Timon of Athens(雅典的泰门)

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TIMON OF ATHENS

William Shakespeare

1608

TIMON OF ATHENS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

TIMON of Athens

LUCIUS LUCULLUS SEMPRONIUS flattering lords

VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends ALCIBIADES, an

Athenian captain APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher FLAVIUS,

steward to Timon

FLAMINIUS LUCILIUS SERVILIUS Timon's servants

CAPHIS PHILOTUS TITUS HORTENSIUS servants to Timon's

creditors

POET PAINTER JEWELLER MERCHANT MERCER AN OLD

ATHENIAN THREE STRANGERS A PAGE A FOOL

PHRYNIA TIMANDRA mistresses to Alcibiades

CUPID AMAZONS in the Masque

Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Servants, Thieves, and Attendants

Scene: Athens and the neighbouring woods

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ACT I.

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SCENE I. Athens. TIMON'S house

Enter POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and MERCER,

at several doors

POET. Good day, sir. PAINTER. I am glad y'are well. POET. I have

not seen you long; how goes the world? PAINTER. It wears, sir, as it

grows. POET. Ay, that's well known. But what particular rarity? What

strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty, all

these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend! I know the merchant.

PAINTER. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller. MERCHANT. O, 'tis a

worthy lord! JEWELLER. Nay, that's most fix'd. MERCHANT. A most

incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate

goodness. He passes. JEWELLER. I have a jewel here- MERCHANT. O,

pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir? JEWELLER. If he will touch the

estimate. But for that- POET. When we for recompense have prais'd the

vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.

MERCHANT. [Looking at the jewel] 'Tis a good form. JEWELLER. And

rich. Here is a water, look ye. PAINTER. You are rapt, sir, in some work,

some dedication To the great lord. POET. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish'd. The fire i'

th' flint Shows not till it be struck: our gentle flame Provokes itself, and

like the current flies Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

PAINTER. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth? POET. Upon the

heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece. PAINTER. 'Tis a good

piece. POET. So 'tis; this comes off well and excellent. PAINTER.

Indifferent. POET. Admirable. How this grace Speaks his own standing!

What a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves

in this lip! To th' dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. PAINTER.

It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; is't good? POET. I will

say of it It tutors nature. Artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier

than life.

Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over

PAINTER. How this lord is followed! POET. The senators of Athens-

happy man! PAINTER. Look, more! POET. You see this confluence, this

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great flood of visitors. I have in this rough work shap'd out a man Whom

this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment. My

free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of tax. No

levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle

flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. PAINTER. How shall I

understand you? POET. I will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions,

how all minds- As well of glib and slipp'ry creatures as Of grave and

austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon. His large

fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and

properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-

fac'd flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor

himself; even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace

Most rich in Timon's nod. PAINTER. I saw them speak together. POET.

Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd. The

base o' th' mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures That labour

on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states. Amongst them all

Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd One do I personate of Lord

Timon's frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Whose

present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals.

PAINTER. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill,

methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head

against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd

In our condition. POET. Nay, sir, but hear me on. All those which were his

fellows but of late- Some better than his value- on the moment Follow his

strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his

ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink the free air.

PAINTER. Ay, marry, what of these? POET. When Fortune in her shift and

change of mood Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants, Which

labour'd after him to the mountain's top Even on their knees and hands, let

him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. PAINTER. 'Tis

common. A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate

these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. Yet you do

well To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen The foot above the

head.

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Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself courteously to

every suitor, a MESSENGER from VENTIDIUS talking with him;

LUCILIUS and other servants following

TIMON. Imprison'd is he, say you? MESSENGER. Ay, my good lord.

Five talents is his debt; His means most short, his creditors most strait.

Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing,

Periods his comfort. TIMON. Noble Ventidius! Well. I am not of that

feather to shake of My friend when he must need me. I do know him A

gentleman that well deserves a help, Which he shall have. I'll pay the debt,

and free him. MESSENGER. Your lordship ever binds him. TIMON.

Commend me to him; I will send his ransom; And being enfranchis'd, bid

him come to me. 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him

after. Fare you well. MESSENGER. All happiness to your honour! Exit

Enter an OLD ATHENIAN

OLD ATHENIAN. Lord Timon, hear me speak. TIMON. Freely,

good father. OLD ATHENIAN. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.

TIMON. I have so; what of him? OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble Timon,

call the man before thee. TIMON. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!

LUCILIUS. Here, at your lordship's service. OLD ATHENIAN. This

fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I

am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift, And my estate

deserves an heir more rais'd Than one which holds a trencher. TIMON.

Well; what further? OLD ATHENIAN. One only daughter have I, no kin

else, On whom I may confer what I have got. The maid is fair, o' th'

youngest for a bride, And I have bred her at my dearest cost In qualities of

the best. This man of thine Attempts her love; I prithee, noble lord, Join

with me to forbid him her resort; Myself have spoke in vain. TIMON. The

man is honest. OLD ATHENIAN. Therefore he will be, Timon. His

honesty rewards him in itself; It must not bear my daughter. TIMON. Does

she love him? OLD ATHENIAN. She is young and apt: Our own

precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth. TIMON. Love

you the maid? LUCILIUS. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. OLD

ATHENIAN. If in her marriage my consent be missing, I call the gods to

witness I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And

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dispossess her all. TIMON. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated

with an equal husband? OLD ATHENIAN. Three talents on the present; in

future, all. TIMON. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;. To build

his fortune I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy

daughter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh

with her. OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your

honour, she is his. TIMON. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

LUCILIUS. Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may That state or

fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you! Exeunt LUCILIUS

and OLD ATHENIAN POET. [Presenting his poem] Vouchsafe my labour,

and long live your lordship! TIMON. I thank you; you shall hear from me

anon; Go not away. What have you there, my friend? PAINTER. A piece

of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. TIMON. Painting

is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour

traffics with man's nature, He is but outside; these pencill'd figures are

Even such as they give out. I like your work, And you shall find I like it;

wait attendance Till you hear further from me. PAINTER. The gods

preserve ye! TIMON. Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand; We

must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffered under praise.

JEWELLER. What, my lord! Dispraise? TIMON. A mere satiety of

commendations; If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, It would unclew

me quite. JEWELLER. My lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would give;

but you well know Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are

prized by their masters. Believe't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by the

wearing it. TIMON. Well mock'd.

Enter APEMANTUS

MERCHANT. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,

Which all men speak with him. TIMON. Look who comes here; will you

be chid? JEWELLER. We'll bear, with your lordship. MERCHANT. He'll

spare none. TIMON. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

APEMANTUS. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow; When

thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. TIMON. Why dost thou

call them knaves? Thou know'st them not. APEMANTUS. Are they not

Athenians? TIMON. Yes. APEMANTUS. Then I repent not. JEWELLER.

TIMON OF ATHENS

You know me, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Thou know'st I do; I call'd

thee by thy name. TIMON. Thou art proud, Apemantus. APEMANTUS.

Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. TIMON. Whither art

going? APEMANTUS. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. TIMON.

That's a deed thou't die for. APEMANTUS. Right, if doing nothing be

death by th' law. TIMON. How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS. The best, for the innocence. TIMON. Wrought he not well

that painted it? APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter;

and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. PAINTER. Y'are a dog.

APEMANTUS. Thy mother's of my generation; what's she, if I be a dog?

TIMON. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. No; I eat not

lords. TIMON. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies. APEMANTUS. O,

they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. TIMON. That's a lascivious

apprehension. APEMANTUS. So thou apprehend'st it take it for thy

labour. TIMON. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS. Not so well as plain dealing, which will not cost a man a

doit. TIMON. What dost thou think 'tis worth? APEMANTUS. Not worth

my thinking. How now, poet! POET. How now, philosopher!

APEMANTUS. Thou liest. POET. Art not one? APEMANTUS. Yes.

POET. Then I lie not. APEMANTUS. Art not a poet? POET. Yes.

APEMANTUS. Then thou liest. Look in thy last work, where thou hast

feign'd him a worthy fellow. POET. That's not feign'd- he is so.

APEMANTUS. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer. Heavens, that I were a

lord! TIMON. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. E'en as

Apemantus does now: hate a lord with my heart. TIMON. What, thyself?

APEMANTUS. Ay. TIMON. Wherefore? APEMANTUS. That I had no

angry wit to be a lord.- Art not thou a merchant? MERCHANT. Ay,

Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!

MERCHANT. If traffic do it, the gods do it. APEMANTUS. Traffic's thy

god, and thy god confound thee!

Trumpet sounds. Enter a MESSENGER

TIMON. What trumpet's that? MESSENGER. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

some twenty horse, All of companionship. TIMON. Pray entertain them;

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give them guide to us. Exeunt some attendants You must needs dine with

me. Go not you hence Till I have thank'd you. When dinner's done Show

me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.

Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest

Most welcome, sir! [They salute] APEMANTUS. So, so, there!

Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small

love amongst these sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of

man's bred out Into baboon and monkey. ALCIBIADES. Sir, you have

sav'd my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. TIMON. Right

welcome, sir! Ere we depart we'll share a bounteous time In different

pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Exeunt all but APEMANTUS

Enter two LORDS

FIRST LORD. What time o' day is't, Apemantus? APEMANTUS.

Time to be honest. FIRST LORD. That time serves still. APEMANTUS.

The more accursed thou that still omit'st it. SECOND LORD. Thou art

going to Lord Timon's feast. APEMANTUS. Ay; to see meat fill knaves

and wine heat fools. SECOND LORD. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

APEMANTUS. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. SECOND

LORD. Why, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Shouldst have kept one to

thyself, for I mean to give thee none. FIRST LORD. Hang thyself.

APEMANTUS. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to

thy friend. SECOND LORD. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee

hence. APEMANTUS. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' ass. Exit

FIRST LORD. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in And taste

Lord Timon's bounty? He outgoes The very heart of kindness. SECOND

LORD. He pours it out: Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward; no

meed but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him But breeds the

giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. FIRST LORD. The noblest

mind he carries That ever govern'd man. SECOND LORD. Long may he

live in fortunes! shall we in? FIRST LORD. I'll keep you company. Exeunt

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SCENE II. A room of state in TIMON'S house

Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet serv'd in; FLAVIUS and

others attending; and then enter LORD TIMON, the states, the

ATHENIAN LORDS, VENTIDIUS, which TIMON redeem'd from prison.

Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like

himself

VENTIDIUS. Most honoured Timon, It hath pleas'd the gods to

remember my father's age, And call him to long peace. He is gone happy,

and has left me rich. Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free

heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and service, from

whose help I deriv'd liberty. TIMON. O, by no means, Honest Ventidius!

You mistake my love; I gave it freely ever; and there's none Can truly say

he gives, if he receives. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

To imitate them: faults that are rich are fair. VENTIDIUS. A noble spirit!

TIMON. Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on

faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;

But where there is true friendship there needs none. Pray, sit; more

welcome are ye to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me. [They sit] FIRST

LORD. My lord, we always have confess'd it. APEMANTUS. Ho, ho,

confess'd it! Hang'd it, have you not? TIMON. O, Apemantus, you are

welcome. APEMANTUS. No; You shall not make me welcome. I come to

have thee thrust me out of doors. TIMON. Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a

humour there Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame. They say, my

lords, Ira furor brevis est; but yond man is ever angry. Go, let him have a

table by himself; for he does neither affect company nor is he fit for't

indeed. APEMANTUS. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon. I come to

observe; I give thee warning on't. TIMON. I take no heed of thee. Th'art

an Athenian, therefore welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee

let my meat make thee silent. APEMANTUS. I scorn thy meat; 't'would

choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of

men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip

their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up

too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men. Methinks they should

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