You that are honeft, by being what you are, Pain. He, and myself, Have travell'd in the great fhower of your gifts, Tim. Ay, you're honeft men. Pain. We're hither come to offer you our fervice. Tim. Most honeft men! why, how fhall I requite you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you fervice. Tim. Y'are honeft men ; you've heard, that I have gold; I'm fure, you have; fpeak truth, y'are honeft men. Pain. So it is faid, my noble Lord, but therefore Came not my friend, nor I. Tim. Good honeft man; thou draw’st a counterfeit Best in all Athens; thou'rt, indeed, the beft; Thou counterfeit'ft moft lively. Pain. So, fo, my Lord. Tim. E'en fo, Sir, as I fay-And for thy fiction, Why, thy verfe fwells with stuff fo fine and fmooth, That thou art even natural in thine art. But for all this, my honeft-natur'd friends, Beth. Befeech your honour To make it known to us. Tim, You'll take it ill. Both. Moft thankfully, my Lord. Tim. Will you, indeed? Both. Doubt it not, worthy Lord. Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you. Both. Do we, my Lord? Tin. Ay, and you hear him cogg, fee him diffemble, Know his grofs Patchery, love him, and feed him; ftroufnefs of it with any Size of Words; to which Timor, as I have rectified the Pointing, very aptly replies; Let it go naked Men may fee't the better. Keep in your bofom, yet remain affur'd, Pain. I know none fuch, my Lord. Poet. Nor I. Tim. Look you, I love you well, I'll give you gold, Rid me these villains from your companies; Hang them, or ftab them, drown them in a draught, Both. Name them, my Lord, let's know them. company: Each man apart, all fingle and alone, but two in Yet an arch villain keeps him company. [To the Painter. Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not refide [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon. Out, rafcal dogs! [Beating, and driving 'em out. Enter Flavius and two Senators. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon : For he is fet fo only to himself, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Is friendly with him. 1 Sen. Bring us to his cave. It is our part and promife to th' Athenians To fpeak with Timon. 1 Sen. At all times alike Men are not still the fame; 'twas time and griefs That fram'd him thus. Time, with his fairer hand Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him; bring us to him, And chance it as it may. Flav. Here is his cave: Peace and content be here, Lord Timen! Timon! Look Look out, and fpeak to friends, th' Athenians Enter Timon out of his cave. Tim. Thou fun, that comfort'ft, burn!- For each true word a blifter, and each false 1 Sen. Worthy Timon, Tim. Of none but fuch as you, and you of Timon. 2 Sen. The fenators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them. And would fend them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen. O, forget What we are forry for ourfelves, in thec: Intreat thee back to Athens; who have thought For thy beft ufe and wearing. 2 Sen. They confefs Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, grofs: A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Tim. You witch me in it, Surprize me to the very brink of tears: And And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up 2 Sen. And thakes his threatning sword Against the walls of Athens. 1 Sen. Therefore, Timon Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir; thus If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. If he fack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by th' beards, Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain'd war; I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not. But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend't throat in Athens. So I leave you Flav. Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, It will be feen to-morrow. My long fickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live till: And laft fo long enough! 1 Sen. We speak in vain. Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common bruit doth put it. 1 Sen. That's well spoke. Tim Commend me to my loving countrymen. 1 Sen. These words become your lips, as they pafs thro' them. 2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim. Commend me to them, And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, In life's uncertain voyage, I will do Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. his nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, And ftrain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. 1 Sen. It requires fwift foot. [Exeunt SCENE |