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-as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing they are 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.
Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; ""
[Throwing water in their faces.
[Throws the dishes at them, and drives theni out. Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. 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!
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators,
1 Lord. How pow, my lords?
2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury?
3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.
3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat:-Did you see my jewel?
4 Lord. Did you see my cap?
I feel't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day
ACT IV. .
WITHOUT THE WALLS OF ATHENS.
Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent; Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, And minister in their steads! to general filths Convert o'the instant, green virginity! Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; Rather than render back, out with
your knives, And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants,
steal! Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed; Thy mistress is o’the brothel! son of sixteen, Pluck the lind crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestick awe, night-rést, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to men, Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! lust and liberty
SCE NE II.
A ROOM IN TIMON'S HOUSE.
Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants. 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our
master? Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining? Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to
you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, I am as poor as you. 1 Serv.
Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm,
As we do turn our backs
Enter other Servants. Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house, .
3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, : That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air. Flav.
Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, We have seen better days. Let each take some;
[Giving them money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
[Ereunt Şervants. 0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt?