Timon of Athens eText - Act III

Act III

Act III, Scene 1

Act III.
Scene I. Athens. A Room in LUCULLUS' House.

[FLAMINIUS waiting.]

[Enter a SERVANT to him.]

SERVANT.
I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.

FLAMINIUS.
I thank you, sir.

[Enter LUCULLUS.]

SERVANT.
Here's my lord.

LUCULLUS.
[Aside.] One of Lord Timon's men! a gift, I warrant. Why, this
hits right; I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer to-night.
Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively
welcome, sir. Fill me some wine.

[Exit SERVANT.]

And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted
gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?

FLAMINIUS.
His health is well, sir.

LUCULLUS.
I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what
hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

FLAMINIUS.
Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which in my lord's
behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having
great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to
your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present
assistance therein.

LUCULLIUS.
La, la, la, la! 'Nothing doubting,' says he? Alas, good
lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a
house. Many a time and often I ha' dined with him, and told him
on't; and come again to supper to him, of purpose to have him
spend less; and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha'
told him on't, but I could ne'er get him from it.

[Re-enter SERVANT with wine.]

SERVANT.
Please your lordship, here is the wine.

LUCULLUS.
Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

FLAMINIUS.
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

LUCULLUS.
I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit,
give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and
canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in
thee. [To SERVANT.]--Get you gone, sirrah.--

[Exit SERVANT.]

Draw nearer, honest Flaminius.Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman;
but thou art wise, and thou know'st well enough, although thou
comest to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
bare friendship without security. Here's three solidares for
thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee
well.

FLAMINIUS.
Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee.

[Throwing the money away.]

LUCULLUS.
Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

[Exit.]

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

[Exit.]

Act III, Scene 2

Scene II. A Public Place.

[Enter Lucius, with three STRANGERS.]

LUCIUS.
Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an
honourable gentleman.

FIRST STRANGER.
We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But
I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common
rumours: now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.

LUCIUS.
Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

SECOND STRANGER.
But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men
was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay, urged
extremely for't, and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet
was denied.

LUCIUS.
How!

SECOND STRANGER.
I tell you, denied, my lord.

LUCIUS.
What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, I am
ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! there was very little
honour showed in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have
received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels,
and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he
mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his
occasion so many talents.

[Enter SERVILIUS.]

SERVILIUS.
See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see
his honour. [To LUCIUS.] My honoured lord!

LUCIUS.
Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: commend
me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

SERVILIUS.
May it please your honour, my lord hath sent--

LUCIUS.
Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord;
he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what
has he sent now?

SERVILIUS.
Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many
talents.

LUCIUS.
I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

SERVILIUS.
But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.

LUCIUS.
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

SERVILIUS.
Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

LUCIUS.
What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such
a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! how
unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for
a little part, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now,
before the gods, I am not able to do; the more beast, I say; I
was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can
witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it
now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope his
honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power
to be kin: and tell him this from me, I count it one of my
greatest afflictions say, that I cannot pleasure such an
honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far
as to use mine own words to him?

SERVILIUS.
Yes, sir, I shall.

LUCIUS.
I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.

[Exit SERVILIUS.]

True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.

[Exit.]

FIRST STRANGER.
Do you observe this, Hostilius?

SECOND STRANGER.
Ay, too well.

FIRST STRANGER.
Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse,
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages: He ne'er drinks
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet, O! see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape,
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.

THIRD STRANGER.
Religion groans at it.

FIRST STRANGER.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend; yet I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart. But, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

[Exeunt.]

Act III, Scene 3

Scene III. The Same. A Room in SEMPRONIUS' House.

[Enter SEMPRONIUS and a SERVANT of TIMON'S.]

SEMPRONIUS.
Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum! 'bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.

SERVANT.
My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have all denied him.

SEMPRONIUS.
How! have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? Hum!
It shows but little love or judgment in him:
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrice give him over; must I take the cure upon me?
Has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my place. I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.

[Exit.]

SERVANT.
Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil
knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crossed
himself by't: and I cannot think but, in the end the villainies
of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear
foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under
hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire:
Of such a nature is his politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master:
And this is all a liberal course allows:
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

[Exit.]

Act III, Scene 4

Scene IV. A hall in TIMON'S House.

[Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting
TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants to TIMON's Creditors,
waiting his coming out.]

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

TITUS.
The like to you, kind Varro.

HORTENSIUS.
Lucius! What! do we meet together!

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Ay, and I think one business does command us all; for mine is
money.

TITUS.
So is theirs and ours.

[Enter PHILOTUS.]

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
And Sir Philotus too!

PHILOTUS.
Good day at once.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Wlcome, good brother.
What do you think the hour?

PHILOTUS.
Labouring for nine.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
So much?

PHILOTUS.
Is not my lord seen yet?

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Not yet.

PHILOTUS.
I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's, but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear,
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

PHILOTUS.
I am of your fear for that.

TITUS.
I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.

HORTENSIUS.
Most true, he does.

TITUS.
And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

HORTENSIUS.
It is against my heart.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Mark, how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

HORTENSIUS.
I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours?

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Five thousand mine.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.

[Enter FLAMINIUS.]

TITUS.
One of Lord Timon's men.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to
come forth?

FLAMINIUS.
No, indeed, he is not.

TITUS.
We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

FLAMINIUS.
I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.

[Exit FLAMINUS.]

[Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled.]

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.

TITUS.
Do you hear, sir?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT.
By your leave, sir.

FLAVIUS.
What do you ask of me, my friend?

TITUS.
We wait for certain money here, sir.

FLAVIUS.
Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly:
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS.
If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves.

[Exit.]

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT.
No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can
speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such
may rail against great buildings.

[Enter SERVILIUS.]

TITUS.
O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.

SERVILIUS.
If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other
hour, I should derive much from't; for, take't of my soul, my
lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has
forsook him; he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

SERVILIUS.
Good gods!

TITUS.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.

FLAMINIUS.
[Within.] Servilius, help! my lord! my lord!

[Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following.]

TIMON.
What! are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Put in now, Titus.

TITUS.
My lord, here is my bill.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Here's mine.

HORTENSIUS.
And mine, my lord.

BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS.
And ours, my lord.

PHILOTUS.
All our bills.

TIMON.
Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Alas, my lord--

TIMON.
Cut my heart in sums.

TITUS.
Mine, fifty talents.

TIMON.
Tell out my blood.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.

TIMON.
Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours?

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
My lord--

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT.
My lord--

TIMON.
Tear me, take me; and the gods fall upon you!

[Exit.]

HORTENSIUS.
Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their
money: these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a
madman owes 'em.

[Exeunt.]

[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.]

TIMON.
They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!

FLAVIUS.
My dear lord--

TIMON.
What if it should be so?

FLAMINIUS.
My lord--

TIMON.
I'll have it so. My steward!

FLAVIUS.
Here, my lord.

TIMON.
So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again:
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.

FLAVIUS.
O my lord!
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.

TIMON.
Be it not in thy care: go.
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

[Exeunt.]

Act III, Scene 5

Scene V. The Same. The Senate House. The Senate Sitting.

FIRST SENATOR.
My lord, you have my voice to it: the fault's
Bloody. 'tis necessary he should die;
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

SECOND SENATOR.
Most true; the law shall bruise him.

[Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.]

ALCIBIADES.
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!

FIRST SENATOR.
Now, captain.

ALCIBIADES.
I am a humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge into't.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice,--
An honour in him which buys out his fault,--
But, with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe;
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

FIRST SENATOR.
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, and set
Quarrelling upon the head of valour; which indeed
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born.
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
his outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly,
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

ALCIBIADES.
My lord,--

FIRST SENATOR.
You cannot make gross sins look clear;
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

ALCIBIADES.
My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threats? sleep upon't,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why, then, women are more valiant
That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords!
As you are great, be pitifully good:
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger is impiety;
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

SECOND SENATOR.
You breathe in vain.

ALCIBIADES.
In vain! his service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

FIRST SENATOR.
What's that?

ALCIBIADES.
I say, my lords, has done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies.
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

SECOND SENATOR.
He has made too much plenty with 'em;
He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often
Drowns him and takes his valour prisoner;
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him; in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages
And cherish factions; 'tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

FIRST SENATOR.
He dies.

ALCIBIADES.
Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,--
Though his right arm might purchase his own time,
And be in debt to none,--yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both;
And, for I know your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

FIRST SENATOR.
We are for law; he dies: urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

ALCIBIADES.
Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.

SECOND SENATOR.
How!

ALCIBIADES.
Call me to your remembrances.

THIRD SENATOR.
What!

ALCIBIADES.
I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be I should prove so base,
To sue, and be denied such common grace.
My wounds ache at you.

FIRST SENATOR.
Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee for ever.

ALCIBIADES.
Banish me!
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the Senate ugly.

FIRST SENATOR.
If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.

[Exeunt SENATORS.]

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

[Exit.]

Act III, Scene 6

Scene VI. A room of State in TIMON'S House.

[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.

SECOND LORD.
I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
did but try us this other day.

FIRST LORD.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we encountered:
I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial
of his several friends.

SECOND LORD.
It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

FIRST LORD.
I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest inviting,
which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath
conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.

SECOND LORD.
In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he
would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of
me, that my provision was out.

FIRST LORD.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.

SECOND LORD.
Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed you?

FIRST LORD.
A thousand pieces.

SECOND LORD.
A thousand pieces!

FIRST LORD.
What of you?

SECOND LORD.
He sent to me, sir--here he comes.

[Enter TIMON and Attendants.]

TIMON.
With all my heart, gentlemen both; And how fare you?

FIRST LORD.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.

SECOND LORD.
The swallow follows not summer more willing than we
your lordship.

TIMON. [Aside.]
Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds
are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long
stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so
harshly o' the trumpet's sound; we shall to't presently.

FIRST LORD.
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that
I return'd you an empty messenger.

TIMON.
O! sir, let it not trouble you.

SECOND LORD.
My noble lord,--

TIMON.
Ah! my good friend, what cheer?

SECOND LORD.
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that
when your lordship this other day sent to me I was so
unfortunate a beggar.

TIMON.
Think not on't, sir.

SECOND LORD.
If you had sent but two hours before,--

TIMON.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.

[The banquet brought in.]

Come, bring in all together.

SECOND LORD.
All covered dishes!

FIRST LORD.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.

THIRD LORD.
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.

FIRST LORD.
How do you? What's the news?

THIRD LORD.
Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?

FIRST AND SECOND LORDS.
Alcibiades banished!

THIRD LORD.
'Tis so, be sure of it.

FIRST LORD.
How? how?

SECOND LORD.
I pray you, upon what?

TIMON.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?

THIRD LORD.
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.

SECOND LORD.
This is the old man still.

THIRD LORD.
Will't hold? will't hold?

SECOND LORD.
It does; but time will--and so--

THIRD LORD.
I do conceive.

TIMON.
Each man to his stool with that spur as he would to the lip
of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not
a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon
the first place: sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.--
You great benefactors sprinkle our society with thankfulness.
For your own gifts make yourselves praised: but reserve still to
give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough,
that one need not lend to another; for, were your god--heads to
borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be
beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of
twenty be without a score of villains: if there sit twelve women
at the table, let a dozen of them be as they are. The rest of
your foes, O gods! the senators of Athens, together with the
common lag of people, what is amiss in them, you gods, make
suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they
are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are
they welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.

[The dishes uncovered are full of warm water.]

SOME SPEAK.
What does his lordship mean?

SOME OTHER.
I know not.

TIMON.
May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke and lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

[Throwing the water in their faces.]

Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
Soft! take thy physic first,--thou too,--and thou;--
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.

[Throws the dishes at them.]

What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn, house! sink Athens! henceforth hated be
Of Timon man and all humanity!

[Exit.]

[Re-enter the LORDS, SENATORS, and &c.]

FIRST LORD.
How now, my lords!

SECOND LORD.
Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

THIRD LORD.
Push! did you see my cap?

FOURTH LORD.
I have lost my gown.

FIRST LORD.
He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.
He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat it out of
my hat: did you see my jewel?

THIRD LORD.
Did you see my cap?

SECOND LORD.
Here 'tis.

FOURTH LORD.
Here lies my gown.

FIRST LORD.
Let's make no stay.

SECOND LORD.
Lord Timon's mad.

THIRD LORD.
I feel't upon my bones.

FOURTH LORD.
One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.

[Exeunt.]