So noble a master fallen! "All gone, and not And go along with him! 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, 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. The latest of my wealth I 'll share amongst you. "We have seen better days." Let each take some; [Giving them Money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. [They embrace, and part several ways. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Poor honest lord! brought low by his own heart; Tim. O, blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Infect the air. Twinn'd brothers of one womb, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes, The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, (To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, It is the pasture lards the rother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool. All is oblique ; Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate [Digging. I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs'd; [March afar off.] Thou 'rt quick, But yet I'll bury thee: thou 'lt go, strong thief, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. Nay, stay thou out for earnest. Ha! a drum? [Reserving some gold. Enter ALCIBIADES, with Drum and Fife, in warlike manner; and PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Alcib. Speak. What art thou there? Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, For showing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man? Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. Alcib. I know thee well; But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know thee, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, For all her cherubin look. Phry. Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kiss thee; then, the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: But then, renew I could not, like the moon; There were no suns to borrow of. Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Timan. Yes. Art thou Timandra? Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use thee: Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Make use of thy salt hours; season the slaves For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth Timan. Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, far his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band: I have heard and griev'd, - Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost trouble? I had rather be alone. Alcib. Why, fare thee well: Here is some gold for thee. Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap, Alcib. Ay Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all in thy conquest; And thee after, when thou hast conquered: Alcib. Why me, Timon? Tim. That, by killing of villains, Put up thy gold: go on, Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Strike me the counterfeit matron; |