em; cleave me to the girdle.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Alas, my lord –

TIMON
Cut my heart in sums.

TITUS
Mine, fifty talents.

TIMON
Tell out my blood.

LUCIUS'S SERVANT
Five thousand crowns, my lord.

TIMON
Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? And yours?

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
My lord –

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT
My lord –

TIMON
Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
Exit

HORTENSIUS
Faith, I perceive our masters may throw
their caps at their money. These debts may well be
called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Exeunt
Enter Timon and Flavius

TIMON
They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? Devils!

FLAVIUS
My dear lord –

TIMON
What if it should be so?

FLAVIUS
My lord –

TIMON
I'll have it so. My steward!

FLAVIUS
Here, my lord.

TIMON
So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius – all.
I'll once more feast the rascals.

FLAVIUS
O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.

TIMON
Be't not in thy care.
Go, I charge thee. Invite them all, let in the tide
Of knaves once more. My cook and I'll provide.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act III, Scene V
Enter three Senators at one door, Alcibiades meeting
them, with attendants

FIRST SENATOR
My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's bloody.
'Tis necessary he should die;
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

SECOND SENATOR
Most true. The law shall bruise him.

ALCIBIADES
Honour, health, and compassion to the Senate!

FIRST SENATOR
Now, captain?

ALCIBIADES
I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath stepped into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge into't.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice –
An honour in him which buys out his fault –
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touched to death,
He did oppose his foe.
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behove his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but proved an argument.

FIRST SENATOR
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
Your words have took such pains as if they laboured
To bring manslaughter into form, and set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which indeed
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born.
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe,
And make his wrongs his outsides,
To wear them, like his raiment, carelessly,
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

ALCIBIADES
My lord –

FIRST SENATOR
You cannot make gross sins look clear:
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

ALCIBIADES
My lords, then, under favour – pardon me,
If I speak like a captain –
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threats? Sleep upon't,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? Why then women are more valiant
That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
And the ass more captain than the lion,
The fellow loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good.
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust,
But in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger is impiety;
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

SECOND SENATOR
You breathe in vain.

ALCIBIADES
In vain? His service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

FIRST SENATOR
What's that?

ALCIBIADES
Why, I say, my lords, 'has done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies.
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

SECOND SENATOR
He has made too much plenty with 'em.
He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin
That often drowns him and takes his valour prisoner.
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him. In that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages
And cherish factions. 'Tis inferred to us
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

FIRST SENATOR
He dies.

ALCIBIADES
Hard fate! He might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him –
Though his right arm might purchase his own time
And be in debt to none – yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his and join 'em both.
And, for I know your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore,
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

FIRST SENATOR
We are for law. He dies. Urge it no more
On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

ALCIBIADES
Must it be so? It must not be.
My lords, I do beseech you know me.

SECOND SENATOR
How?

ALCIBIADES
Call me to your remembrances.

THIRD SENATOR
What?

ALCIBIADES
I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be I should prove so base
To sue and be denied such common grace.
My wounds ache at you.

FIRST SENATOR
Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect.
We banish thee for ever.

ALCIBIADES
Banish me?
Banish your dotage. Banish usury
That makes the Senate ugly.

FIRST SENATOR
If after two days' shine Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgement.
And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
Exeunt Senators

ALCIBIADES
Now the gods keep you old enough, that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I'm worse than mad. I have kept back their foes,
While they have told their money and let out
Their coin upon large interest, I myself
Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring Senate
Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!
It comes not ill. I hate not to be banished.
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
'Tis honour with worst lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
Exit
Modern text
Act III, Scene VI
Music. Servants attending. Enter Lucullus and
Lucius, Sempronius and Ventidius, at several doors,
senators and lords

LUCULLUS
The good time of day to you, sir.

LUCIUS
I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
did but try us this other day.

LUCULLUS
Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we
encountered. I hope it is not so low with him as he made
it seem in the trial of his several friends.

LUCIUS
It should not be, by the persuasion of his new
feasting.

LUCULLUS
I should think so. He hath sent me an earnest
inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to
put off. But he hath conjured me beyond them, and I
must needs appear.

LUCIUS
In like manner was I in debt to my importunate
business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry,
when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was
out.

LUCULLUS
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand
how all things go.

LUCIUS
Every man here's so. What would he have
borrowed of you?

LUCULLUS
A thousand pieces.

LUCIUS
A thousand pieces?

LUCULLUS
What of you?

LUCIUS
He sent to me, sir –
Enter Timon and attendants
Here he comes.

TIMON
With all my heart, gentlemen both! And how fare
you?

LUCULLUS
Ever at the best, hearing well of your
lordship.

LUCIUS
The swallow follows not summer more willing
than we your lordship.

TIMON
(aside)
Nor more willingly leaves winter. Such
summer birds are men. (To them) Gentlemen, our
dinner will not recompense this long stay. Feast your
ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly
o'th' trumpet's sound. We shall to't presently.

LUCULLUS
I hope it remains not unkindly with your
lordship that I returned you an empty messenger.

TIMON
O sir, let it not trouble you.

LUCIUS
My noble lord –

TIMON
Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

LUCIUS
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of
shame that when your lordship this other day sent to
me I was so unfortunate a beggar.

TIMON
Think not on't, sir.

LUCIUS
If you had sent but two hours before –

TIMON
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
The banquet is brought in
Come, bring in all together.

LUCIUS
All covered dishes.

LUCULLUS
Royal cheer, I warrant you.

SEMPRONIUS
Doubt not that, if money and the season
can yield it.

LUCULLUS
How do you? What's the news?

SEMPRONIUS
Alcibiades is banished. Hear you of it?

LUCULLUS and LUCIUS
Alcibiades banished?

SEMPRONIUS
'Tis so, be sure of it.

LUCULLUS
How? How?

LUCIUS
I pray you, upon what?

TIMON
My worthy friends, will you draw near?

SEMPRONIUS
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast
toward.

LUCIUS
This is the old man still.

SEMPRONIUS
Will't hold? Will't hold?

LUCIUS
It does; but time will – and so –

SEMPRONIUS
I do conceive.

TIMON
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would
to the lip of his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places
alike. Make not a City feast of it, to let the meat cool ere
we can agree upon the first place. Sit, sit. The gods
require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness.
For your own gifts make yourselves praised; but
reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to
each man enough, that one need not lend to another; for
were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake
the gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man that
gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of
villains. If there sit twelve women at the table let a dozen of
them be – as they are. The rest of your fees, O gods – the
Senators of Athens, together with the common leg of people –
what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction.
For these my present friends, as they are to me
nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they
welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm
water and stones

SOME
What does his lordship mean?

OTHERS
I know not.

TIMON
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! Smoke and lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last,
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villainy.
He throws the water in their faces
Live loathed and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first. Thou too, and thou.
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
He throws the stones at them, and drives them out
What? All in motion? Henceforth be no feast
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn house! Sink Athens! Henceforth hated be
Of Timon man and all humanity.
Exit
Enter lords and senators

LUCULLUS
How now, my lords?

LUCIUS
Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

SEMPRONIUS
Push! Did you see my cap?

VENTIDIUS
I have lost my gown.

LUCULLUS
He's but a mad lord, and naught but humours
sways him. He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he
has beat it out of my hat. Did you see my jewel?

SEMPRONIUS
Did you see my cap?

LUCIUS
Here 'tis.

VENTIDIUS
Here lies my gown.

LUCULLUS
Let's make no stay.

LUCIUS
Lord Timon's mad.

SEMPRONIUS
I feel't upon my bones.

VENTIDIUS
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
Exeunt
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