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this honourable lord did but try us this other day. First Lord Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends. Second Lord It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting. First Lord I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear. Second Lord In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out. First Lord I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go. Second Lord Every man hereā€™s so. What would he have borrowed of you? First Lord A thousand pieces. Second Lord A thousand pieces! First Lord What of you? Second Lord He sent to me, sirā ā€”Here he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants. Timon With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you? First Lord Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship. Second Lord The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship. Timon Aside. Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly oā€™ the trumpetā€™s sound; we shall toā€™t presently. First Lord I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that I returned you an empty messenger. Timon O, sir, let it not trouble you. Second Lord My noble lordā ā€” Timon Ah, my good friend, what cheer? Second Lord My most honourable lord, I am eā€™en sick of shame, that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar. Timon Think not onā€™t, sir. Second Lord If you had sent but two hours beforeā ā€” Timon Let it not cumber your better remembrance. The banquet brought in. Come, bring in all together. Second Lord All covered dishes! First Lord Royal cheer, I warrant you. Third Lord Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it. First Lord How do you? Whatā€™s the news? Third Lord Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? First Lord
Second Lord Alcibiades banished! Third Lord ā€™Tis so, be sure of it. First Lord How! how! Second Lord I pray you, upon what? Timon My worthy friends, will you draw near? Third Lord Iā€™ll tell you more anon. Hereā€™s a noble feast toward. Second Lord This is the old man still. Third Lord Willā€™t hold? willā€™t hold? Second Lord It does: but time willā ā€”and soā ā€” Third Lord I do conceive. Timon

Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another; for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains: if there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them beā ā€”as they are. The rest of your fees, O godsā ā€”the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of peopleā ā€”what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome.

Uncover, dogs, and lap. The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water.

Some speak What does his lordship mean? Some Other I know not. Timon

May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke and luke-warm water
Is your perfection. This is Timonā€™s last;
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany. Throwing the water in their faces. Live loathed and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, timeā€™s flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite oā€™er! What, dost thou go?
Soft! take thy physic firstā ā€”thou tooā ā€”and thou;ā ā€”
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out.
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villainā€™s not a welcome guest.
Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
Of Timon man and all humanity! Exit.

Re-enter the Lords, Senators, etc. First Lord How now, my lords! Second Lord Know you the quality of Lord Timonā€™s fury? Third Lord Push! did you see my cap? Fourth Lord I have lost my gown. First Lord Heā€™s but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel thā€™ other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel? Third Lord Did you see my cap? Second Lord Here ā€™tis. Fourth Lord Here lies my gown. First Lord Letā€™s make no stay. Second Lord Lord Timonā€™s mad. Third Lord I feelā€™t upon my bones. Fourth Lord One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. Exeunt. Act IV Scene I

Without the walls of Athens.

Enter Timon. Timon

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 oā€™ the instant, green virginity,
Doā€™t in your parentsā€™ eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trustersā€™ throats! bound servants, steal!
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy masterā€™s bed;
Thy mistress

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