1 Apem. Beast That feeds and breeds by a compostare •'stolen Tim. Slave ! From general excrement : cach thing's a thief; Ayem. Toad! The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough T'ím. Rogue, rogue, rogue ! power (Apemantus retreats backward, as going. Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves : a I am sick or this faise world ; and will love nought way ; But even the mere nccessities upon it. Rob one another. There's more gold: cut throats ; Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; All that you meet are thieves: to Athens, go, Le where the liglit foain of the sea may beat Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, Thy grave-stone daily : make thine epitaplı, But thieves do lose it: steal not less, for this Taat death in me at others' lives may laugh. I give you, and gold confound you howsoever ! i O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce Ainen. [Timon retires to his Cave. (Looking on the Gold. 3 Thief, He has almost charm'd me from my Twixt na taral son and sire! Thou bright defiler profession, by persuading me to it. of Hymen's purest led! Thou valiant Mars ! I Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he Thoa ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, thus advises us ; not lo have as thrive in our mysa Waose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow tery. That lies on Dian's lap! Thou visible god, 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give That solder'st close impossibilities, over my trade. . And makest them kiss! that speak'st with every 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : thero tongue, is no țime so miserable, but a man may be true. To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts ! (Eseunt Thieves Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds, that beasts Enter FLAVIUS. Flav. O you gods! Is yon despised and ruinous man my lord ? And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! What an alteration of honourt has + Apem. Ay. Desperate want made ! What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! [Erit Apemantus. When man was wish'd g to love his enemies : More things like men ?- Eat Timon, and abhor Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo them. Those that would mischief me, than those that do! ! He has caught me in his eye : I will present Enter THIEVES. My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is still serve him with my life.-My dearest master ! some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder : the mere want of gold, and the falling. Timon comes forward from his Cave. from of his friends, drove him into this melan- Tim. Away! What art thou ? choly. Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir? 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. Tim. Why dost ask thai? I have forgot all 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he men ; care not for't, he will supply us easily ; if he co- Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt man, I have forgot vetously reserve it, how shall's get iti thee. Tim. Then I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man About me, I; all that I kept were knaves, To serve in meat to villains. Flav. The gods are witness, Ne'er did poor sleward wear a truer grief Por his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Tim. What, dost thou weep ?Come nearer ;- then I love thee, Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath weeping! roots; Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : To accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; lasts, The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush To entertain me as your steward still. Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want ? Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, So comfortable ? It almost turns water, My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of woman. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and Forgive my general and excepiless rashness, fishes; Perpetual-sober gods! I do prolaim You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, One honest man, -mistake me not,-but one ; That you are thieves profess'd ; that you work not No more, I pray, -and he is a steward. In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft How fain would I have heted all mankind, la limited + professions. Rascal thieves, And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee, Here's gold: go, suck the subtle blood of the I fell with curses. krape, Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise ; Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, For, by oppressing and betraying we, 1 And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician; Thou mighl'st have sooner got another service: His antidotes are poison, and he slays For many so arrive at second masters, More than you rob : take wealth and lives to- Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true gether ; (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure), Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Is not thy kinduess subtle, coretons, gijis, • Compost, manure. C6 The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, + An alteration of honour is an alteration of an bonourable state to a state of disgrace.. Recommended, least: HT Flat. No, my most worthy master, in whose | Than where swine feed ! breast 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the e Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late : foam ; 4 You should have lear'd' false times, when you did settlest admired reverence in a slave: To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Suspect still comes where an estate is least. Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey ! That which I shew, heaven knows, is merely love, 'Fill do meet thein. (Advancing. Duty and zeal lo your unmatched mind, Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! Care of your icod and living: and, believe it, Pain. Our late noble master. My most honour'd lord, Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men ? For any benefit that points to me, Poet. Sir, 1: Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange Having often of your open bounty tasted, For this one wish, That you had power and wealth Hearing you were retired, your trends fallin off, To requite me, by making rich yourself. Whose thankless natures--0) abhorred spirits ! Tim. Look hee, 'tis so !--Thou singly honest man, Not all the whips of heaven are large enoughHere, take :-The gods out of my misery What! to you! The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better: ale What thou deniest to men ; let prisons swallow You, that are honest, by being what you are, them, Make them best seen, and known. Debts wither them : be men like blasted woods, Pain. He, and mysell, And may dis ases lick up their false bloods ! Have travell'd in the great shower of your girls, 3 And so, farewell, and thrive. And sweetly felt it. Flav. 0, let me stay, Tim. Ay, you are honest men. And comfort you, my master. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our ser. 1 Tim. If thou hatest vice. Curses, stay not; ty, whilst thou'rt bless'd and Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I refree: quite you? Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. (Exeunt severally. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you ser vid vice. ACT V Tim. You are honest men : you have heard that I have gold; SCENE 1.- The same.- Before T'imon's Cave. I am sure you have : speak truth : you are honest men. Enter Poet and PAINTER ; TIMÓN behind, unseen. Pain. So it is said, my noble lord : but therefore Pain. As I took note of the place, il cannot be far Came not my friend, nor I. where he abides. Tim. Good honest men :-Thou draw'st a coun. Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the ru. terteil. mour hold for true, that he is su full of golu? Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed the best! Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia Thou counterfeit'st most lively. and Timandra had gold at him : he likewise enrich Pain. So, so, my lord. ed poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :-And, for thy fiction, said, he gave unto his steward a mighty som. (To the Poet. Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try Why thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, for his friends. That thou art even natural in thine art.Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, Athens again, and flourish with the highest. There. I must needs say, you have a little fault: fore, 'uis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, in Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, this supposed distress of his : il will shew honestly You take much pains to mend. in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with Both. Beseech your honour, what they travel ior, it it be a just and true report to make it known to us. that goes of his having. Tim. You'll take it ill. Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation : Tim. Will you, indeed? only I will promise him an excellent piece. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an in. Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a tent that's coming toward him. knave, Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very that mightily deceives you. air o the time; it opens the eyes ot expectation : Both. Do we, my lord! performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dis.. in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed semble, of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, coarily and fashionable ; performance is a kind of Keep in your bosom; yet remain assured, will and testament, which argues a great sickness That he's a made-up villain t. in his judgment that makes it. Pain. I know none such, my lord. Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint Poet. Nor J. a man so bad as is thyself. T'im. Look you, I love you well ; I'll give yon Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have pro. gold, vided for him : it must be a personating of him. Rid me these villains from your companies : sell: a satire against the suitness of prosperity : Hang them, or stab them, drown them in with a discovery of the infinite Batteries, that fol. draught i, low youth and opulency. Confound them by some course, and come to me, Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villaiu in thine I'll give you gold enough. own work? Wilt thou whip thme own faults in Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. other men ! Do so, I have gold for thee. Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in Peet. Nay, let's seek hini: company : Then do we sin against our own estate, Each man apari, all single and alone, When we may profit meet, and come too late. Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. Pain. True ; If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, [Tb the Painter. Find what thuu want'st by free and offer'd light. Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside Come. (To the Poet. Tim. I'll meet you at the tern. What a god's But where one villain is, then him abandon.gold, Hence! pack! There's gold, ye came for gold, ye That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, slaves Away from human halitation. • A portrait was so called. + The doing of that we said we would do. * A complete, a finished villain. * In a jakes. a You have done work for me, there's payment : | There's not a whittfe in the truly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I eave you Out, rascal dogs! to the protection of the prosperous gods t, Flav. Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, It will be seen to-morrow; my long sickness Enter Flavius, and two SENATORS. Of health t, and living, now begins to mend, Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with And nothiog brings me all things. Go, live still; Timon; Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, For he is set so only to himself, And last so long enough! That nothing but himself, which looks like man, 1 Sen. We speak in vain. is friendly 'with him. T'im. But yet I love my country ; and am not 1 Sen. Bring us to his cave : One that rejoices in the common wreck, 1 Sen. That's well spoke. 2 Šen. At all tinies alike Tim. Conimend me to my loving countrymen, Men are not still the same : 'twas time, and griefs, i Sen. These words becoine your lips as they pass That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand, through them, Offering the fortunes of his former days, 2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers The former man may make him ; bring us to him, In their applauding gates. And chance it as it may. Tim. Commend me to them; Flar. Here is his cave.- And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon! Timon ! Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee : That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain speak to them, noble Timon. In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them : Enter TIMON. I'll teach then to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !-Speak, 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. and be hang'd: Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, Por each true word, a blister! and each false That mine own use invites me to cut down, Be as a caut'rizing to the root of the tongue, And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends, Consuming it with speaking! Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree!! I Sen. Worthy Tmon From high to low throughout, that whoso please Tim. of none but such as you, and you of Timon. To stop affliction, let him take his haste, 2 n. The senators of Atheus greet thee, Timon. Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, Tom. I thank them; and would send them back And hang hinscit:- I pray you, do my greeting. the plague, Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall Could I but ratch it for them. find him. 1 Sen. O, forget Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. Timon hath made his everlasting mansion The senators, with one consent of love, Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Which once a day with his embossed froth On special dignities, which vacant lie The turbulent surge shall cover; thither coine, Por thy best use and wearing. And let my grave-stone be your oracle. : Sen. They confess, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end ; Lward thee, forgetrolnes; too general, gross: What is amiss, plague and infection mend ! Which now the public body,-which doch seldom Graves only be men's works; and death, their gain! Play the recanter,-feeling in itself Sun, hide ihy beams! Timon hath done his reign. A lack of Timon's aid, hat sense withal (Erit Timon, Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon; 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably And send forth us, to make their sorrowed rendert, Coupled to nature. Tugether with a recompense more fruitful 2 Sen. Oar hope in him is dead: let us return, Than their oflence can weigh down by the dram; And strain what other means is left unto us Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, In our dear • * perii. As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, 2 Sen. It requires swift foot, (Ereunt, And write in thee the figures of their love, Ever to read then thine. SCENE II.-The Walls of Athens. Enter troo SENATORS, and a MESSENGER. Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd ; are his And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. files 1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, As full as thy report? And of our Athens (thine, and ours), to take Mess. I have spoke the least : The captainship, thou shalt be niet with thanks, Besides, his expedition promises Allow' with absolute power, and thy good naine Present approach. Live with authority :-80 soon we shall drive back 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring tot Or Alcibiades the approaches wild ; Timon. Who, like a boar tou savage, doth root up Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;His country's peace. Whom, though in general part we were opposed, 2 Sen. And shakes his threat’ning sword Yet our old love made a particular force, El Against the walls of Athens. And made us speak like friends :~This man was i Sen. Therefore, Timon, riding Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore, I will, Sir; From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Thus, With letters of entreaty, which imported If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, His fellowship i' the cause against your city, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, In part for his sake moved. Enter SENATORS from Tixon. I Sen. Here come our brothers. 0: contumelious, bea-lly, inad-brain'd war ; 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. Then, let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, The enemies' drum is hcard, and fearful scouring Ia pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, • A clasp knife. And let him take't at worst; for their knives care +ice. The gods who are the authors of the prosnot, perity of mankind. While you have throats to answer : for myself, He means the disease of life begins to promise me a period. ý Report, rumour. • With one united voice of affection. || Methodically, from highest to lowest. + Confession. 1 Licensed, uncontrolled Swollen froth. • • Dreadful. D 12 man. Doth choke the air with dust : in and prepare ; 1 Sen. All have not offended; On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall But kill not all together. Than hew to't with thy sword. I Sen. Set but thy foot So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say, thou'll enter friendly. An aged interpreter, though young in days : 2 Sen. Throw thy glove; Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Or any token of thine honour else, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. (Erit. That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, And not as our confusion; all thy powers SCENE V.-Before the Walls of Athens. Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have scal'd thy full desire. Alcib. Then there's my glove; Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more ; and,-io atone your fears But shall be remedied, to your public laws, Both. "Tis most nobly spoken. The Senators descend, and open the Gates. Enter a SOLDIER. Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea : Interprets for my poor ignoranee. Alcib. (Reads.) Here lies a wretched corse, of Above their quantity. wretched soul berest: 2 Sen. So did we woo Seek not my name : a plague consume you wicked Transformed Timon to our city's love, cailiffs left! Py humble message, and by promised means t; Here lie I T'imon; who, alive, all living men did We were not all unkind, nor all deserve hate : The common stroke of war. Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not 1 Sen. These walls of ours here thy guit. Were not erected by their hands, from whom These well express in thee thy latter spirits : You have received your griefs: nor are they such, Though thou abhorr'dst in us our hunian griefs, That these great towers, trophies, and schools, Scoru'dst our brain's flow ý, and those our droplets should fall which For private faults in them. From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Taught thee to make vasi Neptune weep for aye And I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace ; make peace stint war; (If thy revenges hunger for that food, make each Which nature loaths), take thou the destined tenth; Prescribe to other, as each other's leech S. And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let our drums strike. [Ereunt. Let dié the spotted. • Not regular, not equitable. • Arms across. + Mature. + Unattacked gates. Reconcile. 11. e. By promising him a competent subsistence. ý i, e. Our tears. | Stop. Physician. DURE OF VENICE. DESDEMONA, Daughter to Brabantio, and Wife to BRABANTIO, a Senator. Othello. Two other Senators. EMILIA, Wife to lago. BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to Cassio. Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, lago, his Ancient. Attendants, &c. of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus. Clows, Servant to Othello.-HERALD. of soul ; ACT I. Rod. I would not follow him then. Iago. 0, Sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd.' You shall mark Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much an. Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, kindly, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, That thou, lago,-who hast had my purse, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, As if the strings were thine,-shouldst know of Por nought but provender; and, when he's old, this. cashier'd; Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :- Whip me such honest knaves : others there are, If ever I did dream of such a matter, Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Abhor me. Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; Do well thrive by them, and, when they have Do themselves homage: these fellows have some It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be lago : Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war; In following him, I follow but myself;. And, in conclusion, nonsuits Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, My mediators; for, certes f, says he, But seeming so, for my peculiar end : I have already chose my officer. For when my outward action doth demonstrate And what was he? The native act and figure of my heart Forsooth, a great arithmetician, In compliment extern., 'lis not long after One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife 5; For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. That never set a squadron in the field, Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips Nor the division of a battle knows owet, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric ||, If he can carry't thus ! Wherein the toged consulst can propose logo. Call up her father, As it may lose some colour. lago. Do ; with like timorous accent, and dire And I, (God bless the mark !) his Moorship's an yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho ! thieves ! thieves ! Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Look to yonr house, your daughter, and your bags ? BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sumTo love the Moor. mons ? What is the matter there? For wife some read life, supposing it to allude Iago. Are your doors lock'd ? Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for shame,. put on your gown: ++ Related. • Outward show of civility. Om, possess. 1 |
