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A Banquet-hall in Timon's House. Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords,
at several Doors. 1 Lord. The good time of day to you, Sir.
2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord. 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.
2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feașting.
1 Lord. 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.
2 Lord. 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.
1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.
2 Lord. Every man here 's so. What would he have borrowed of you?
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
Enter TIMON, and Attendants. T'im. With all my heart, gentlemen both : - And how fare you?
í Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, thap we your lordship.
Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summerbirds 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' the trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently.
1 Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, . that I returned you an empty messenger.
Tim. 0, Sir! let it not trouble you.
[The Banquet brought in. 2 Lord. 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.
Tim. Think not on't, Sir.
T'im. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. - Come, bring in all together.
2 Lord. All covered dishes! 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you. 3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season can yield it. 1 Lord. How do you? What's the news? 3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? 1 / 2 Lord. Alcibiades banished ! 3 Lord. 'T is so; be sure of it. 1 Lord. How? how? 2 Lord. I pray you, upon what? T'im. My worthy friends, will you draw near? 3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward. 2 Lord. This is the old man still. 3 Lord. Will 't hold? will 't hold? 2 Lord. It does; but time will — and so 3 Lord. I do conceive.
Tim. 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 bo loved, 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 lag of people, what is amiss in them, you gods make suitable for destruction. For these, my present friends, they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome.”
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
[The Dishes uncovered are full of warm Water. Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not.
Tim. May you a better feast never behold,
[Throwing Water in their Faces.
? Soft, take thy physic first
and thou: [Throws the Dishes at them, and drives them out. Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. 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!
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. 1 Lord. How now, my lords! 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury? 3 Lord. Push! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.
3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?
4 Lord. Did you see my cap?
I feel 't upon my bones.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants. 1 Serv. 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?