performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. Tim. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself. Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him. It must be a personating of himself: a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so; I have gold for thee. Poet. Nay, let's seek him: Then do we sin against our own estate, When the day serves, before black-cornered night, Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worshipped in a baser temple Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam; Settlest admiréd reverence in a slave: Poet. Hail, worthy Timon! [Advancing. Our late noble master. Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Poet. Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Whose starlike nobleness gave life and influence Tim. Let it go naked; men may see 't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen and known. Rid me these villains from your companies: Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough. Both. Name them, my lord; let's know them. Tim. You that way, and you this; but two in company: Each man apart, all single and alone, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. If where thou art two villains shall not be, [To the Painter. Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.— Hence! pack! there's gold; ye came for gold, ye slaves: Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon; Tim. You witch me in it; Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up 2nd Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. 2nd Sen. I like this well; he will return again. Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him. Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beachéd verge of the salt flood; Which once a day with his embosséd froth The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And let my gravestone be your oracle.— Lips, let sour words go by, and language end: What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works; and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. [Exit TIMON. 1st Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature. 2nd Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON. Sol. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho!-No answer?-What is this? Timon is dead, who hath outstretched his span: Some beast reared this; there does not live a man. Dead, sure; and this his grave.— What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character Our captain hath in every figure skill; SCENE V.-Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces. Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A parley sounded. Enter Senators, on the walls. Till now you have gone on, and filled the time Our sufferance vainly now the time is flush, 1st Sen. Noble and young, Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope; That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Alcib. Then there's my glove: Descend, and open your unchargéd ports. Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more: and (to atone your fears With my more noble meaning) not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, |