Apem. Beast! Tim. Slave! Apem. Toad! Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue ! [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. I am sick of this false world; and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon it. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat Thy grave-stone daily make thine epitaph, That death in me at others' lives may laugh. 0 thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce [Looking on the Gold. Twixt natural son and sire! Thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! Thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! Thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And makest them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts! Apem. 'Would 'twere so ; But not till I am dead!-I'll say, thou hast gold: Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. Tim. Throng'd to? Apem. Ay. Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee. Apem. Live, and love thy misery! Tim. Long live so, and so die!-I am quit. [Exit Apemantus. More things like men?-Eat Timon, and abhor them. Enter THIEVES. 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remamder: the mere want of gold, and the fallingfrom of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he eare not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? 2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hiá. 1 Thief. Is not this he? Thieves. Where? 2 Thief. 'Tis his description. 3 Thief. He; I know him. Thieves. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Tim. Both too; and women's sons. Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? í Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, ↑ For legal. That feeds and breeds by a compostare • stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves: a way; Rob one another. There's more gold: cut throats; All that you meet are thieves: to Athens, go, Break open shops; nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it: steal not less, for this I give you, and gold confound you howsoever! Amen. [Timon retires to his Cave. 3 Thief. He has almost charm'd me from my profession, by persuading me to it. 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mys tery. 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade. 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt Thieves. Enter FLAVIUS. Flav. O you gods! Is yon despised and ruinous man my lord? What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, Tim. Away! What art thou ? Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt man, I have forgot thee. Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man Flav. The gods are witness, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, To accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts, To entertain me as your steward still. Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now So comfortable? It almost turns My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold One honest man,-mistake me not,-but one; Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise; If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? • Compost, manure. + An alteration of honour is an alteration of an honourable state to a state of disgrace. How happily. Recommended. Flat. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late: feast: Suspect still comes where an estate is least. For any benefit that points to me, For this one wish, That you had power and wealth Tim. Look hee, 'tis so!-Thou singly honest man, Here, take :-The gods out of my misery Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy: But thus condition'd; thou shalt build from men * ; Hate all, curse all: shew charity to none; But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow them, Debts wither them: be men like blasted woods, And may diseases lick up their false bloods! And so, farewell, and thrive. Flav. O, let me stay, And comfort you, my master. Tim. If thou hatest Curses, stay not; fly, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free: Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. [Exeunt severally. ACT V SCENE I.-The same.-Before Timon's Cave. Enter POET and PAINTER; TIMÓN behind, unseen. Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides. Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold? Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends. Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, in this supposed distress of his: it will shew honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having. Poet. What have you now to present unto him? Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will promise him an excellent piece. Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an intent that's coming toward him. Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will and testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself. Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have provided for him: it must be a personating of himself: a satire against the softness of prosperity: with a discovery of the infinite flatteries, that fol low youth and opulency. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villaiu in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.. Poet. Nay, let's seek hini: Then do we sin against our own estate, When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, Away from human habitation. The doing of that we said we would do. Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam; Settlest admired reverence in a slave: Poet. Hail, worthy Timon! Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Having often of your open bounty tasted, Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better: Pain. So, so, my lord. Tim. Even so, Sir, as I say :-And, for thy fiction, [To the Poet.. Why thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, That thou art even natural in thine art.But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, I must needs say, you have a little fault: Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, You take much pains to mend. Both. Beseech your honour, To make it known to us. Tim. You'll take it ill. Both. Most thankfully, my lord. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you. Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble, Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Pain. I know none such, my lord. Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, Rid me these villains from your companies: Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough. Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in You have done work for me, there's payment: You are an alchymist, make gold of that:- [Exit, beating and driving them out. SCENE II.-The same. Enter FLAVIUS, and two SENATORS. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon; For he is set so only to himself, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Is friendly with him. 1 Sen. Bring us to his cave! It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, 2 Sen. At all times alike Men are not still the same: 'twas time, and griefs, That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand, Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him: bring us to him, And chance it as it may. Flav. Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon! What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators, with one consent of love, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Oa special dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing. Sen. They confess, Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross: A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal And send forth us, to make their sorrowed rendert, Tim. You witch me in it; Surprize me to the very brink of tears: lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, 2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. I Sen. Therefore, Timon, There's not a whittle in the unruly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you Flav. Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, It will be seen to-morrow; my long sickness Of health, and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough! 1 Sen. We speak in vain. Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruitý doth put it. 1 Sen. That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass through them. 1 2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim. Commend me to them; And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. find him. Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Which once a day with his embossed froth ¶ The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.Lips, let sour words go by, and language end; What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works; and death, their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. [Exit Timon 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us. In our dear peril. 2 Sen. It requires swift foot. [Exeunt. Timon. Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;Whom, though in general part we were opposed, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends :-This man was riding Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore, I will, Sir; From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Thus, If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain 0: contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war; With letters of entreaty, which imported Enter SENATORS from TIMON. 1 Sen. Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. Then, let him know,-and tell him Timon speaks it, The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Ia pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that-I care not, And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer: for myself, • With one united voice of affection. + Confession. Licensed, uncontrolled A clasp knife. +i. e. The gods who are the authors of the prosperity of mankind. He means-the disease of life begins to promise me a period. Report, rumour. Methodically, from highest to lowest. .. Dreadful. SCENE V.-Before the Walls of Athens. Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time Our sufferance vainly now the time is flush t, 1 Sen. Noble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, 2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love, Py humble message, and by promised means; 1 Sen. These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom For private faults in them. 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out; (If thy revenges hunger for that food, 1 Sen. All have not offended; For those that were, it is not square, to take, On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, 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 With those that have offended: like a shepherd, Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, But kill not all together. 2 Sen. What thou wilt, Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, Than hew to't with thy sword. 1 Sen. Set but thy foot Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope 2 Sen. Throw thy glove; Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, And not as our confusion; all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire. Alcib. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports +; Those enemies of Timon's and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more; and,-io atone ‡ your fears With my more noble meaning,-not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be remedied, to your public laws, At heaviest answer. Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken, Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. 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: And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which With wax I brought away, whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance. Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked cailiffs left! Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate: Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait. These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow ý, and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, make each Which nature loaths), take thou the destined tenth; Prescribe to other, as each other's leech ¶. And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted. i. e. By promising him a competent subsistence. • Not regular, not equitable. + Unattacked gates. § i. e. Our tears. I Stop. t Reconcile. Physician. • Arms across. RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman. PERSONS REPRESENTED. DESDEMONA, Daughter to Brabantio, and Wife to Othello. EMILIA, Wife to lago. BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to Cassio. Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, &c. MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the Government Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of Cyprus. CLOWN, Servant to Othello.-HERALD. of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus. ACT I. SCENE I-Venice.-A Street. Enter RODERIGO and IAGO. Rod. I would not follow him then. I follow him to serve my turn upon him: Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much un- Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, kindly, That thou, lago,-who hast had my purse, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, As if the strings were thine,-shouldst know of For nought but provender; and, when he's old, this. Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :If ever I did dream of such a matter, hate. Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft capp'd to him ;-and, by the faith of man, My mediators; for, certest, says he, And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife ; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric ||, By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster**: And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's ancient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Whether I in any just term am affin'd++ • Saluted. + Circumlocution. cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves: others there are, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, In compliment extern, 'tis not long after Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe t, If he can carry't thus! Iago. Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! What, ho! Brabantio! Thieves thieves! thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags? Thieves I thieves! BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for shame,. put on your gown: • Outward show of civility. + Own, possess. |