Timon of Athens


William Shakespeare

Timon of Athens is a tragic play about a wealthy and generous Athenian named Timon. He is beloved by many and spends his fortune on lavish gifts for his friends and the city. However, when he falls into financial ruin, his friends abandon him and he becomes bitter and resentful.

Timon's former friends come to him asking for money, but he refuses to help them. He retreats to the wilderness where he encounters a group of thieves who become his only companions. He discovers a hidden cache of gold and uses it to seek revenge on his former friends by throwing a lavish feast for them, only to reveal his hatred and disgust for them and their greed.

As Timon becomes more isolated and despondent, he dies alone in the wilderness. The play explores themes of friendship, betrayal, greed, and the corrupting power of money.

Act I

Act 1 of Timon of Athens begins with Timon, a wealthy Athenian nobleman, hosting a lavish feast for his friends. As the guests arrive, Timon showers them with gifts and praises their friendship. However, it becomes clear that some of Timon's friends are only interested in his wealth and status, and are not true friends.

Timon's steward, Flavius, warns him that he is spending beyond his means and that his debts are mounting. Timon ignores Flavius's advice and continues to spend extravagantly, even borrowing money to finance his lifestyle.

Meanwhile, Alcibiades, a military leader, is banished from Athens for a crime he did not commit. He vows revenge against the city and its leaders.

As Timon's debts become overwhelming, he turns to his friends for help. However, they all refuse to lend him money or support him in any way. Timon becomes disillusioned with his former friends and retreats to the wilderness, where he lives as a hermit.

The act ends with Timon's creditors seeking repayment and Flavius lamenting the downfall of his master. Alcibiades, seeking revenge against Athens, encounters Timon in the wilderness and they form an unlikely alliance.

SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

Scene 1 of Act 1 of Timon of Athens is set in the house of Timon, a wealthy Athenian nobleman who is hosting a lavish feast for his friends. As the guests arrive, Timon greets them warmly and thanks them for coming. He then proceeds to shower them with gifts and compliments, praising their virtues and expressing his gratitude for their friendship.

However, as the night wears on, it becomes clear that Timon's generosity is not reciprocated by his guests. They begin to make excuses to leave early, feigning illness or pressing engagements, and refusing to stay for the planned entertainment. Timon is hurt and bewildered by their behavior, and he begins to suspect that his friends were only pretending to like him in order to benefit from his wealth.

Despite his disappointment, Timon remains optimistic and continues to believe in the goodness of humanity. He decides to throw another feast the following day, inviting even more guests and promising to be even more generous than before. His loyal servant Flavius warns him that he is being taken advantage of, but Timon refuses to listen and insists on carrying out his plan.

As the scene ends, Timon is left alone with his thoughts, wondering why his friends have turned against him and questioning the value of his own wealth and status.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors

Good day, sir.
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I am glad you're well.
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I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
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It wears, sir, as it grows.
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Ay, that's well known:
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But what particular rarity? what strange,
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Which manifold record not matches? See,
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Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
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Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.
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I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
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O, 'tis a worthy lord.
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Nay, that's most fix'd.
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A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
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To an untirable and continuate goodness:
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He passes.
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I have a jewel here--
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O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
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If he will touch the estimate: but, for that--
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(Reciting to himself) 'When we for recompense have
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praised the vile,
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It stains the glory in that happy verse
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Which aptly sings the good.'
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'Tis a good form.
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Looking at the jewel

And rich: here is a water, look ye.
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You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
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To the great lord.
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A thing slipp'd idly from me.
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Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
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From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
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Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
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Provokes itself and like the current flies
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Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
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A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
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Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
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Let's see your piece.
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'Tis a good piece.
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So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
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Admirable: how this grace
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Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
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This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
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Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
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One might interpret.
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It is a pretty mocking of the life.
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Here is a touch; is't good?
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I will say of it,
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It tutors nature: artificial strife
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Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
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Enter certain Senators, and pass over

How this lord is follow'd!
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The senators of Athens: happy man!
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Look, more!
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You see this confluence, this great flood
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of visitors.
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I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
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Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
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With amplest entertainment: my free drift
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Halts not particularly, but moves itself
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In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
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Infects one comma in the course I hold;
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But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
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Leaving no tract behind.
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How shall I understand you?
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I will unbolt to you.
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You see how all conditions, how all minds,
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As well of glib and slippery creatures as
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Of grave and austere quality, tender down
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Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune
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Upon his good and gracious nature hanging
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Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
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All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
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To Apemantus, that few things loves better
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Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
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The knee before him, and returns in peace
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Most rich in Timon's nod.
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I saw them speak together.
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Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
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Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount
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Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
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That labour on the bosom of this sphere
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To propagate their states: amongst them all,
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Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
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One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
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Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
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Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
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Translates his rivals.
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'Tis conceived to scope.
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This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
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With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
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Bowing his head against the sleepy mount
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To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
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In our condition.
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Nay, sir, but hear me on.
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All those which were his fellows but of late,
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Some better than his value, on the moment
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Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
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Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
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Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
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Drink the free air.
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Ay, marry, what of these?
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When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
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Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants
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Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top
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Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
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Not one accompanying his declining foot.
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'Tis common:
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A thousand moral paintings I can show
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That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
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More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
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To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
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The foot above the head.
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Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other servants following

Imprison'd is he, say you?
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Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
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His means most short, his creditors most strait:
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Your honourable letter he desires
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To those have shut him up; which failing,
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Periods his comfort.
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Noble Ventidius! Well;
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I am not of that feather to shake off
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My friend when he must need me. I do know him
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A gentleman that well deserves a help:
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Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
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and free him.
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Your lordship ever binds him.
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Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
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And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
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'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
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But to support him after. Fare you well.
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All happiness to your honour!
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Enter an old Athenian

Old Athenian
Lord Timon, hear me speak.
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Freely, good father.
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Old Athenian
Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
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I have so: what of him?
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Old Athenian
Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
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Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!
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Here, at your lordship's service.
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Old Athenian
This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
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By night frequents my house. I am a man
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That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
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And my estate deserves an heir more raised
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Than one which holds a trencher.
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Well; what further?
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Old Athenian
One only daughter have I, no kin else,
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On whom I may confer what I have got:
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The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
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And I have bred her at my dearest cost
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In qualities of the best. This man of thine
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Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
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Join with me to forbid him her resort;
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Myself have spoke in vain.
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The man is honest.
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Old Athenian
Therefore he will be, Timon:
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His honesty rewards him in itself;
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It must not bear my daughter.
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Does she love him?
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Old Athenian
She is young and apt:
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Our own precedent passions do instruct us
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What levity's in youth.
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(To LUCILIUS) Love you the maid?
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Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
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Old Athenian
If in her marriage my consent be missing,
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I call the gods to witness, I will choose
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Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
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And dispossess her all.
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How shall she be endow'd,
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if she be mated with an equal husband?
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Old Athenian
Three talents on the present; in future, all.
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This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
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To build his fortune I will strain a little,
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For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
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What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
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And make him weigh with her.
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Old Athenian
Most noble lord,
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Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
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My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
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Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
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The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
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Which is not owed to you!
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Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian

Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
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I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
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Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
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A piece of painting, which I do beseech
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Your lordship to accept.
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Painting is welcome.
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The painting is almost the natural man;
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or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
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He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
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Even such as they give out. I like your work;
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And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
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Till you hear further from me.
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The gods preserve ye!
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Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
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We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
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Hath suffer'd under praise.
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What, my lord! dispraise?
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A more satiety of commendations.
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If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
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It would unclew me quite.
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My lord, 'tis rated
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As those which sell would give: but you well know,
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Things of like value differing in the owners
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Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
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You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
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Well mock'd.
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No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
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Which all men speak with him.
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Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
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We'll bear, with your lordship.
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He'll spare none.
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Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
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Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
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When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
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Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
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Are they not Athenians?
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Then I repent not.
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You know me, Apemantus?
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Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.
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Thou art proud, Apemantus.
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Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
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Whither art going?
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To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
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That's a deed thou'lt die for.
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Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
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How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
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The best, for the innocence.
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Wrought he not well that painted it?
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He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
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he's but a filthy piece of work.
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You're a dog.
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Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
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Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
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No; I eat not lords.
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An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
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O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
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That's a lascivious apprehension.
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So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.
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How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
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Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
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man a doit.
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What dost thou think 'tis worth?
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Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!
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How now, philosopher!
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Thou liest.
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Art not one?
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Then I lie not.
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Art not a poet?
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Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
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hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
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That's not feigned; he is so.
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Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
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labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o'
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the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
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What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
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E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
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What, thyself?
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That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
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Art not thou a merchant?
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Ay, Apemantus.
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Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
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If traffic do it, the gods do it.
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Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
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Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger

What trumpet's that?
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'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
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All of companionship.
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Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
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You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
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Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,
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Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
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Most welcome, sir!
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So, so, there!
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Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
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That there should be small love 'mongst these
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sweet knaves,
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And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
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Into baboon and monkey.
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Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
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Most hungerly on your sight.
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Right welcome, sir!
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Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
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In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
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Exeunt all except APEMANTUS

Enter two Lords

First Lord
What time o' day is't, Apemantus?
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Time to be honest.
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First Lord
That time serves still.
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The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.
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Second Lord
Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
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Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
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Second Lord
Fare thee well, fare thee well.
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Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
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Second Lord
Why, Apemantus?
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Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
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give thee none.
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First Lord
Hang thyself!
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No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
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requests to thy friend.
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Second Lord
Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!
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I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.
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First Lord
He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
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And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
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The very heart of kindness.
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Second Lord
He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
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Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
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Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
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But breeds the giver a return exceeding
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All use of quittance.
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First Lord
The noblest mind he carries
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That ever govern'd man.
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Second Lord
Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?
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First Lord
I'll keep you company.
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SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

In Scene 2 of Act 1 of Timon of Athens, a senator named Lucius visits Timon, a wealthy Athenian nobleman, to invite him to a meeting with the other senators. Lucius informs Timon that the senators are concerned about the state of Athens' finances, which are in a dire state due to the city's ongoing wars and the lavish spending of its citizens.

Timon, who is known for his generosity and lavish spending, initially dismisses Lucius' concerns and insists that he will continue to give generously to his friends and those in need. However, when Lucius reminds him that his own wealth is tied up in investments and loans to others, Timon begins to worry that he may not be as wealthy as he thought.

Despite his concerns, Timon continues to live extravagantly and host lavish feasts for his friends and acquaintances. However, as the play progresses, he begins to realize that his generosity has not been reciprocated and that many of his so-called friends are only interested in his money.

As Timon's financial situation worsens and his debts mount, he becomes increasingly isolated and disillusioned with the world. He eventually abandons Athens and retreats to the wilderness, where he lives as a hermit and curses the society that has betrayed him.

Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself

Most honour'd Timon,
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It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
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And call him to long peace.
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He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
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Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
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To your free heart, I do return those talents,
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Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
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I derived liberty.
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O, by no means,
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Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
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I gave it freely ever; and there's none
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Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
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If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
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To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
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A noble spirit!
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Nay, my lords,
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Ceremony was but devised at first
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To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
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Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
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But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
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Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
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Than my fortunes to me.
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They sit

First Lord
My lord, we always have confess'd it.
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Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
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O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
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You shall not make me welcome:
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I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
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Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
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Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
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They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
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man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
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himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
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he fit for't, indeed.
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Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
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observe; I give thee warning on't.
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I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
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therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
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prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
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I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
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ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
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men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
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to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
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and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
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I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
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Methinks they should invite them without knives;
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Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
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There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
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next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
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breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
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man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
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huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
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Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
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Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
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My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
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Second Lord
Let it flow this way, my good lord.
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Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
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well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
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look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
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be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
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This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
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Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
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Apemantus' grace.
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Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
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I pray for no man but myself:
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Grant I may never prove so fond,
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To trust man on his oath or bond;
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Or a harlot, for her weeping;
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Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
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Or a keeper with my freedom;
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Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
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Amen. So fall to't:
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Rich men sin, and I eat root.
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Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
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Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
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My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
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You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
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dinner of friends.
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So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
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like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
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Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
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that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
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First Lord
Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
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would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
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some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
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for ever perfect.
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O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
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themselves have provided that I shall have much help
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from you: how had you been my friends else? why
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have you that charitable title from thousands, did
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not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
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more of you to myself than you can with modesty
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speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
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you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
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friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
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were the most needless creatures living, should we
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ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
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sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
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sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
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myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
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are born to do benefits: and what better or
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properer can we can our own than the riches of our
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friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
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so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
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fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
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Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
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forget their faults, I drink to you.
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Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
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Second Lord
Joy had the like conception in our eyes
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And at that instant like a babe sprung up.
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Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
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Third Lord
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
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Tucket, within

What means that trump?
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How now?
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Please you, my lord, there are certain
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ladies most desirous of admittance.
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Ladies! what are their wills?
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There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
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bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
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I pray, let them be admitted.
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Enter Cupid

Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
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That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
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Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
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To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
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Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
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They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
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They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
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Music, make their welcome!
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Exit Cupid

First Lord
You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
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Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing

Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
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They dance! they are mad women.
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Like madness is the glory of this life.
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As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
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We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
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And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
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Upon whose age we void it up again,
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With poisonous spite and envy.
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Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
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Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
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Of their friends' gift?
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I should fear those that dance before me now
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Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
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Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
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The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease

You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
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Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
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Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
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You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
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And entertain'd me with mine own device;
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I am to thank you for 't.
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First Lady
My lord, you take us even at the best.
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'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
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taking, I doubt me.
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Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
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Please you to dispose yourselves.
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All Ladies
Most thankfully, my lord.
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Exeunt Cupid and Ladies

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My lord?
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The little casket bring me hither.
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Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!
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There is no crossing him in 's humour;
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Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should,
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When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could.
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'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
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That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
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First Lord
Where be our men?
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Here, my lord, in readiness.
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Second Lord
Our horses!
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Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket

O my friends,
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I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
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I must entreat you, honour me so much
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As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
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Kind my lord.
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First Lord
I am so far already in your gifts,--
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So are we all.
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Enter a Servant

My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
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Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
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They are fairly welcome.
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I beseech your honour,
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Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
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Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
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I prithee, let's be provided to show them
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(Aside) I scarce know how.
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Enter a Second Servant

Second Servant
May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
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Out of his free love, hath presented to you
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Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
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I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
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Be worthily entertain'd.
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How now! what news?
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Third Servant
Please you, my lord, that honourable
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gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
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to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour
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two brace of greyhounds.
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I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
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Not without fair reward.
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(Aside) What will this come to?
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He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
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And all out of an empty coffer:
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Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
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To show him what a beggar his heart is,
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Being of no power to make his wishes good:
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His promises fly so beyond his state
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That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
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For every word: he is so kind that he now
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Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.
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Well, would I were gently put out of office
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Before I were forced out!
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Happier is he that has no friend to feed
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Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
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I bleed inwardly for my lord.
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You do yourselves
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Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
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Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
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Second Lord
With more than common thanks I will receive it.
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Third Lord
O, he's the very soul of bounty!
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And now I remember, my lord, you gave
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Good words the other day of a bay courser
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I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
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Second Lord
O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
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You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
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Can justly praise but what he does affect:
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I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
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I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
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All Lords
O, none so welcome.
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I take all and your several visitations
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So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
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Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
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And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
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Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
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It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
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Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
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Lie in a pitch'd field.
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Ay, defiled land, my lord.
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First Lord
We are so virtuously bound--
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Am I to you.
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Second Lord
So infinitely endear'd--
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All to you. Lights, more lights!
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First Lord
The best of happiness,
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Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
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Ready for his friends.
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Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON

What a coil's here!
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Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
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I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
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That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
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Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
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Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
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Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
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good to thee.
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No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
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there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then
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thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,
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Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in
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paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
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Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
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sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
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with better music.
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Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then:
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I'll lock thy heaven from thee.
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O, that men's ears should be
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To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
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Act II

Act 2 of Timon of Athens begins with Timon isolating himself from society due to his newfound disdain for humanity. He sends his servants to deliver gifts to his friends, but they all reject him. In his despair, he encounters Apemantus, a cynical philosopher who also despises humanity. Despite their initial disagreements, they bond over their shared misanthropy.

Meanwhile, Timon's creditors come to demand payment, but he has no money left. Flavius, Timon's loyal steward, tries to reason with them, but they refuse to listen. Timon's only comfort is his loyal servant, Flavius, who has stayed by his side despite the financial troubles. In a fit of anger, Timon decides to leave Athens and live in the wilderness.

As Timon wanders the woods, he discovers a hidden cache of gold and becomes convinced that he can use it to buy the loyalty of his former friends. He returns to Athens and begins to distribute the gold to those he once considered friends, but they all reject him once again. In a rage, Timon curses humanity and retreats back to the wilderness.

Apemantus visits Timon in the wilderness and finds him digging in the dirt, searching for roots to eat. Timon has completely abandoned his former way of life and now lives like an animal. Apemantus tries to reason with Timon, but he refuses to listen. The act ends with Timon's final words: "I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind."

SCENE I. A Senator's house.

Act 2, Scene 1 of Timon of Athens opens with a servant of Timon’s, Flavius, expressing his concern about Timon’s excessive spending and generosity towards his friends. Flavius is worried that Timon’s resources will soon be depleted if he continues to give away so much money.

Two lords, Ventidius and Lucullus, enter and discuss their financial struggles. They both owe large sums of money to Timon, but neither of them wants to pay him back. They believe that Timon’s generosity is a sign of weakness and that he can be easily manipulated.

Lucius, another lord, enters and informs the others that Timon has invited them all to a feast. The lords are excited about the prospect of attending the feast because they believe that Timon will give them even more money.

Flavius warns the lords that Timon’s resources are dwindling and that he may not be able to fulfill their expectations. The lords dismiss Flavius’ warnings and proceed to the feast.

At the feast, Timon gives each lord a gift of gold. However, when Timon asks the lords for their help in repaying his debts, they all refuse and make excuses for why they cannot help him.

Feeling betrayed by his friends, Timon becomes enraged and leaves the feast. He declares that he has renounced all of his former friends and that he will live in solitude and poverty from now on.

The scene ends with Flavius expressing his loyalty to Timon and his sadness at the way his master has been treated by his friends.

Enter Senator, with papers in his hand

And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
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He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
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Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
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Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
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If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
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And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
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If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
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Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
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Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
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And able horses. No porter at his gate,
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But rather one that smiles and still invites
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All that pass by. It cannot hold: no reason
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Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
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Caphis, I say!
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Here, sir; what is your pleasure?
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Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon;
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Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
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With slight denial, nor then silenced when--
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'Commend me to your master'--and the cap
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Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
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My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
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Out of mine own; his days and times are past
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And my reliances on his fracted dates
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Have smit my credit: I love and honour him,
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But must not break my back to heal his finger;
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Immediate are my needs, and my relief
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Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
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But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
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Put on a most importunate aspect,
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A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
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When every feather sticks in his own wing,
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Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
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Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
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I go, sir.
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'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you,
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And have the dates in contempt.
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I will, sir.
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SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

Scene 2 of Act 2 of Timon of Athens takes place in the home of Timon, a wealthy Athenian nobleman. Timon is hosting a lavish dinner party for his friends, including Flavius, Lucilius, and others. Timon is known for his generosity and often throws extravagant parties for his friends.

During the party, Timon gives gifts to his friends, including gold, jewels, and other valuables. However, as the night wears on, Timon begins to notice that his friends are not as grateful as he had hoped. They seem more interested in the gifts than in Timon himself.

As the party comes to an end, Timon asks his friends for help in paying off some of his debts. To his surprise, they all refuse to help him, citing their own financial troubles. Timon is devastated by their lack of loyalty and friendship. He realizes that he has been too generous in the past and that his friends only cared about his wealth.

Feeling betrayed and alone, Timon decides to give up his wealth and live as a hermit. He renounces his former friends and curses them, vowing never to trust anyone again. The scene ends with Timon alone on stage, contemplating his new life as a recluse.

Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand

No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
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That he will neither know how to maintain it,
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Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
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How things go from him, nor resumes no care
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Of what is to continue: never mind
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Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
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What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel:
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I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
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Fie, fie, fie, fie!
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Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro

Good even, Varro: what,
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You come for money?
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Varro's Servant
Is't not your business too?
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It is: and yours too, Isidore?
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Isidore's Servant
It is so.
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Would we were all discharged!
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Varro's Servant
I fear it.
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Here comes the lord.
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Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, c

So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
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My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
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My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
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Dues! Whence are you?
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Of Athens here, my lord.
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Go to my steward.
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Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
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To the succession of new days this month:
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My master is awaked by great occasion
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To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
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That with your other noble parts you'll suit
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In giving him his right.
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Mine honest friend,
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I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
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Nay, good my lord,--
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Contain thyself, good friend.
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Varro's Servant
One Varro's servant, my good lord,--
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Isidore's Servant
From Isidore;
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He humbly prays your speedy payment.
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If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
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Varro's Servant
'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.
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Isidore's Servant
Your steward puts me off, my lord;
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And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
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Give me breath.
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I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
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I'll wait upon you instantly.
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Come hither: pray you,
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How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
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With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
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And the detention of long-since-due debts,
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Against my honour?
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Please you, gentlemen,
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The time is unagreeable to this business:
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Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
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That I may make his lordship understand
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Wherefore you are not paid.
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Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.
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Pray, draw near.
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Enter APEMANTUS and Fool

Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
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let's ha' some sport with 'em.
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Varro's Servant
Hang him, he'll abuse us.
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Isidore's Servant
A plague upon him, dog!
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Varro's Servant
How dost, fool?
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Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
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Varro's Servant
I speak not to thee.
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No,'tis to thyself.
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Come away.
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Isidore's Servant
There's the fool hangs on your back already.
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No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.
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Where's the fool now?
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He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and
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usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!
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All Servants
What are we, Apemantus?
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All Servants

That you ask me what you are, and do not know
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yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.
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How do you, gentlemen?
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All Servants
Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?
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She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens
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as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
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Good! gramercy.
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Enter Page

Look you, here comes my mistress' page.
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(To the Fool) Why, how now, captain! what do you
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in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
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Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer
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thee profitably.
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Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
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these letters: I know not which is which.
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Canst not read?
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There will little learning die then, that day thou
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art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to
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Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't
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die a bawd.
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Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a
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dog's death. Answer not; I am gone.
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E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with
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you to Lord Timon's.
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Will you leave me there?
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If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
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All Servants
Ay; would they served us!
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So would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
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Are you three usurers' men?
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All Servants
Ay, fool.
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I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my
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mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come
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to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and
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go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house
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merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?
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Varro's Servant
I could render one.
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Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster
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and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be
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no less esteemed.
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Varro's Servant
What is a whoremaster, fool?
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A fool in good clothes, and something like thee.
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'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord;
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sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher,
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with two stones moe than's artificial one: he is
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very often like a knight; and, generally, in all
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shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore
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to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
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Varro's Servant
Thou art not altogether a fool.
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Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
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I have, so much wit thou lackest.
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That answer might have become Apemantus.
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All Servants
Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
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Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS

Come with me, fool, come.
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I do not always follow lover, elder brother and
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woman; sometime the philosopher.
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Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool

Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.
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Exeunt Servants

You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
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Had you not fully laid my state before me,
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That I might so have rated my expense,
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As I had leave of means?
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You would not hear me,
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At many leisures I proposed.
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Perchance some single vantages you took.
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When my indisposition put you back:
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And that unaptness made your minister,
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Thus to excuse yourself.
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O my good lord,
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At many times I brought in my accounts,
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Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
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And say, you found them in mine honesty.
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When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
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Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;
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Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you
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To hold your hand more close: I did endure
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Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have
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Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
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And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
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Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time--
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The greatest of your having lacks a half
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To pay your present debts.
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Let all my land be sold.
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'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;
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And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
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Of present dues: the future comes apace:
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What shall defend the interim? and at length
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How goes our reckoning?
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To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
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O my good lord, the world is but a word:
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Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
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How quickly were it gone!
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You tell me true.
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If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
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Call me before the exactest auditors
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And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
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When all our offices have been oppress'd
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With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
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With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
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Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
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I have retired me to a wasteful cock,
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And set mine eyes at flow.
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Prithee, no more.
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Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
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How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
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This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?
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What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is
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Lord Timon's?
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Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
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Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
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The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
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Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
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These flies are couch'd.
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Come, sermon me no further:
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No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
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Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
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Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
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To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
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If I would broach the vessels of my love,
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And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
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Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
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As I can bid thee speak.
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Assurance bless your thoughts!
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And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,
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That I account them blessings; for by these
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Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you
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Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
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Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
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Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants

My lord? my lord?
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I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
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to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
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to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their
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loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have
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found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let
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the request be fifty talents.
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As you have said, my lord.
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(Aside) Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!
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Go you, sir, to the senators--
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Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
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Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant
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A thousand talents to me.
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I have been bold--
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For that I knew it the most general way--
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To them to use your signet and your name;
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But they do shake their heads, and I am here
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No richer in return.
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Is't true? can't be?
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They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
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That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
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Do what they would; are sorry--you are honourable,--
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But yet they could have wish'd--they know not--
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Something hath been amiss--a noble nature
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May catch a wrench--would all were well--'tis pity;--
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And so, intending other serious matters,
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After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
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With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
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They froze me into silence.
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You gods, reward them!
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Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
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Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
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Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
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'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
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And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
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Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
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Go to Ventidius.
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Prithee, be not sad,
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Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
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No blame belongs to thee.
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Ventidius lately
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Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd
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Into a great estate: when he was poor,
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Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends,
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I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me;
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Bid him suppose some good necessity
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Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
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With those five talents.
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That had, give't these fellows
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To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
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That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
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I would I could not think it: that thought is
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bounty's foe;
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Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
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In Act 3 of Timon of Athens, Timon continues to give away his wealth and possessions to his friends, all of whom prove to be ungrateful and refuse to help him when he falls into financial ruin. Timon becomes bitter and angry, cursing his former friends and the gods who allowed him to be betrayed. He retreats to the wilderness and lives alone, becoming increasingly misanthropic.

Meanwhile, the Athenian senator Alcibiades is banished from the city for speaking out against the corrupt government. He rallies an army and prepares to march on Athens, seeking revenge. He encounters Timon in the wilderness and is moved by the hermit's plight, promising to help him in any way he can.

As Alcibiades leads his army towards Athens, Timon discovers a hoard of buried treasure and decides to use it to wreak revenge on his former friends. He sends them gifts, but the gifts are actually curses that bring them misfortune and ruin.

In the final scene, Alcibiades arrives in Athens and threatens to destroy the city. The senators beg for mercy and offer to make amends by reinstating him and granting him power. Timon appears and denounces the senators, declaring that they are all corrupt and deserve to be punished. He dies shortly thereafter, and Alcibiades spares the city but promises to reform it and make it just.

SCENE I. A room in Lucullus' house.

Scene 1 of Act 3 takes place in a forest near Athens. Timon, the main character, has become a recluse and is living in the woods. He is visited by his loyal servant Flavius, who brings him food and other supplies. Timon is initially happy to see Flavius, but his demeanor quickly changes when Flavius tells him that his creditors are demanding payment for his debts.

Timon becomes angry and bitter, blaming his former friends for his financial ruin. He tells Flavius to go back to Athens and give his creditors a message: that he will never pay them back and wishes them all to suffer as he has. Flavius tries to reason with Timon, telling him that his creditors have families to feed and that he should try to negotiate with them, but Timon will not listen.

As Flavius leaves, Timon is left alone to contemplate his situation. He realizes that his former friends were only interested in his money and that he was foolish to trust them. He curses them and wishes for their downfall. He then digs up a buried treasure and decides to use it to fund his revenge against those who have wronged him.

The scene ends with Timon preparing to leave the forest and return to Athens, where he plans to wreak havoc on his former associates.

FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him

I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
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I thank you, sir.
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Here's my lord.
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(Aside) One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I
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warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver
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basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
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Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.
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Fill me some wine.
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And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
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gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
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and master?
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His health is well sir.
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I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
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what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
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'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my
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lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
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supply; who, having great and instant occasion to
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use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to
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furnish him, nothing doubting your present
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assistance therein.
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La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas,
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good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
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keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha'
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dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to
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supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less,
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and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
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by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty
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is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get
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him from't.
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Re-enter Servant, with wine

Please your lordship, here is the wine.
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Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.
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Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
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I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
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spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what
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belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
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the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
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Get you gone, sirrah.
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Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
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bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
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knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,
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that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
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bare friendship, without security. Here's three
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solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
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thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.
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Is't possible the world should so much differ,
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And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
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To him that worships thee!
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Throwing the money back

Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
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May these add to the number that may scald thee!
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Let moulten coin be thy damnation,
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Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
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Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
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It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
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I feel master's passion! this slave,
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Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
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Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
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When he is turn'd to poison?
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O, may diseases only work upon't!
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And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
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Which my lord paid for, be of any power
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To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
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SCENE II. A public place.

Scene 2 of Act 3 of Timon of Athens opens with Timon's loyal servant Flavius expressing his concern about their master's financial situation. He tells Timon that his creditors are demanding payment, but Timon is unable to provide the funds. Flavius also reveals that he has given away his own money to help Timon's cause.

Timon, however, is not concerned about his financial troubles and instead laments the loss of his friends, who have abandoned him in his time of need. He declares that he will no longer associate with those who only pretend to be his friends for personal gain.

Timon's bitterness and anger is further fueled by the arrival of two senators who have come to ask for his help in funding a war against the city of Athens. Timon refuses their request and instead berates them for their hypocrisy and ingratitude.

The scene ends with Timon's decision to leave Athens and live as a hermit outside the city walls, where he can live without the company of those who have betrayed him.

Enter LUCILIUS, with three Strangers

Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and
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an honourable gentleman.
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First Stranger
We know him for no less, though we are but strangers
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to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and
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which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's
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happy hours are done and past, and his estate
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shrinks from him.
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Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
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Second Stranger
But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago,
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one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow
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so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and
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showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.
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Second Stranger
I tell you, denied, my lord.
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What a strange case was that! now, before the gods,
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I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man!
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there was very little honour showed in't. For my own
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part, I must needs confess, I have received some
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small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels
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and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his;
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yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should
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ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
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See, by good hap, yonder's my lord;
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I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,--
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Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:
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commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very
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exquisite friend.
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May it please your honour, my lord hath sent--
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Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to
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that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank
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him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
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Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
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requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
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with so many talents.
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I know his lordship is but merry with me;
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He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.
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But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
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If his occasion were not virtuous,
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I should not urge it half so faithfully.
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Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
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Upon my soul,'tis true, sir.
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What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself
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against such a good time, when I might ha' shown
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myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I
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should purchase the day before for a little part,
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and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now,
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before the gods, I am not able to do,--the more
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beast, I say:--I was sending to use Lord Timon
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myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would
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not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now.
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Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I
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hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me,
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because I have no power to be kind: and tell him
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this from me, I count it one of my greatest
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afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an
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honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you
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befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
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Yes, sir, I shall.
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I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
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True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
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And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
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First Stranger
Do you observe this, Hostilius?
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Second Stranger
Ay, too well.
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First Stranger
Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the
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same piece
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Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
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His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in
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My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
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And kept his credit with his purse,
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Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
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Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks,
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But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
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And yet--O, see the monstrousness of man
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When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!--
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He does deny him, in respect of his,
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What charitable men afford to beggars.
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Third Stranger
Religion groans at it.
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First Stranger
For mine own part,
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I never tasted Timon in my life,
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Nor came any of his bounties over me,
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To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,
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For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue
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And honourable carriage,
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Had his necessity made use of me,
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I would have put my wealth into donation,
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And the best half should have return'd to him,
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So much I love his heart: but, I perceive,
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Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
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For policy sits above conscience.
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SCENE III. A room in Sempronius' house.

Scene 3 of Act 3 of Timon of Athens opens with a conversation between Timon and his loyal servant, Flavius. Timon expresses his despair over his financial situation and how his supposed friends have abandoned him. Flavius suggests that Timon should reach out to his friends for help, but Timon refuses, believing that they will only continue to betray him.

Then, Timon spots his former friend, Apemantus, and invites him to join them. Apemantus, who has always been critical of Timon's lavish lifestyle, refuses to offer any sympathy or help. Instead, he uses the opportunity to criticize Timon even further and to point out the flaws in his character.

Timon becomes increasingly agitated and begins to curse his former friends, hoping that they will suffer the same fate as he has. Flavius attempts to calm Timon down but is unsuccessful. Timon then decides to leave and live alone in the wilderness.

The scene ends with Flavius expressing his loyalty and dedication to Timon, even in his time of despair.

Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's

Must he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove
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all others?
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He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
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And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
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Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
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Owe their estates unto him.
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My lord,
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They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
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They have au denied him.
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How! have they denied him?
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Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
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And does he send to me? Three? hum!
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It shows but little love or judgment in him:
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Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like
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Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?
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Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,
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That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
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But his occasion might have woo'd me first;
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For, in my conscience, I was the first man
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That e'er received gift from him:
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And does he think so backwardly of me now,
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That I'll requite its last? No:
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So it may prove an argument of laughter
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To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.
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I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
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Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
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I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
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And with their faint reply this answer join;
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Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
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Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
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devil knew not what he did when he made man
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politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot
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think but, in the end, the villainies of man will
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set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to
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appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked,
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like those that under hot ardent zeal would set
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whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his
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politic love.
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This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
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Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
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Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
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Many a bounteous year must be employ'd
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Now to guard sure their master.
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And this is all a liberal course allows;
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Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
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SCENE IV. The same. A hall in Timon's house.

Scene 4 of Act 3 of Timon of Athens features Timon, the main character, who has turned his back on his former friends and society and now lives in a cave in the woods. He is visited by two bandits who are amazed at his wealth, which he has managed to keep hidden from everyone. Timon gives them gold and asks them to kill the Athenians who had betrayed him, offering more gold as a reward. The bandits agree and leave.

Shortly after, Timon is visited by Flavius, his loyal steward, who brings him food and updates him on the state of his finances. Flavius informs Timon that his creditors are demanding repayment and that his friend Alcibiades has been banished from Athens for speaking out against the city's corrupt leaders. Timon gives Flavius gold and tells him to deliver it to his creditors, despite Flavius' protests that it will not be enough to satisfy them.

Timon then goes on a rant against society, declaring that all men are corrupt and that he wants to see the world destroyed. He throws stones at Flavius and chases him out of the cave, declaring that he no longer wants anything to do with him or any other human beings.

The scene ends with Timon alone in his cave, reflecting on his misfortunes and his hatred of humanity.

Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out

Varro's First Servant
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
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The like to you kind Varro.
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What, do we meet together?
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Lucilius' Servant
Ay, and I think
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One business does command us all; for mine Is money.
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So is theirs and ours.
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Lucilius' Servant
And Sir Philotus too!
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Good day at once.
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Lucilius' Servant
Welcome, good brother.
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What do you think the hour?
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Labouring for nine.
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Lucilius' Servant
So much?
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Is not my lord seen yet?
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Lucilius' Servant
Not yet.
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I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
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Lucilius' Servant
Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him:
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You must consider that a prodigal course
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Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
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I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
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That is one may reach deep enough, and yet
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Find little.
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I am of your fear for that.
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I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
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Your lord sends now for money.
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Most true, he does.
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And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
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For which I wait for money.
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It is against my heart.
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Lucilius' Servant
Mark, how strange it shows,
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Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
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And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
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And send for money for 'em.
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I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
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I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
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And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
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Varro's First Servant
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
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Lucilius' Servant
Five thousand mine.
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Varro's First Servant
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
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Your master's confidence was above mine;
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Else, surely, his had equall'd.
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One of Lord Timon's men.
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Lucilius' Servant
Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to
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come forth?
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No, indeed, he is not.
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We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
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I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.
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Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled

Lucilius' Servant
Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
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He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
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Do you hear, sir?
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Varro's Second Servant
By your leave, sir,--
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What do ye ask of me, my friend?
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We wait for certain money here, sir.
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If money were as certain as your waiting,
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'Twere sure enough.
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Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
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When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
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Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts
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And take down the interest into their
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gluttonous maws.
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You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
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Let me pass quietly:
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Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
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I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
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Lucilius' Servant
Ay, but this answer will not serve.
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If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you;
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For you serve knaves.
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Varro's First Servant
How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
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Varro's Second Servant
No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge
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enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no
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house to put his head in? such may rail against
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great buildings.
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O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
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If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some
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other hour, I should derive much from't; for,
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take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to
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discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him;
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he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
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Lucilius' Servant
Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
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And, if it be so far beyond his health,
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Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
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And make a clear way to the gods.
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Good gods!
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We cannot take this for answer, sir.
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(Within) Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
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Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following

What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
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Have I been ever free, and must my house
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Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
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The place which I have feasted, does it now,
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Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
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Lucilius' Servant
Put in now, Titus.
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My lord, here is my bill.
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Lucilius' Servant
Here's mine.
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And mine, my lord.
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Both Varro's Servants
And ours, my lord.
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All our bills.
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Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
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Lucilius' Servant
Alas, my lord,-
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Cut my heart in sums.
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Mine, fifty talents.
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Tell out my blood.
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Lucilius' Servant
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
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Five thousand drops pays that.
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What yours?--and yours?
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Varro's First Servant
My lord,--
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Varro's Second Servant
My lord,--
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Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
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'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps
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at their money: these debts may well be called
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desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
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Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS

They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
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Creditors? devils!
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My dear lord,--
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What if it should be so?
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My lord,--
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I'll have it so. My steward!
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Here, my lord.
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So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
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Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
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All, sirrah, all:
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I'll once more feast the rascals.
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O my lord,
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You only speak from your distracted soul;
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There is not so much left, to furnish out
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A moderate table.
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Be't not in thy care; go,
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I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
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Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
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SCENE V. The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting.

Scene 5 of Act 3 of Timon of Athens features Timon, a wealthy Athenian nobleman, who has recently fallen into debt and disfavor with his society. In this scene, he encounters a group of bandits who offer to join forces with him and help him seek revenge on those who have wronged him.

Timon is initially hesitant to trust the bandits, but ultimately agrees to their proposal. He declares that he wishes to become a "stranger" to Athens and all of its inhabitants, and that he will use his newfound alliance with the bandits to wreak havoc on the city.

The scene ends with Timon and the bandits preparing to depart for Athens, with Timon declaring that he will "shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh." The language of the scene is full of anger and bitterness, as Timon rails against the society that has betrayed him and seeks to take revenge on those who have wronged him.

First Senator
My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's
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Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die:
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Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
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Second Senator
Most true; the law shall bruise him.
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Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants

Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
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First Senator
Now, captain?
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I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
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For pity is the virtue of the law,
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And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
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It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
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Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
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Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
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To those that, without heed, do plunge into 't.
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He is a man, setting his fate aside,
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Of comely virtues:
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Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice--
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An honour in him which buys out his fault--
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But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
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Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
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He did oppose his foe:
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And with such sober and unnoted passion
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He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
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As if he had but proved an argument.
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First Senator
You undergo too strict a paradox,
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Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
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Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd
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To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling
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Upon the head of valour; which indeed
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Is valour misbegot and came into the world
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When sects and factions were newly born:
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He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
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The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
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His outsides, to wear them like his raiment,
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And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
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To bring it into danger.
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If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
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What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!
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My lord,--
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First Senator
You cannot make gross sins look clear:
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To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
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My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
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If I speak like a captain.
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Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
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And not endure all threats? sleep upon't,
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And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
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Without repugnancy? If there be
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Such valour in the bearing, what make we
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Abroad? why then, women are more valiant
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That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
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And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
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Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
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If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
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As you are great, be pitifully good:
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Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
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To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
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But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
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To be in anger is impiety;
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But who is man that is not angry?
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Weigh but the crime with this.
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Second Senator
You breathe in vain.
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In vain! his service done
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At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
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Were a sufficient briber for his life.
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First Senator
What's that?
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I say, my lords, he has done fair service,
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And slain in fight many of your enemies:
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How full of valour did he bear himself
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In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!
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Second Senator
He has made too much plenty with 'em;
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He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often
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Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
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If there were no foes, that were enough
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To overcome him: in that beastly fury
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He has been known to commit outrages,
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And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us,
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His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
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First Senator
He dies.
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Hard fate! he might have died in war.
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My lords, if not for any parts in him--
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Though his right arm might purchase his own time
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And be in debt to none--yet, more to move you,
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Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both:
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And, for I know your reverend ages love
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Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
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My honours to you, upon his good returns.
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If by this crime he owes the law his life,
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Why, let the war receive 't in valiant gore
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For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
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First Senator
We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,
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On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,
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He forfeits his own blood that spills another.
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Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
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I do beseech you, know me.
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Second Senator

Call me to your remembrances.
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Third Senator

I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
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It could not else be, I should prove so base,
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To sue, and be denied such common grace:
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My wounds ache at you.
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First Senator
Do you dare our anger?
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'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
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We banish thee for ever.
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Banish me!
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Banish your dotage; banish usury,
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That makes the senate ugly.
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First Senator
If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
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Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
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our spirit,
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He shall be executed presently.
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Exeunt Senators

Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
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Only in bone, that none may look on you!
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I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
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While they have told their money and let out
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Their coin upon large interest, I myself
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Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
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Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
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Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!
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It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;
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It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
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That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
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My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
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'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
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Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
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SCENE VI. The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.

In Scene 6 of Act 3, Timon's loyal servant Flavius brings bad news to his master. He informs Timon that his friends have refused to lend him money, despite his dire financial situation. Flavius tries to reason with Timon, telling him that he should have saved his money and not spent it all on his friends. He also urges Timon to reconsider his extravagant lifestyle and to start living within his means.

However, Timon is consumed by anger and bitterness towards his former friends. He rails against them, calling them ungrateful and selfish. He declares that he no longer wants anything to do with them and that he wishes to live alone in the wilderness, away from civilization. Flavius tries to reason with him, but Timon is adamant in his decision.

As the scene ends, Timon announces that he will leave Athens and go to the woods, where he will live as a hermit. Flavius is left alone on stage, lamenting his master's fate and wondering how he will survive without his patron's support.

Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors

First Lord
The good time of day to you, sir.
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Second Lord
I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
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did but try us this other day.
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First Lord
Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
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encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as
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he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
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Second Lord
It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
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First Lord
I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest
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inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me
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to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and
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I must needs appear.
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Second Lord
In like manner was I in debt to my importunate
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business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am
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sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my
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provision was out.
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First Lord
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all
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things go.
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Second Lord
Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of
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First Lord
A thousand pieces.
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Second Lord
A thousand pieces!
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First Lord
What of you?
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Second Lord
He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.
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Enter TIMON and Attendants

With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you?
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First Lord
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
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Second Lord
The swallow follows not summer more willing than we
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your lordship.
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(Aside) Nor more willingly leaves winter; such
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summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not
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recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the
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music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o' the
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trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently.
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First Lord
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
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that I returned you an empty messenger.
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O, sir, let it not trouble you.
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Second Lord
My noble lord,--
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Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
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Second Lord
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame,
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that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,
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I was so unfortunate a beggar.
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Think not on 't, sir.
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Second Lord
If you had sent but two hours before,--
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Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
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Come, bring in all together.
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Second Lord
All covered dishes!
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First Lord
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
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Third Lord
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield
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First Lord
How do you? What's the news?
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Third Lord
Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?
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First Lord
Alcibiades banished!
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Third Lord
'Tis so, be sure of it.
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First Lord
How! how!
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Second Lord
I pray you, upon what?
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My worthy friends, will you draw near?
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Third Lord
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
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Second Lord
This is the old man still.
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Third Lord
Will 't hold? will 't hold?
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Second Lord
It does: but time will--and so--
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Third Lord
I do conceive.
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Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to
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the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all
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places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let
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the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place:
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sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
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You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with
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thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves
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praised: but reserve still to give, lest your
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deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that
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one need not lend to another; for, were your
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godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the
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gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man
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that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without
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a score of villains: if there sit twelve women at
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the table, let a dozen of them be--as they are. The
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rest of your fees, O gods--the senators of Athens,
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together with the common lag of people--what is
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amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for
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destruction. For these my present friends, as they
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are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to
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nothing are they welcome.
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Uncover, dogs, and lap.
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The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water

Some Speak
What does his lordship mean?
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Some Others
I know not.
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May you a better feast never behold,
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You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water
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Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
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Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
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Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
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Your reeking villany.
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Live loathed and long,
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Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
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Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
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You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
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Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
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Of man and beast the infinite malady
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Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
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Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;--
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Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
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What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
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Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
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Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
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Of Timon man and all humanity!
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Re-enter the Lords, Senators, c

First Lord
How now, my lords!
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Second Lord
Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?
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Third Lord
Push! did you see my cap?
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Fourth Lord
I have lost my gown.
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First Lord
He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.
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He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has
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beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?
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Third Lord
Did you see my cap?
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Second Lord
Here 'tis.
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Fourth Lord
Here lies my gown.
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First Lord
Let's make no stay.
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Second Lord
Lord Timon's mad.
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Third Lord
I feel 't upon my bones.
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Fourth Lord
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Timon of Athens opens with Timon discovering gold in the forest. He uses the gold to buy the services of an army of mercenaries. Meanwhile, Flavius, Timon's loyal servant, tries to reason with the senators of Athens to help Timon, but they refuse.

Timon invites his former friends to a feast, only to serve them water and stones. He berates them for their selfishness and ingratitude, and then leaves them to their own devices.

Alcibiades, a general who was banished from Athens, hears of Timon's plight and decides to help him. He rallies his troops and heads towards Athens.

Meanwhile, Timon is seen digging his own grave, lamenting the betrayal of his former friends and the emptiness of wealth and material possessions. He dies alone, with only the company of his loyal servant Flavius.

As Alcibiades arrives in Athens, he is confronted by the senators who plead for his mercy. Alcibiades agrees to spare the city on the condition that the traitors who wronged Timon are punished.

The play ends with Alcibiades leading the traitors to their punishment, and Flavius reflecting on the futility of wealth and the importance of loyalty.

SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.

In Scene 1 of Act 4, a group of Senators meet to discuss Timon's situation. They acknowledge that Timon was once a wealthy and respected man, but has now fallen into poverty and despair. The Senators decide to offer him some help, but they also express concern that he may be too far gone to accept it.

One Senator suggests that they send someone to speak with Timon and try to convince him to accept their offer. Another Senator disagrees, arguing that Timon is too bitter and angry to listen to reason. He suggests that they should just leave him be and let him suffer the consequences of his own actions.

The first Senator responds by saying that they have a duty to help their fellow man, regardless of their personal feelings towards him. He argues that they should at least make the effort to reach out to Timon and offer him some support.

The Senators eventually agree to send someone to speak with Timon, but they remain skeptical of his ability to accept their help. They also express concern that Timon's bitter attitude towards society may be contagious, and could spread to others if left unchecked.

Overall, Scene 1 of Act 4 portrays the Senators as conflicted and uncertain about how to deal with Timon's situation. They recognize the importance of helping others, but also worry about the potential consequences of intervening in Timon's life.


Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
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That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
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And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
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Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
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Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
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And minister in their steads! to general filths
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Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
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Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
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Rather than render back, out with your knives,
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And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
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Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
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And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
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Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
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pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
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With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
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Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
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Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
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Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
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Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
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Decline to your confounding contraries,
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And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
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Your potent and infectious fevers heap
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On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
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Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
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As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
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Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
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That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
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And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
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Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
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Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
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at their society, as their friendship, may
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merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
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But nakedness, thou detestable town!
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Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
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Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
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The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
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The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
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The Athenians both within and out that wall!
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And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
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To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.
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SCENE II. Athens. A room in Timon's house.

Scene 2 of Act 4 of Timon of Athens depicts a dialogue between Timon and his servants in the wilderness. Timon commands his servants to find him food and firewood to make a fire. One servant, Flavius, expresses his concern about Timon's situation and urges him to seek help from his friends. However, Timon dismisses his suggestion and instead, curses his former friends, blaming them for his current state of poverty.

Timon's other servant brings back roots and water for Timon to eat. Timon expresses his disgust at the food and throws it away, declaring that he would rather die than eat such meager provisions. Instead, he decides to leave the wilderness and go to the city to seek revenge on his former friends. However, Flavius warns Timon that he should not expect any help from his old friends, who have all turned their backs on him.

Despite Flavius's warning, Timon remains determined to confront his former friends and seek revenge. He declares that he will become a misanthrope and reject all human society, living out the rest of his days in solitude and bitterness. The scene ends with Timon leaving the wilderness and heading towards the city, accompanied only by his faithful servant, Flavius.

Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants

First Servant
Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
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Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
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Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
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Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
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I am as poor as you.
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First Servant
Such a house broke!
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So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
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One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
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And go along with him!
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Second Servant
As we do turn our backs
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From our companion thrown into his grave,
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So his familiars to his buried fortunes
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Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
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Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
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A dedicated beggar to the air,
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With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
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Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
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Enter other Servants

All broken implements of a ruin'd house.
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Third Servant
Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery;
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That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,
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Serving alike in sorrow: leak'd is our bark,
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And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
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Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
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Into this sea of air.
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Good fellows all,
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The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
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Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,
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Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say,
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As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
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'We have seen better days.' Let each take some;
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Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
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Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
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O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
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Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
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Since riches point to misery and contempt?
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Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live
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But in a dream of friendship?
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To have his pomp and all what state compounds
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But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
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Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart,
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Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,
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When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!
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Who, then, dares to be half so kind again?
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For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
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My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,
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Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
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Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord!
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He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
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Of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to
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Supply his life, or that which can command it.
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I'll follow and inquire him out:
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I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;
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Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
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SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore.

Scene 3 of Act 4 in Timon of Athens sees Timon, a wealthy Athenian, wandering through the wilderness. He comes across a group of bandits who have just captured a senator from Athens. Timon offers the bandits money to release the senator, but they refuse, stating that they are not driven by greed but by a desire for revenge against the corrupt and greedy Athenians who have wronged them.

Timon reflects on the futility of wealth and the corrupting influence of power. He realizes that he has been just as corrupt as the Athenians he despises, and that his wealth has only brought him misery.

The senator begs Timon to help him, but Timon refuses, telling the senator that he is no better than the bandits who have captured him. Timon then leaves the senator to his fate and continues his journey through the wilderness, seeking a new way of life.

Scene 3 of Act 4 in Timon of Athens is a powerful meditation on the corrupting influence of money and power, and the futility of seeking happiness through wealth. It is a stark reminder that true happiness cannot be bought, and that the pursuit of wealth and power can lead only to misery and despair.

Enter TIMON, from the cave

O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
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Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
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Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
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Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
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Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes;
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The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,
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To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
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But by contempt of nature.
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Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;
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The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
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The beggar native honour.
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It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,
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The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
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In purity of manhood stand upright,
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And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be,
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So are they all; for every grise of fortune
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Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
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Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
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There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
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But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
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All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
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His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
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Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
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Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
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With thy most operant poison! What is here?
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Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,
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I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens!
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Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,
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Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
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Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this
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Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
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Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
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This yellow slave
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Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed,
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Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves
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And give them title, knee and approbation
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With senators on the bench: this is it
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That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
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She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
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Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
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To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
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Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
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Among the route of nations, I will make thee
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Do thy right nature.
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Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick,
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But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief,
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When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
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Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
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Keeping some gold

Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA

What art thou there? speak.
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A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
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For showing me again the eyes of man!
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What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
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That art thyself a man?
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I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
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For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
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That I might love thee something.
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I know thee well;
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But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
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I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
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I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
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With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
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Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
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Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
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Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
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For all her cherubim look.
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Thy lips rot off!
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I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
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To thine own lips again.
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How came the noble Timon to this change?
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As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
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But then renew I could not, like the moon;
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There were no suns to borrow of.
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Noble Timon,
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What friendship may I do thee?
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None, but to
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Maintain my opinion.
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What is it, Timon?
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Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
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wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art
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a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for
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thou art a man!
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I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
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Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
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I see them now; then was a blessed time.
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As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.
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Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world
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Voiced so regardfully?
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Art thou Timandra?
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Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;
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Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.
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Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves
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For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth
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To the tub-fast and the diet.
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Hang thee, monster!
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Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits
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Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
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I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
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The want whereof doth daily make revolt
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In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved,
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How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
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Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
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But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--
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I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
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I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
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How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
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I had rather be alone.
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Why, fare thee well:
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Here is some gold for thee.
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Keep it, I cannot eat it.
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When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--
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Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
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Ay, Timon, and have cause.
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The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
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And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
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Why me, Timon?
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That, by killing of villains,
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Thou wast born to conquer my country.
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Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on;
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Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
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Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison
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In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
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Pity not honour'd age for his white beard;
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He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron;
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It is her habit only that is honest,
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Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek
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Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
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That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
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Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
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But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe,
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Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
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Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
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Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
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And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
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Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes;
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Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
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Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
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Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay soldiers:
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Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
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Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.
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Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
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givest me,
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Not all thy counsel.
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Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
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upon thee!
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Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
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Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
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And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
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Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
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Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear
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Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
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The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths,
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I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still;
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And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
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Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
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Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
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And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,
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Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs
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With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,
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No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;
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Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
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A pox of wrinkles!
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Well, more gold: what then?
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Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
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Consumptions sow
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In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
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And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
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That he may never more false title plead,
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Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen,
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That scolds against the quality of flesh,
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And not believes himself: down with the nose,
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Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
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Of him that, his particular to foresee,
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Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
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ruffians bald;
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And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
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Derive some pain from you: plague all;
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That your activity may defeat and quell
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The source of all erection. There's more gold:
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Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
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And ditches grave you all!
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More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
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More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
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Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
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If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
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If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
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I never did thee harm.
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Yes, thou spokest well of me.
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Call'st thou that harm?
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Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
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Thy beagles with thee.
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We but offend him. Strike!
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That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
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Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
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Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
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Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
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Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
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Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
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The gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm,
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With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven
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Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
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Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
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From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
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Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
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Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
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Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
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Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
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Hath to the marbled mansion all above
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Never presented!--O, a root,--dear thanks!--
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Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
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Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
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And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
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That from it all consideration slips!
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More man? plague, plague!
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I was directed hither: men report
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Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
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'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
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Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!
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This is in thee a nature but infected;
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A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
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From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place?
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This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
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Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
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Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot
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That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
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By putting on the cunning of a carper.
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Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
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By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
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And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
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Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
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And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
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Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome
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To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just
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That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
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Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness.
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Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
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Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
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A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st
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That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
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Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees,
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That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
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And skip where thou point'st out? will the
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cold brook,
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Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
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To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures
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Whose naked natures live in an the spite
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Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
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To the conflicting elements exposed,
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Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
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O, thou shalt find--
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A fool of thee: depart.
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I love thee better now than e'er I did.
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I hate thee worse.
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Thou flatter'st misery.
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I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.
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Why dost thou seek me out?
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To vex thee.
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Always a villain's office or a fool's.
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Dost please thyself in't?
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What! a knave too?
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If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
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To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
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Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,
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Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
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Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before:
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The one is filling still, never complete;
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The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,
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Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
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Worse than the worst, content.
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Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
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Not by his breath that is more miserable.
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Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
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With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
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Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
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The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
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To such as may the passive drugs of it
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Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
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In general riot; melted down thy youth
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In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
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The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
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The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
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Who had the world as my confectionary,
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The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
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At duty, more than I could frame employment,
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That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
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Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
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Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
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For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
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That never knew but better, is some burden:
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Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
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Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men?
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They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
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If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
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Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
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To some she beggar and compounded thee
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Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
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If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
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Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
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Art thou proud yet?
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Ay, that I am not thee.
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I, that I was
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No prodigal.
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I, that I am one now:
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Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
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I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
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That the whole life of Athens were in this!
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Thus would I eat it.
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Eating a root

Here; I will mend thy feast.
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Offering him a root

First mend my company, take away thyself.
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So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.
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'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
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if not, I would it were.
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What wouldst thou have to Athens?
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Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
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Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
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Here is no use for gold.
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The best and truest;
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For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
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Where liest o' nights, Timon?
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Under that's above me.
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Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
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Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
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Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
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Where wouldst thou send it?
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To sauce thy dishes.
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The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
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extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt
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and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much
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curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art
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despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for
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thee, eat it.
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On what I hate I feed not.
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Dost hate a medlar?
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Ay, though it look like thee.
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An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
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have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
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ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
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Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
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ever know beloved?
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I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
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What things in the world canst thou nearest compare
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to thy flatterers?
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Women nearest; but men, men are the things
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themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
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Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
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Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
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Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
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men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
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Ay, Timon.
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A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'
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attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would
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beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would
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eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would
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suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by
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the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would
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torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a
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breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy
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greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst
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hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the
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unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and
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make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert
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thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse:
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wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the
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leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to
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the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
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thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy
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defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that
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were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art
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thou already, that seest not thy loss in
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If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou
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mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of
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Athens is become a forest of beasts.
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How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
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Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of
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company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it
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and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll
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see thee again.
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When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
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welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
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Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
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Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
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A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
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All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
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There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
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If I name thee.
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I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
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I would my tongue could rot them off!
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Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
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Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
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I swound to see thee.
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Would thou wouldst burst!
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Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
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A stone by thee.
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Throws a stone at him




Rogue, rogue, rogue!
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I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
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But even the mere necessities upon 't.
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Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
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Lie where the light foam the sea may beat
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Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,
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That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
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O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
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'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
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Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
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Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
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Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
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That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
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That solder'st close impossibilities,
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And makest them kiss! that speak'st with
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every tongue,
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To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!
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Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
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Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
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May have the world in empire!
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Would 'twere so!
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But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:
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Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
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Throng'd to!
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Thy back, I prithee.
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Live, and love thy misery.
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Long live so, and so die.
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I am quit.
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Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
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Enter Banditti

First Bandit
Where should he have this gold? It is some poor
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fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the
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mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his
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friends, drove him into this melancholy.
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Second Bandit
It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.
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Third Bandit
Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not
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for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
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reserve it, how shall's get it?
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Second Bandit
True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
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First Bandit
Is not this he?
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Second Bandit
'Tis his description.
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Third Bandit
He; I know him.
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Save thee, Timon.
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Now, thieves?
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Soldiers, not thieves.
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Both too; and women's sons.
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We are not thieves, but men that much do want.
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Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
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Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
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Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
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The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips;
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The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
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Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
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First Bandit
We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
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As beasts and birds and fishes.
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Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
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You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
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That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not
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In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
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In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
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Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,
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Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
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And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
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His antidotes are poison, and he slays
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Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
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Do villany, do, since you protest to do't,
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Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery.
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The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
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Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
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And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
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The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
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The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
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That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
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From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
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The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
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Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away,
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Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats:
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All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
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Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
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But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this
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I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.
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Third Bandit
Has almost charmed me from my profession, by
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persuading me to it.
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First Bandit
'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises
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us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
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Second Bandit
I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.
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First Bandit
Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time
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so miserable but a man may be true.
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Exeunt Banditti


O you gods!
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Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
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Full of decay and failing? O monument
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And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
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What an alteration of honour
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Has desperate want made!
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What viler thing upon the earth than friends
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Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!
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How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
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When man was wish'd to love his enemies!
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Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
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Those that would mischief me than those that do!
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Has caught me in his eye: I will present
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My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,
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Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
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Away! what art thou?
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Have you forgot me, sir?
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Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
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Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
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An honest poor servant of yours.
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Then I know thee not:
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I never had honest man about me, I; all
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I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
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The gods are witness,
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Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
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For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
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What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
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love thee,
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Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
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Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give
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But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping:
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Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
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I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
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To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts
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To entertain me as your steward still.
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Had I a steward
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So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
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It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
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Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
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Was born of woman.
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Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
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You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
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One honest man--mistake me not--but one;
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No more, I pray,--and he's a steward.
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How fain would I have hated all mankind!
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And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee,
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I fell with curses.
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Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
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For, by oppressing and betraying me,
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Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
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For many so arrive at second masters,
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Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true--
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For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure--
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Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
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If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
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Expecting in return twenty for one?
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No, my most worthy master; in whose breast
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Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:
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You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:
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Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
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That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
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Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
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Care of your food and living; and, believe it,
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My most honour'd lord,
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For any benefit that points to me,
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Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
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For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
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To requite me, by making rich yourself.
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Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
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Here, take: the gods out of my misery
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Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;
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But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;
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Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
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But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,
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Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs
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What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
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Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like
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blasted woods,
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And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
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And so farewell and thrive.
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O, let me stay,
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And comfort you, my master.
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If thou hatest curses,
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Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
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Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
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Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave

Act V

Act 5 of Timon of Athens begins with the appearance of Alcibiades, who is leading an army against Athens. He is met by Timon, who urges him to spare the innocent people of Athens and focus his wrath only on those who have wronged him. Alcibiades agrees and heads towards the city with his army.

Meanwhile, in Athens, the senators are discussing what to do about Timon, who has returned to the city and is causing chaos. They decide to send the newly appointed senator, Lucius, to talk to Timon and try to reason with him. Lucius meets Timon and tries to persuade him to calm down and stop his destructive behavior, but Timon refuses to listen and instead curses the city and all its inhabitants.

As the two men argue, they are interrupted by the arrival of Alcibiades and his army, who have just conquered the city. Alcibiades demands to know who is responsible for the wrongs done to him and Timon steps forward to take the blame. However, Alcibiades sees through Timon's charade and realizes that he is simply seeking revenge for the wrongs he has suffered.

At this point, the other senators also come forward and plead for mercy, saying that they were not responsible for the actions of the few who wronged Alcibiades. Alcibiades eventually agrees to spare the city, but only on the condition that Timon is put to death. The play ends with Timon's death and Alcibiades promising to rule Athens with justice and compassion.

SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon's cave.

The scene opens with two senators discussing the state of Athens. They talk about the war with Alcibiades and how the city is in a state of chaos. One senator suggests that they should reach out to Timon, a wealthy man who had previously helped the city, for assistance. However, the other senator is skeptical, believing that Timon has become bitter and misanthropic.

As they continue to talk, Timon enters the scene, dressed in rags and carrying a spade. The senators are shocked by his appearance and ask him what happened. Timon reveals that he has lost all of his wealth and has become a hermit, living in the woods outside of Athens. He curses the city and all of its inhabitants, calling them greedy and deceitful.

Despite his bitterness, the senators plead with Timon to help them save Athens from Alcibiades. Timon refuses, telling them that he will not lift a finger to help a city that has betrayed him. He then leaves the scene, still cursing the city and its people.

This scene highlights the themes of betrayal and revenge that run throughout the play. Timon, who was once a wealthy and generous man, has been completely broken by the greed and deceit of those around him. He refuses to help the city that has betrayed him and instead seeks revenge by cursing it and its inhabitants. The senators, who represent the corrupt political system of Athens, are desperate for Timon's help but are ultimately unable to convince him to assist them.

Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON watching them from his cave

As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where
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he abides.
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What's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold
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for true, that he's so full of gold?
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Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and
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Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor
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straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said
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he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
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Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
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Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens
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again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore
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'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this
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supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in
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us; and is very likely to load our purposes with
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what they travail for, if it be a just true report
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that goes of his having.
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What have you now to present unto him?
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Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will
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promise him an excellent piece.
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I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent
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that's coming toward him.
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Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the
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time: it opens the eyes of expectation:
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performance is ever the duller for his act; and,
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but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the
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deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is
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most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind
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of will or testament which argues a great sickness
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in his judgment that makes it.
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TIMON comes from his cave, behind

(Aside) Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
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man so bad as is thyself.
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I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for
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him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire
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against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery
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of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.
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(Aside) Must thou needs stand for a villain in
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thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in
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other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
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Nay, let's seek him:
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Then do we sin against our own estate,
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When we may profit meet, and come too late.
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When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
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Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
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(Aside) I'll meet you at the turn. What a
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god's gold,
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That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
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Than where swine feed!
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'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,
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Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
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To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
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Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey!
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Fit I meet them.
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Coming forward

Hail, worthy Timon!
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Our late noble master!
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Have I once lived to see two honest men?
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Having often of your open bounty tasted,
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Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
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Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!--
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Not all the whips of heaven are large enough:
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What! to you,
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Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
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To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover
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The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
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With any size of words.
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Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
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You that are honest, by being what you are,
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Make them best seen and known.
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He and myself
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Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
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And sweetly felt it.
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Ay, you are honest men.
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We are hither come to offer you our service.
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Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
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Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
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What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
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Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
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I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.
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So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
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Came not my friend nor I.
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Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
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Best in all Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the best;
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Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
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So, so, my lord.
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E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
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Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
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That thou art even natural in thine art.
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But, for all this, my honest-natured friends,
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I must needs say you have a little fault:
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Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
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You take much pains to mend.
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Beseech your honour
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To make it known to us.
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You'll take it ill.
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Most thankfully, my lord.
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Will you, indeed?
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Doubt it not, worthy lord.
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There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
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That mightily deceives you.
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Do we, my lord?
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Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
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Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
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Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured
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That he's a made-up villain.
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I know none such, my lord.
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Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
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Rid me these villains from your companies:
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Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
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Confound them by some course, and come to me,
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I'll give you gold enough.
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Name them, my lord, let's know them.
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You that way and you this, but two in company;
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Each man apart, all single and alone,
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Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
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If where thou art two villains shall not be,
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Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside
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But where one villain is, then him abandon.
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Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
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You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
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You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
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Out, rascal dogs!
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Beats them out, and then retires to his cave

Enter FLAVIUS and two Senators

It is in vain that you would speak with Timon;
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For he is set so only to himself
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That nothing but himself which looks like man
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Is friendly with him.
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First Senator
Bring us to his cave:
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It is our part and promise to the Athenians
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To speak with Timon.
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Second Senator
At all times alike
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Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs
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That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand,
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Offering the fortunes of his former days,
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The former man may make him. Bring us to him,
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And chance it as it may.
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Here is his cave.
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Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon!
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Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians,
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By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:
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Speak to them, noble Timon.
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TIMON comes from his cave

Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
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be hang'd:
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For each true word, a blister! and each false
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Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
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Consuming it with speaking!
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First Senator
Worthy Timon,--
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Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
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First Senator
The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
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I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
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Could I but catch it for them.
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First Senator
O, forget
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What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
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The senators with one consent of love
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Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
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On special dignities, which vacant lie
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For thy best use and wearing.
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Second Senator
They confess
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Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
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Which now the public body, which doth seldom
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Play the recanter, feeling in itself
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A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
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Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;
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And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,
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Together with a recompense more fruitful
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Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
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Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth
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As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs
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And write in thee the figures of their love,
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Ever to read them thine.
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You witch me in it;
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Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
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Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes,
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And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
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First Senator
Therefore, so please thee to return with us
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And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
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The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
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Allow'd with absolute power and thy good name
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Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back
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Of Alcibiades the approaches wild,
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Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
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His country's peace.
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Second Senator
And shakes his threatening sword
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Against the walls of Athens.
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First Senator
Therefore, Timon,--
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Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
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If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
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Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
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That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,
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And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
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Giving our holy virgins to the stain
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Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war,
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Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
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In pity of our aged and our youth,
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I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
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And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
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While you have throats to answer: for myself,
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There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
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But I do prize it at my love before
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The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
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To the protection of the prosperous gods,
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As thieves to keepers.
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Stay not, all's in vain.
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Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
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it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
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Of health and living now begins to mend,
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And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
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Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
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And last so long enough!
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First Senator
We speak in vain.
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But yet I love my country, and am not
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One that rejoices in the common wreck,
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As common bruit doth put it.
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First Senator
That's well spoke.
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Commend me to my loving countrymen,--
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First Senator
These words become your lips as they pass
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thorough them.
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Second Senator
And enter in our ears like great triumphers
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In their applauding gates.
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Commend me to them,
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And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
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Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
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Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
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That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
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In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
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I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
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First Senator
I like this well; he will return again.
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I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
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That mine own use invites me to cut down,
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And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
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Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
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From high to low throughout, that whoso please
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To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
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Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
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And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
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Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
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Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
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Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
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Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
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Who once a day with his embossed froth
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The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,
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And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
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Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
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What is amiss plague and infection mend!
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Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
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Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
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Retires to his cave

First Senator
His discontents are unremoveably
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Coupled to nature.
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Second Senator
Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
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And strain what other means is left unto us
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In our dear peril.
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First Senator
It requires swift foot.
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SCENE II. Before the walls of Athens.

Scene 2 of Act 5 of the play opens with Flavius, Timon's loyal steward, lamenting the downfall of his master, who has become a misanthrope and fled Athens. He is joined by two senators who have come to plead with Timon to return and help the city in its time of need.

However, they soon discover that Timon has died, and they instead find his grave. The senators comment on the irony of Timon's fate, as he had once been a wealthy and generous man, but had been betrayed by those he had trusted.

As they stand at Timon's grave, they are approached by Alcibiades, a former ally of Timon's who had also been wronged by the people of Athens. Alcibiades has returned with an army to seek revenge, but upon seeing Timon's grave, he is moved to reflect on the nature of loyalty and friendship.

He delivers a powerful soliloquy, declaring that he will spare the innocent people of Athens but will punish those who have wronged him and Timon. He then departs with his army, leaving the senators to reflect on the lessons they have learned from Timon's tragic story.

Enter two Senators and a Messenger

First Senator
Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
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As full as thy report?
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have spoke the least:
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Besides, his expedition promises
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Present approach.
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Second Senator
We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
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I met a courier, one mine ancient friend;
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Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
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Yet our old love made a particular force,
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And made us speak like friends: this man was riding
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From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
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With letters of entreaty, which imported
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His fellowship i' the cause against your city,
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In part for his sake moved.
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First Senator
Here come our brothers.
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Enter the Senators from TIMON

Third Senator
No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
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The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
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Doth choke the air with dust: in, and prepare:
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Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.
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SCENE III. The woods. Timon's cave, and a rude tomb seen.

Scene 3 of Act 5 in Timon of Athens begins with Timon digging for roots, lamenting his current state of poverty and isolation. He has abandoned society and has become a hermit, living in a cave and surviving on the roots he digs up. As he continues to dig, he discovers a stash of gold, hidden by robbers. He initially curses the gold, as he believes it has brought nothing but misery to his life, but then decides to use it to seek revenge on those who have wronged him.

Timon then encounters Alcibiades, a former friend who has become a powerful general. Alcibiades is leading a rebellion against the city, angered by the corrupt leadership and mistreatment of the citizens. Timon urges Alcibiades to continue his rebellion and offers him the gold as a means of funding his army. Alcibiades accepts the gold and Timon's offer to join him in seeking revenge.

Together, they march towards the city, with Timon leading the way. Along the way, they encounter various characters who have wronged Timon in the past. Timon curses them and Alcibiades orders their execution. Finally, they reach the city gates and demand entrance. The city leaders, fearing their wrath, allow them to enter and beg for mercy. Timon and Alcibiades refuse to show mercy and order the city to be destroyed.

The scene ends with Timon alone, having accomplished his revenge but still bitter and unfulfilled. He curses the world and dies, alone and forgotten.

Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON

By all description this should be the place.
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Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this?
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Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span:
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Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man.
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Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb
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I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax:
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Our captain hath in every figure skill,
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An aged interpreter, though young in days:
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Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
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Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
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SCENE IV. Before the walls of Athens.

Scene 4 of Act 5 of Timon of Athens sees two friends of Timon, Alcibiades and Flavius, meeting in the woods. Alcibiades is on his way to attack Athens, while Flavius is wandering aimlessly. Alcibiades asks Flavius why he is in the woods, and Flavius tells him that he has been banished from Athens along with Timon. Flavius explains that Timon has become a hermit and now lives in a cave, refusing to speak to anyone.

Alcibiades is surprised to hear this, as he had always known Timon as a generous and loyal friend. Flavius tells him that Timon's generosity had been taken advantage of by his supposed friends, who had all abandoned him when he ran out of money. Timon had then turned on all of them, cursing them and swearing revenge.

Alcibiades sympathizes with Timon's plight and decides to go to the cave to try and reason with him. Flavius warns him that Timon is in a dark place and may not respond well to visitors. Alcibiades insists, however, and sets off towards the cave.

The scene highlights the theme of betrayal, as Timon's supposed friends have all abandoned him in his time of need. It also shows the consequences of greed and excess, as Timon's generosity had led to his downfall. Finally, it emphasizes the importance of true friendship and loyalty, as Alcibiades is willing to risk his life to try and help his friend in need.

Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his powers

Sound to this coward and lascivious town
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Our terrible approach.
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Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time
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With all licentious measure, making your wills
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The scope of justice; till now myself and such
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As slept within the shadow of your power
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Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed
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Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush,
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When crouching marrow in the bearer strong
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Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong
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Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
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And pursy insolence shall break his wind
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With fear and horrid flight.
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First Senator
Noble and young,
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When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
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Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,
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We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm,
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To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
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Above their quantity.
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Second Senator
So did we woo
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Transformed Timon to our city's love
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By humble message and by promised means:
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We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
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The common stroke of war.
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First Senator
These walls of ours
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Were not erected by their hands from whom
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You have received your griefs; nor are they such
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That these great towers, trophies and schools
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should fall
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For private faults in them.
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Second Senator
Nor are they living
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Who were the motives that you first went out;
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Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess
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Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
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Into our city with thy banners spread:
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By decimation, and a tithed death--
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If thy revenges hunger for that food
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Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth,
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And by the hazard of the spotted die
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Let die the spotted.
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First Senator
All have not offended;
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For those that were, it is not square to take
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On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
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Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
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Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
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Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin
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Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
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With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
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Approach the fold and cull the infected forth,
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But kill not all together.
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Second Senator
What thou wilt,
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Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
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Than hew to't with thy sword.
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First Senator
Set but thy foot
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Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope;
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So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
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To say thou'lt enter friendly.
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Second Senator
Throw thy glove,
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Or any token of thine honour else,
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That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress
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And not as our confusion, all thy powers
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Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
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Have seal'd thy full desire.
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Then there's my glove;
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Descend, and open your uncharged ports:
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Those enemies of Timon's and mine own
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Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof
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Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears
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With my more noble meaning, not a man
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Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
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Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
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But shall be render'd to your public laws
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At heaviest answer.
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'Tis most nobly spoken.
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Descend, and keep your words.
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The Senators descend, and open the gates

Enter Soldier

My noble general, Timon is dead;
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Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea;
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And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
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With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
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Interprets for my poor ignorance.
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(Reads the epitaph) 'Here lies a
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wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
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Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
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caitiffs left!
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Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
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Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay
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not here thy gait.'
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These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
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Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs,
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Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our
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droplets which
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From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
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Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
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On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
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Is noble Timon: of whose memory
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Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
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And I will use the olive with my sword,
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Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each
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Prescribe to other as each other's leech.
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Let our drums strike.
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