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TIMON OF ATHENS.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1670, and
was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, called Timon's Toreer. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that ex. quisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiades, knowu as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iatrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. I's relative merits, as to action and coustruction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art ; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery but not friendship."
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. TIMON, a noble Athenian.
Two SERVANTS of VARRO, and the SERVANT Lucius,
of ISI DORE ; two of T'imon's Cre. Lords, and Flatterers of LUCULLUS,
CUPID, and MASKERS.
POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT. ALCIBJADES, an Athenian General.
| AN OLD ATHANIAN. FLAVIUS, Sterard to Timon.
A PAGE. FLAVINIUS,
A FOOL. LUCILIUS,
Timon's Servants. SERVILIUS,
PHRYNIA, Mistresses to Alcibiades. CAPHIS,
Serrants to Timon's CrediTITUS, tors.
Other Lords, Senators, officers, Soldiers, LUCIUS,
Thiercs, and Attendants. HORTENSIUS,
SCENE: Athens; and the Woods adjoining.
Mer. o pray let's see't: For the lord Timon
Jew. If he would touch the estimate : But, for SCENE 1.-Athens.-A Hall in Timon's
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd
the vile, Enter Post,PAIKTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, It stains the glory in that happy rerse and others, at several Doors,
Which aptly sings the good. Poet. Good day, Sir.
Mer. "Tis a good form. Pain. I am glad you are well.
Looking at the Jeuel. Poet. I bave not seen you long. How goes
Jer, And rich : here is a water, look you. the world?
Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
dedication Poet. Ay, that's well known :
To the great lord. But what particular rarity ? what strange,
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Which manifold record not matches ? See,
Our poesy is as a gum, which goze Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power From whence 'tis nourished : The fire i'the fint Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. | Shows not, till it be struck ; our gent
Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame Pain. I know them both : t'other's a jeweller. 1 Provokes itself, and, like the current, ties Mer. Oh! tis a worthy lord.
Each bound it cbafes. What have you there? Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Pain. A picture, Sir.--And when comes your Mer. A most incomparable man ; breath'd,
book forth as it were,
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment • Sir. To an untirable and continuate gooduess :
Let's see your piece. He passes. +
Pain, 'Tis a good piece.
[ient. Jew. I have a jewel here.
Poet. So 'lis : this comes off well and excel
+ Goes beyond common bwunde.
• As soon as my book has been presented to l'umon.
(As weve and austere Limon': his bahanging,
The knee abhor bint few thin
That sball demonstrate these quick blows of fos. Poet. Admirable : How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, This eye shoots forth ! bow big imagination To show lord Timon, that mean eyes. have Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture The foot above the head
(seen One might interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended ; the Here is a touch ; Is'i good ?
SERVANT OF VENTI DI US talking with him. Poet. I'll say of it,
Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? Il tutors nature: artificial strise
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
His means most sbort, his creditors most strait : Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over. Your honourable letter be desires
(him, Pain. How this lord's follow'd !
To those have shut him up ; which failing to Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men ! |Periods his comfort. Pain. Look, more!
Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well ; Poet. You see this confluence, this great food I am not of that feather to shake off chim of visitors.
My friend when he must need me. I do know I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, A gentleman that well deserves a help, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and which he shall have : I'll pay the debt, and free hug
him. With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Halts not particularly, t but moves itself
Tim. Commend me to bim: I will send bis in a wide sea of wax : no levell’d malice
ransom ; Infects one comma in the course I hold; And, being enfranchis'd, bid bim to come to But flies an eagle flight, hold, and forth on, Leaving no tract bebind.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Pain. How sball I understand you?
But to support him after.-Fare you well. Poet. I'll unbolt I to you.
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour ! You see how all conditions, how all minds,
(Erit. (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Enter an old ATHENIAN. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Tim. Freely, good father. Subdues and properties to his love and tend Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Luance
cilias. All sorts of 'hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac'd Tim. I have so : What of him? flatterer $
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this bill,
thy creature, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the By night frequents my house. I am a man mogut
That from any first have been inclin'd to thrift; Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, And my estate deserves au heir more rais'a, That labour on the bosom of this sphere
Than one which holds a trencher Yo propagate their states : l amongst them all, Tim. Well ; what further ? Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
else, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to On whom I may confer what I have got : her;
svants | The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, Whose present grace to present slaves and ser. And I have bred her at my dearest cost, Translates bis rivals.
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Tim. The man is bonest.
His honesty rewards him in itselt,
It must not bear my daughter,
Wbat levity's in youth.
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
of it. Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be of mood,
missing, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend / I call the gods to witness, I will choose Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip And dispossess her all. down,
Tim. How shall she be endow'd, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
if she be mated with an equal husband 1 Pain, 'Tis common :
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; iu A thousand moral paintings I can show
• future, all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me • The contest of art with nature.
long : + My poem does not allude to any particular character. To build bis fortune. I will strain a little, 1 Explain.
Shewing, as a glass does by reflection, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy danghters the looks of his patron.
To advance their con dations of life. I Whisperings of officious servility.
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, I Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst angit And make him weigh with her.
ladies. Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Apem. Oh! they eat lords ; so they come by Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. I great bellies. Tim. My hand to thee ; mine honour on my Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. proinise.
Apem. So thou appreheud'st it: Take it for Luc. Huinbly I thank your lordship : Never thy labour. may
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Ape That state or fortune fall into my keeping, mantus ? Which is not ow'd to you!
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which Exeunt LUCILIUS and old ATHENIAN. I will not cost a man a doit. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live I Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? your lordship!
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How 10 Tim. I thank you ; you sball hear from me poet! anon :
Poet. How now, philosopher ? Go not away.- What have you there, my friend ? Apem. Thou liest.
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do be Poet. Art not one? Your lordship to accept,
Apem. Yes. Tim. Painting is welcome.
Poet. Then I lie not. The painting is alınost the uatural man ;
Apem. Art not a poet? For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, Poet. Yes. He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Apem. Then thou iest: look in thy last Even such as they give out.. I like your work, wbere thou hast feigu'd him a worthy work ;
fellow. And you shall find, I like it : wait attendance Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so Till you hear further from me.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Pain. The gods preserve you !
thee for thy labour : He that loves to be fiatTim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me tered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I your hand;
were a lord! We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel T'im. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Hath suffer'd under praise.
Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate : Jew. What, iny Jord? dispraise ?
lord with my heart. Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
Tim, What, thyself! If I shonld pay you fort as 'tis extoll's,
Apem. Ay. It would unclew + me quite.
Tim. Wherefore ? Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
(know, A pem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.As those, which sel!, would give : But you well Art not thou a mercbant ? Things of like value, differing in the owners, Mer. Ay, Apeinantus. Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Apem. Traffic coufound thee, if the gods will You mend the jewel by wearing it.
not! Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the com Apem. Traslic's thy god, aud thy god confound mon tongue,
thee! Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be
Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT. chid ?
Tim. What trumpet's that ?
Serv. "Tis Alcibiades, and
Some twenty horse, all of companionship.
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give thein guide Mer. He'll spare none.
to us. (Ereunt some Attendants. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman-| You must needs dine with me :-Go not you tus!
[done, Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor. Till I bave thank'd you ; and, when dinner's row;
[nonest. Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves
sights.T'im. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. A pem. Are they not Athenians ?
Most welcome, Sir!
(They salute. Tim. Yes.
Apem. So, so ; there! Apem. Then I repent not.
Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
That there should be small love 'mongst these Apem. Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by
(out thy name.
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus,
Into baboon and monkey. + Apem, Of nothing so much, as that I am not | Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I
Most hungrily on your sight.
[feed Tim. Whither art going?
Tim. Right welcome, Sir: Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time brains.
In different pleasures. Pray yoni, let us in. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for
(Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law,
Enter tuo Lorrus.
Apem. Time to be honest.
1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. He wrought better, that made the pain. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still ter; and yet he's but a tilthy piece of work.
omit'st it. Pain. You are a dog.
2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast, A pem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, a!id wine she, if I be a dog?
heat fools. Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. A pem. No; I eat not lords.
Hike Timothither art gout all hon
. What they profess to be.
Draw out the whole mass of my fortares.
• Alluding to the proverb : plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.
Wis lineage degenerated into a monkey.
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell! Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, T twice.
non ; 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
I come to observe; I give thee warming on't. Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself I Tim. I take no heed of thee; thon art an I mean to give thee none.
Athenian ; therefore welcome : I myself would 1 Lord, Hang thyself.
have no power: pr'ythee, let my meat make thee Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: silent. Inake thy requests to thy friend.
Apem. I scorn thy meat ; 'twould choke me 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn
for I should thee hence.
Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! wbat a number A pem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! ass.
(Erit. It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, In one man's blood; and all the madness is, shall we in,
He cheers them up too. ” And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he ontgoes I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : The very heart of kindness.
Methinks they should invite them withont knives : 2 Lord. He pours it out : Plutus, the god of Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. gold,
There's much example fort ; the fellow that Is but his steward: no meed. but he repays Sits Dext biin now, parts bread with him, and Sevenfold above itself: no gift to him,
pledges But breeds the giver a return exceeding
The breath of him in a divided draught, All use of quittance.
Is the readiest man to kill him : it has been I Lord. The noblest mind he carries,
(prov'd, That ever govern'd man.
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Sball
meals ; we in ?
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. (Exeunt.
Great men should drink with harness + on their SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of State in
throats. TIMON's House.
Tim. My lord, in heart ; f and let the health Hautboys playing loud music.
A great ban. 1 2 Lord. Let it now this way, my good lord. quet served in; FLAVIUS and others attend
A pem. Flow this way!
(mon ing; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lu
N, ALCIBIADES, LU- A brave fellow !--he keeps his tides well. Ti. CIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPPONIUS, and other Those healths will make thee and thy state look Athenian Senators, with VenTipius, and Attendants. Then conies, dropping after | Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
Honest water, which ne'er left nan i'the mire : Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't bath pleas'd the This and my food, are equals; there's no odds gods remember
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
Immortal gods, I crare no pell;
I pray for no man, but myself : help
Grant I may never prore so fond, 5 1 deriv'd liberty.
To trust man on his oath or bond; Tim. Oh! by no means,
Or a harlot, for her weeping; Honest Ventidius : you mistake iny love ;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping; I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Or a keeper with my freedom ; Can truly say he gives, if he receives :
Or my friends, if I should need 'em. If our betters play at that game, we must not
Amen. So fall to't: dare
Rich men sin, and I eat root. To imitate them: Faults that are rich, are fair.
[Eats and drinks. Ven. A noble spirit.
Much good dick thy good heart, Apemantus ! [They all stand ceremoniously looking on 1. Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the TIMON.
neld now. Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
lord. On faint deeds, bollow welcomes,
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of eneRecanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ; mies, than a dinner of friends. But where there is true friendship, there needs Alcih. So they were bleeding.new, my lord, none.
there's no meat like them: I could wish my best Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, friend at such a feast. Than my fortunes to me.
Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine
They sit. enemies then ; that then thou migbt'st kill 'em, 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess's and bid me to 'em.
1 Lord. Might we but have that bappiness, Apem. Oh, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have my lord, that you would once use our hearts, you not?
whereby we might express some part of our Tim. Ó Apemantus !--you are welcome. zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perA pem. No,
sect. You shall not make me welcome :
Tim. O no donbt, my good friends, but the I come to have thee thurst me out of doors. gods themselves have provided that I shall have Tim. Fie, thon art a churl; you have got a much help from you: How bad you been my bumour there
friends else? why have you that charitable title Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame : from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my Thy say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, heart? I have told more of you to myself, than But yond' man's ever angry.
you can with modesty speak in your own behalf ; Go, let him have a table by himself ;
and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think For he does neither affect company, Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
• Alluding to honnds which are trained to pursuit by
i the blood of the animal which they kill. † Armour • No desert. All customary returns for in sincerity.
Foolish. alligacions. Anger is a short madness. | At the summit of happiness.
ye to my fortunes there's no meat like the bleeding.new, my lord