Ape. Liue, and loue thy misery
Tim. Long liue so, and so dye. I am quit
Ape. Mo things like men, Eate Timon, and abhorre then.
Exit Apeman[tus].
Enter the Bandetti.
1 Where should he haue this Gold? It is some poore Fragment, some slender Ort of his remainder: the meere want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, droue him into this Melancholly
2 It is nois"d He hath a ma.s.se of Treasure
3 Let vs make the a.s.say vpon him, if he care not for"t, he will supply vs easily: if he couetously reserue it, how shall"s get it?
2 True: for he beares it not about him: "Tis hid
1 Is not this hee?
All. Where?
2 "Tis his description
3 He? I know him
All. Saue thee Timon
Tim. Now Theeues
All. Soldiers, not Theeues
Tim. Both too, and womens Sonnes
All. We are not Theeues, but men That much do want
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat: Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes: Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs: The Oakes beare Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps, The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush, Layes her full Messe before you. Want? why Want?
1 We cannot liue on Gra.s.se, on Berries, Water, As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes
Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues, the Birds & Fishes, You must eate men. Yet thankes I must you con, That you are Theeues profest: that you worke not In holier shapes: For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions. Rascall Theeues Heere"s Gold. Go, sucke the subtle blood o"th" Grape, Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth, And so scape hanging. Trust not the Physitian, His Antidotes are poyson, and he slayes Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together, Do Villaine do, since you protest to doo"t.
Like Workemen, Ile example you with Theeuery: The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe, And her pale fire, she s.n.a.t.c.hes from the Sunne.
The Seas a Theefe, whose liquid Surge, resolues The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth"s a Theefe, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen"rall excrement: each thing"s a Theefe.
The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power Ha"s vncheck"d Theft. Loue not your selues, away, Rob one another, there"s more Gold, cut throates, All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go, Breake open shoppes, nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it: steale lesse, for this I giue you, And Gold confound you howsoere: Amen
3 Has almost charm"d me from my Profession, by perswading me to it
1 "Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduises vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery
2 Ile beleeue him as an Enemy, And giue ouer my Trade
1 Let vs first see peace in Athens, there is no time so miserable, but a man may be true.
Exit Theeues.
Enter the Steward to Timon.
Stew. Oh you G.o.ds!
Is yon"d despis"d and ruinous man my Lord?
Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument And wonder of good deeds, euilly bestow"d!
What an alteration of Honor has desp"rate want made?
What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends, Who can bring n.o.blest mindes, to basest ends.
How rarely does it meete with this times guise, When man was wisht to loue his Enemies: Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me, then those that doo.
Has caught me in his eye, I will present my honest griefe vnto him; and as my Lord, still serue him with my life.
My deerest Master
Tim. Away: what art thou?
Stew. Haue you forgot me, Sir?
Tim. Why dost aske that? I haue forgot all men.
Then, if thou grunt"st, th"art a man.
I haue forgot thee
Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours
Tim. Then I know thee not: I neuer had honest man about me, I all I kept were Knaues, to serue in meate to Villaines
Stew. The G.o.ds are witnesse, Neu"r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you
Tim. What, dost thou weepe?
Come neerer, then I loue thee Because thou art a woman, and disclaim"st Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue, But thorow l.u.s.t and Laughter: pittie"s sleeping: Strange times y weepe with laughing, not with weeping
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord, T" accept my greefe, and whil"st this poore wealth lasts, To entertaine me as your Steward still
Tim. Had I a Steward So true, so iust, and now so comfortable?
It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
Let me behold thy face: Surely, this man Was borne of woman.
Forgiue my generall, and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober G.o.ds. I do proclaime One honest man: Mistake me not, but one: No more I pray, and hee"s a Steward.
How faine would I haue hated all mankinde, And thou redeem"st thy selfe. But all saue thee, I fell with Curses.
Me thinkes thou art more honest now, then wise: For, by oppressing and betraying mee, Thou might"st haue sooner got another Seruice: For many so arriue at second Masters, Vpon their first Lords necke. But tell me true, (For I must euer doubt, though ne"re so sure) Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous, If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts, Expecting in returne twenty for one?
Stew. No my most worthy Master, in whose brest Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac"d too late: You should haue fear"d false times, when you did Feast.
Suspect still comes, where an estate is least.
That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue, Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde; Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it, My most Honour"d Lord, For any benefit that points to mee, Either in hope, or present, I"de exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich your selfe
Tim. Looke thee, "tis so: thou singly honest man, Heere take: the G.o.ds out of my miserie Ha"s sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy, But thus condition"d: Thou shalt build from men: Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none, But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone, Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow "em, Debts wither "em to nothing, be men like blasted woods And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods, And so farewell, and thriue
Stew. O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master
Tim. If thou hat"st Curses Stay not: flye, whil"st thou art blest and free: Ne"re see thou man, and let me ne"re see thee.
Exit
Enter Poet, and Painter.