TIMON OF ATHENS

ACT I

SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.

“You see how all conditions, how all minds,

As well of glib and slippery 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-faced 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.”

“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.”

“TIMON

Painting is welcome.

The painting is almost the natural man;

or 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

You’re 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 ‘ldst anger ladies.

APEMANTUS

O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON

That’s a lascivious apprehension.

APEMANTUS

So thou apprehendest 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 feigned him a worthy fellow.

Poet

That’s not feigned; 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’

the 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!”

“Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest

Most welcome, sir!”

“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 omitt’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’ the 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.”

SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon’s house.

“VENTIDIUS

Most honour’d Timon,

It hath pleased 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 derived 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

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, thou’rt a churl; ye’ve 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; thou’rt an Athenian,

therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;

prithee, let my meat make thee silent.

APEMANTUS

I scorn thy meat; ‘twould choke me, for I should

ne’er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of

men eat 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 invite them without knives;

Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.

There’s much example for’t; the fellow that sits

next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the

breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest

man to kill him: ‘t has been proved. If I were a

huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;

Lest they should spy my windpipe’s dangerous notes:

Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

“This and my food are equals; there’s no odds:

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

Apemantus’ grace.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;

I pray for no man but myself:

Grant I may never prove so fond,

To trust man on his oath or bond;

Or a harlot, for her weeping;

Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:

Or a keeper with my freedom;

Or my friends, if I should need ‘em.

Amen. So fall to’t:

Rich men sin, and I eat root.”

“TIMON

Captain Alcibiades, your heart’s in the field now.

ALCIBIADES

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

TIMON

You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a

dinner of friends.

ALCIBIADES

So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there’s no meat

like ‘em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

APEMANTUS

Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,

that then thou mightst kill ‘em and bid me to ‘em!”

“Enter Cupid

Cupid

Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all

That of his bounties taste! The five best senses

Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely

To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th’ ear,

Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;

They only now come but to feast thine eyes.”

“Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing

APEMANTUS

Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!

They dance! they are mad women.

Like madness is the glory of this life.

As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;

And spend our flatteries, to drink those men

Upon whose age we void it up again,

With poisonous spite and envy.

Who lives that’s not depraved or depraves?

Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves

Of their friends’ gift?

I should fear those that dance before me now

Would one day stamp upon me: ‘t has been done;

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.”

“FLAVIUS

(…)

‘Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,

That man might ne’er be wretched for his mind.”

“Servant

My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate

Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

TIMON

They are fairly welcome.

FLAVIUS

I beseech your honour,

Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

TIMON

Near! why then, another time I’ll hear thee:

I prithee, let’s be provided to show them

entertainment.

FLAVIUS

[Aside] I scarce know how.”

“How now! what news?

Third Servant

Please you, my lord, that honourable

gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company

to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour

two brace of greyhounds.

TIMON

I’ll hunt with him; and let them be received,

Not without fair reward.”

“FLAVIUS

[Aside] What will this come to?

He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,

And all out of an empty coffer:

Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,

To show him what a beggar his heart is,

Being of no power to make his wishes good:

His promises fly so beyond his state

That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes

For every word: he is so kind that he now

Pays interest for ‘t; his land’s put to their books.

Well, would I were gently put out of office

Before I were forced out!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed

Than such that do e’en enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my lord.”

“TIMON

I take all and your several visitations

So kind to heart, ‘tis not enough to give;

Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,

And ne’er be weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living

Is ‘mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast

Lie in a pitch’d field.

ALCIBIADES

Ay, defiled land, my lord.”

“Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON

APEMANTUS

What a coil’s here!

Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!

I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums

That are given for ‘em. Friendship’s full of dregs:

Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,

Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court’sies.

TIMON

Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be

good to thee.

APEMANTUS

No, I’ll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,

there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then

thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,

Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in

paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and

vain-glories?

TIMON

Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am

sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come

with better music.”

“O, that men’s ears should be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!”

ACT II

SCENE I. A Senator’s house.

“Senator

(…)

If I want gold, steal but a beggar’s dog,

And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.

If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more

Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,

Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,

And able horses. No porter at his gate,

But rather one that smiles and still invites”

“Senator

(…) I love and honour him,

But must not break my back to heal his finger;

Immediate are my needs, and my relief

Must not be toss’d and turn’d to me in words,

But find supply immediate. Get you gone:

Put on a most importunate aspect,

A visage of demand; for, I do fear,

When every feather sticks in his own wing,

Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

CAPHIS

I go, sir.”

SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon’s house.

“All Servants

What are we, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

Asses.

All Servants

Why?

APEMANTUS

That you ask me what you are, and do not know

yourselves. Speak to ‘em, fool.

Fool

How do you, gentlemen?

All Servants

Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?

Fool

She’s e’en setting on water to scald such chickens

as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!

APEMANTUS

Good! gramercy.”

“Fool

I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my

mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come

to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and

go away merry; but they enter my mistress’ house

merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?”

“TIMON

You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time

Had you not fully laid my state before me,

That I might so have rated my expense,

As I had leave of means?

FLAVIUS

You would not hear me,

At many leisures I proposed.

TIMON

Go to:

Perchance some single vantages you took.

When my indisposition put you back:

And that unaptness made your minister,

Thus to excuse yourself.”

“TIMON

To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

FLAVIUS

O my good lord, the world is but a word:

Were it all yours to give it in a breath,

How quickly were it gone!”

“What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is

Lord Timon’s?

Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!

Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,

The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:

Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,

These flies are couch’d.

TIMON

Come, sermon me no further:

No villanous bounty yet hath pass’d my heart;

Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.

Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,

To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;

If I would broach the vessels of my love,

And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,

Men and men’s fortunes could I frankly use

As I can bid thee speak.”

“TIMON

And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown’d,

That I account them blessings; for by these

Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you

Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.

Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!”

“That had, give’t these fellows

To whom ‘tis instant due. Ne’er speak, or think,

That Timon’s fortunes ‘mong his friends can sink.

FLAVIUS

I would I could not think it: that thought is

bounty’s foe;

Being free itself, it thinks all others so.

Exeunt”

ACT III

SCENE I. A room in Lucullus’ house.

“Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord’s a

bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou

knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,

that this is no time to lend money, especially upon

bare friendship, without security. Here’s three

solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say

thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.

FLAMINIUS

Is’t possible the world should so much differ,

And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,

To him that worships thee!

Throwing the money back

LUCULLUS

Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

Exit”

“Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,

It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,

I feel master’s passion!”

SCENE II. A public place.

“First Stranger

We know him for no less, though we are but strangers

to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and

which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon’s

happy hours are done and past, and his estate

shrinks from him.”

“LUCILIUS

What a strange case was that! now, before the gods,

I am ashamed on’t. Denied that honourable man!

there was very little honour showed in’t. For my own

part, I must needs confess, I have received some

small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels

and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his;

yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should

ne’er have denied his occasion so many talents.”

“SERVILIUS

Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;

requesting your lordship to supply his instant use

with so many talents.

LUCILIUS

I know his lordship is but merry with me;

He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.”

“Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I

hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me,

because I have no power to be kind: and tell him

this from me, I count it one of my greatest

afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an

honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you

befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?”

“True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;

And he that’s once denied will hardly speed.”

“First Stranger

Do you observe this, Hostilius?

Second Stranger

Ay, too well.

First Stranger

Why, this is the world’s soul; and just of the

same piece

Is every flatterer’s spirit. Who can call him

His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in

My knowing, Timon has been this lord’s father,

And kept his credit with his purse,

Supported his estate; nay, Timon’s money

Has paid his men their wages: he ne’er drinks,

But Timon’s silver treads upon his lip;

And yet–O, see the monstrousness of man

When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!–

He does deny him, in respect of his,

What charitable men afford to beggars.”

SCENE III. A room in Sempronius’ house.

“SEMPRONIUS

Must he needs trouble me in ‘t,–hum!–‘bove

all others?

He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;

And now Ventidius is wealthy too,

Whom he redeem’d from prison: all these

Owe their estates unto him.

Servant

My lord,

They have all been touch’d and found base metal, for

They have all denied him.”

“Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like

physicians,

Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?

Has much disgraced me in’t; I’m angry at him,

That might have known my place: I see no sense for’t,

But his occasion might have woo’d me first;

For, in my conscience, I was the first man

That e’er received gift from him:

And does he think so backwardly of me now,

That I’ll requite its last? No:

So it may prove an argument of laughter

To the rest, and ‘mongst lords I be thought a fool.

I’ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,

Had sent to me first, but for my mind’s sake;

I’d such a courage to do him good. But now return,

And with their faint reply this answer join;

Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.

Exit”

“The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crossed himself by ‘t: and I cannot think but, in the end, the villainies of man will set him clear.”

“This was my lord’s best hope; now all are fled,

Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,

Doors, that were ne’er acquainted with their wards

Many a bounteous year must be employ’d

Now to guard sure their master.

And this is all a liberal course allows;

Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.”

SCENE IV. The same. A hall in Timon’s house.

“PHILOTUS

(…)

You must consider that a prodigal course

Is like the sun’s; but not, like his, recoverable.

I fear ‘tis deepest winter in Lord Timon’s purse;

That is one may reach deep enough, and yet

Find little.”

“HORTENSIUS

I’m weary of this charge, the gods can witness:

I know my lord hath spent of Timon’s wealth,

And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

Varro’s First Servant

Yes, mine’s three thousand crowns: what’s yours?

Lucilius’ Servant

Five thousand mine.

Varro’s First Servant

‘Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,

Your master’s confidence was above mine;

Else, surely, his had equall’d.”

“FLAVIUS

Ay,

If money were as certain as your waiting,

‘Twere sure enough.

Why then preferr’d you not your sums and bills,

When your false masters eat of my lord’s meat?

Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts

And take down the interest into their

gluttonous maws.

You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;

Let me pass quietly:

Believe ‘t, my lord and I have made an end;

I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Lucilius’ Servant

Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS

If ‘twill not serve,’tis not so base as you;

For you serve knaves.

Exit”

“Second Servant

No matter what; he’s poor, and that’s revenge

enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no

house to put his head in? such may rail against

great buildings.”

“FLAVIUS

O my lord,

You only speak from your distracted soul;

There is not so much left, to furnish out

A moderate table.

TIMON

Be’t not in thy care; go,

I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide

Of knaves once more; my cook and I’ll provide.

Exeunt”

SCENE V. The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting.

“ALCIBIADES

(…)

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is sin’s extremest gust;

But, in defence, by mercy, ‘tis most just.

To be in anger is impiety;

But who is man that is not angry?

Weigh but the crime with this.”

“ALCIBIADES

I say, my lords, he has done fair service,

And slain in fight many of your enemies:

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!”

“ALCIBIADES

Hard fate! he might have died in war.

My lords, if not for any parts in him–

Though his right arm might purchase his own time

And be in debt to none–yet, more to move you,

Take my deserts to his, and join ‘em both:

And, for I know your reverend ages love

Security, I’ll pawn my victories, all

My honours to you, upon his good returns.

If by this crime he owes the law his life,

Why, let the war receive ‘t in valiant gore

For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

First Senator

We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,

On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,

He forfeits his own blood that spills another.”

“ALCIBIADES

Banish me!

Banish your dotage; banish usury,

That makes the senate ugly.

First Senator

If, after two days’ shine, Athens contain thee,

Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell

our spirit,

He shall be executed presently.

Exeunt Senators”

“…Banishment!

It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish’d;

It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,

That I may strike at Athens. I’ll cheer up

My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.

‘Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.

Exit”

SCENE VI. The same. A banqueting-room in Timon’s house.

“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.”

“…Gentlemen, our dinner will not

recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the

music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o’ the

trumpet’s sound; we shall to ‘t presently.”

“Second Lord

My most honourable lord, I am e’en sick of shame,

that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,

I was so unfortunate a beggar.

TIMON

Think not on ‘t, sir.

Second Lord

If you had sent but two hours before,–

TIMON

Let it not cumber your better remembrance.

The banquet brought in”

“Third Lord

Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?

First Lord, Second Lord

Alcibiades banished!

Third Lord

‘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

I’ll tell you more anon. Here’s a noble feast toward.

Second Lord

This is the old man still.

Third Lord

Will ‘t hold? will ‘t hold?

Second Lord

It does: but time will–and so–

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 be–as they are. The

rest of your fees, O gods–the senators of Athens,

together with the common lag of people–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 Others

I know not.

TIMON

May you a better feast never behold,

You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water

Is your perfection. This is Timon’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, time’s flies,

Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!

Of man and beast the infinite malady

Crust you quite o’er! What, dost thou go?

Soft! take thy physic first–thou too–and thou;–

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 villain’s not a welcome guest.

Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be

Of Timon man and all humanity!

Exit”

“First Lord

He’s but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.

He gave me a jewel th’ 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 ‘tis.

Fourth Lord

Here lies my gown.

First Lord

Let’s make no stay.

Second Lord

Lord Timon’s mad.

Third Lord

I feel ‘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 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 lined crutch from thy old limping sire,

With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,

Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,

Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,

Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,

Decline to your confounding contraries,

And let 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

Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,

That ‘gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,

And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,

Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop

Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,

at their society, as their friendship, may

merely poison! Nothing I’ll bear from thee,

But nakedness, thou detestable town!

Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!

Timon will to the woods; where he shall find

The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.

The gods confound–hear me, you good gods all–

The Athenians both within and out that wall!

And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow

To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.”

SCENE II. Athens. A room in Timon’s house.

“First Servant

Hear you, master steward, where’s our master?

Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?

FLAVIUS

Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?

Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,

I am as poor as you.”

“Enter other Servants

FLAVIUS

All broken implements of a ruin’d house.

Third Servant

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.”

“O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!

Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,

Since riches point to misery and contempt?

Who would be so mock’d with glory? or to live

But in a dream of friendship?

To have his pomp and all what state compounds

But only painted, like his varnish’d friends?

(…)

I’ll follow and inquire him out:

I’ll ever serve his mind with my best will;

Whilst I have gold, I’ll be his steward still.”

SCENE III. Woods and cave, near the seashore.

“The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,

The beggar native honour.

It is the pasture lards the rother’s sides,

The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,

In purity of manhood stand upright,

And say ‘This man’s a flatterer?’ if one be,

So are they all; for every grise of fortune

Is smooth’d by that below: the learned pate

Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;

There’s nothing level in our cursed natures,

But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr’d

All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!”

“Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this

Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,

Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads:

This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed,

Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves

And give them title, knee and approbation

With senators on the bench: this is it

That makes the wappen’d widow wed again;

She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores

Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices

To the April day again. Come, damned earth,

Thou common whore of mankind, that put’st odds

Among the route of nations, I will make thee

Do thy right nature.”

“ALCIBIADES

What art thou there? speak.

TIMON

A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,

For showing me again the eyes of man!

ALCIBIADES

What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,

That art thyself a man?

TIMON

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,

That I might love thee something.”

“Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;

Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine

Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,

For all her cherubim look.

PHRYNIA

Thy lips rot off!

TIMON

I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns

To thine own lips again.

ALCIBIADES

How came the noble Timon to this change?

TIMON

As the moon does, by wanting light to give:

But then renew I could not, like the moon;

There were no suns to borrow of.

ALCIBIADES

Noble Timon,

What friendship may I do thee?

TIMON

None, but to

Maintain my opinion.

ALCIBIADES

What is it, Timon?

TIMON

Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou

wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art

a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for

thou art a man!

ALCIBIADES

I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

TIMON

Thou saw’st them, when I had prosperity.

ALCIBIADES

I see them now; then was a blessed time.

TIMON

As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

TIMANDRA

Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world

Voiced so regardfully?

TIMON

Art thou Timandra?

TIMANDRA

Yes.

TIMON

Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;

Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.

Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves

For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth

To the tub-fast and the diet.”

“TIMON

I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

ALCIBIADES

I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

TIMON

How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?

I had rather be alone.

ALCIBIADES

Why, fare thee well:

Here is some gold for thee.

TIMON

Keep it, I cannot eat it.

ALCIBIADES

When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,–

TIMON

Warr’st thou ‘gainst Athens?

ALCIBIADES

Ay, Timon, and have cause.

TIMON

The gods confound them all in thy conquest;

And thee after, when thou hast conquer’d!

ALCIBIADES

Why me, Timon?

TIMON

That, by killing of villains,

Thou wast born to conquer my country.

Put up thy gold: go on,–here’s gold,–go on;

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove

Will o’er some high-viced city hang his poison

In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:

Pity not honour’d age for his white beard;

He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron;

It is her habit only that is honest,

Herself’s a bawd: let not the virgin’s cheek

Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,

That through the window-bars bore at men’s eyes,

Are not within the leaf of pity writ,

But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe,

Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;

Think it a bastard, whom the oracle

Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,

And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;

Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes;

Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,

Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,

Shall pierce a jot. There’s gold to pay soldiers:

Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,

Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

ALCIBIADES

Hast thou gold yet? I’ll take the gold thou

givest me,

Not all thy counsel.

TIMON

Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven’s curse

upon thee!

PHRYNIA TIMANDRA

Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?”

“…Hold up, you sluts,

Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,

Although, I know, you ‘ll swear, terribly swear

Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues

The immortal gods that hear you,–spare your oaths,

I’ll trust to your conditions: be whores still;

And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,

Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;

Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,

Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs

With burthens of the dead;–some that were hang’d,

No matter:–wear them, betray with them: whore still;

Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,

A pox of wrinkles!”

“…Crack the lawyer’s voice,

That he may never more false title plead,

Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen,

That scolds against the quality of flesh,

And not believes himself: down with the nose,

Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away

Of him that, his particular to foresee,

Smells from the general weal: make curl’d-pate

ruffians bald”

“That your activity may defeat and quell

The source of all erection. There’s more gold:

Do you damn others, and let this damn you,

And ditches grave you all!

PHRYNIA, TIMANDRA

More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

TIMON

More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.”

“ALCIBIADES

(…)

If I thrive well, I’ll visit thee again.

TIMON

If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.

ALCIBIADES

I never did thee harm.

TIMON

Yes, thou spokest well of me.

ALCIBIADES

Call’st thou that harm?

TIMON

Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take

Thy beagles with thee.

ALCIBIADES

We but offend him. Strike!”

“Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;

Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face

Hath to the marbled mansion all above

Never presented!–O, a root,–dear thanks!–

Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;

Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts

And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,

That from it all consideration slips!

Enter APEMANTUS

More man? plague, plague!

APEMANTUS

I was directed hither: men report

Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

TIMON

‘Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,

Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!”

“Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;

Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot

That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,

By putting on the cunning of a carper.

Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive

By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,

And let his very breath, whom thou’lt observe,

Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,

And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;

Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid welcome

To knaves and all approachers: ‘tis most just

That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,

Rascals should have ‘t. Do not assume my likeness.”

“A madman so long, now a fool. What, think’st

That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,

Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss’d trees,

That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,

And skip where thou point’st out? will the

cold brook,

Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,

To cure thy o’er-night’s surfeit? Call the creatures

Whose naked natures live in an the spite

Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,

To the conflicting elements exposed,

Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;

O, thou shalt find–

TIMON

A fool of thee: depart.

APEMANTUS

I love thee better now than e’er I did.

TIMON

I hate thee worse.

APEMANTUS

Why?

TIMON

Thou flatter’st misery.

APEMANTUS

I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.

TIMON

Why dost thou seek me out?

APEMANTUS

To vex thee.

TIMON

Always a villain’s office or a fool’s.

Dost please thyself in’t?

APEMANTUS

Ay.

TIMON

What! a knave too?

APEMANTUS

If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on

To castigate thy pride, ‘twere well: but thou

Dost it enforcedly; thou’ldst courtier be again,

Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery

Outlives encertain pomp, is crown’d before:

The one is filling still, never complete;

The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,

Hath a distracted and most wretched being,

Worse than the worst, content.

Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.”

“…But myself,

Who had the world as my confectionary,

The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men

At duty, more than I could frame employment,

That numberless upon me stuck as leaves

Do on the oak, hive with one winter’s brush

Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare

For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,

That never knew but better, is some burden:

Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time

Hath made thee hard in’t. Why shouldst thou hate men?

They never flatter’d thee: what hast thou given?

If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,

Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff

To some she beggar and compounded thee

Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!

If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,

Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.”

“That the whole life of Athens were in this!

Thus would I eat it.

Eating a root”

“APEMANTUS

What wouldst thou have to Athens?

TIMON

Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,

Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

APEMANTUS

Here is no use for gold.

TIMON

The best and truest;

For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

APEMANTUS

Where liest o’ nights, Timon?

TIMON

Under that’s above me.

Where feed’st thou o’ days, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat

it.

TIMON

Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

APEMANTUS

Where wouldst thou send it?

TIMON

To sauce thy dishes.

APEMANTUS

The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the

extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt

and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much

curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art

despised for the contrary. There’s a medlar for

thee, eat it.

TIMON

On what I hate I feed not.

APEMANTUS

Dost hate a medlar?

TIMON

Ay, though it look like thee.

APEMANTUS

An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst

have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou

ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?”

“APEMANTUS

What things in the world canst thou nearest compare

to thy flatterers?

TIMON

Women nearest; but men, men are the things

themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,

Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

APEMANTUS

Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.”

“TIMON

A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t’

attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would

beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would

eat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion would

suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused by

the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would

torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a

breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy

greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst

hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the

unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and

make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert

thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse:

wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the

leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to

the lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on

thy life: all thy safety were remotion and thy

defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that

were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art

thou already, that seest not thy loss in

transformation!

APEMANTUS

If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou

mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of

Athens is become a forest of beasts.

TIMON

How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?

APEMANTUS

Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of

company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it

and give way: when I know not what else to do, I’ll

see thee again.

TIMON

When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be

welcome. I had rather be a beggar’s dog than Apemantus.”

“TIMON

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

APEMANTUS

A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.

TIMON

All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

APEMANTUS

There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.

TIMON

If I name thee.

I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

APEMANTUS

I would my tongue could rot them off!

TIMON

Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!

Choler does kill me that thou art alive;

I swound to see thee.

APEMANTUS

Would thou wouldst burst!

TIMON

Away,

Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose

A stone by thee.

Throws a stone at him

APEMANTUS

Beast!

TIMON

Slave!

APEMANTUS

Toad!

TIMON

Rogue, rogue, rogue!

I am sick of this false world, and will love nought

But even the mere necessities upon ‘t.

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

Lie where the light foam the sea may beat

Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,

That death in me at others’ lives may laugh.”

“APEMANTUS

Live, and love thy misery.

TIMON

Long live so, and so die.

Exit APEMANTUS

I am quit.

Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

Enter Banditti

First Bandit

Where should he have this gold? It is some poor

fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the

mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his

friends, drove him into this melancholy.”

“Banditti

Save thee, Timon.

TIMON

Now, thieves?

Banditti

Soldiers, not thieves.

TIMON

Both too; and women’s sons.

Banditti

We are not thieves, but men that much do want.”

“First Bandit

We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,

As beasts and birds and fishes.

TIMON

Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;

You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con

That you are thieves profess’d, that you work not

In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft

In limited professions. Rascal thieves,

Here’s gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o’ the grape,

Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,

And so ‘scape hanging: trust not the physician;

His antidotes are poison, and he slays

Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;

Do villany, do, since you protest to do’t,

Like workmen. I’ll example you with thievery.

The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea: the moon’s an arrant thief,

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:

The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves

The moon into salt tears: the earth’s a thief,

That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen

From general excrement: each thing’s a thief:

The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power

Have uncheque’d theft. Love not yourselves: away,

Rob one another. There’s more gold. Cut throats:

All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,

Break open shops; nothing can you steal,

But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this

I give you; and gold confound you howsoe’er! Amen.”

“What an alteration of honour

Has desperate want made!

What viler thing upon the earth than friends

Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!

How rarely does it meet with this time’s guise,

When man was wish’d to love his enemies!

Grant I may ever love, and rather woo

Those that would mischief me than those that do!

Has caught me in his eye: I will present

My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,

Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

TIMON

Away! what art thou?

FLAVIUS

Have you forgot me, sir?”

“I never had honest man about me, I; all

I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

FLAVIUS

The gods are witness,

Ne’er did poor steward wear a truer grief

For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.”

“TIMON

What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I

love thee,

Because thou art a woman, and disclaim’st

Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give

But thorough lust and laughter. Pity’s sleeping:

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!”

“TIMON

Had I a steward

So true, so just, and now so comfortable?

It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.

Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man

Was born of woman.

Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,

You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim

One honest man–mistake me not–but one;

No more, I pray,–and he’s a steward.

How fain would I have hated all mankind!

And thou redeem’st thyself: but all, save thee,

I fell with curses.

Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;

For, by oppressing and betraying me,

Thou mightst have sooner got another service:

For many so arrive at second masters,

Upon their first lord’s neck. But tell me true–

For I must ever doubt, though ne’er so sure–

Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,

If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,

Expecting in return twenty for one?”

“That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,

Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,

Care of your food and living; and, believe it,

My most honour’d lord,

For any benefit that points to me,

Either in hope or present, I’ld exchange

For this one wish, that you had power and wealth

To requite me, by making rich yourself.

TIMON

Look thee, ‘tis so! Thou singly honest man,

Here, take: the gods out of my misery

Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;

But thus condition’d: thou shalt build from men;

Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,

But let the famish’d flesh slide from the bone,

Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs

What thou deny’st to men; let prisons swallow ‘em,

Debts wither ‘em to nothing; be men like

blasted woods,

And may diseases lick up their false bloods!

And so farewell and thrive.”

ACT V

SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon’s cave.

“Painter

Good as the best. Promising is the very air o’ the

time: it opens the eyes of expectation:

performance is ever the duller for his act; and,

but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the

deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is

most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind

of will or testament which argues a great sickness

in his judgment that makes it.”

“First Senator

O, forget

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.

The senators with one consent of love

Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought

On special dignities, which vacant lie

For thy best use and wearing.

Second Senator

They confess

Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:

Which now the public body, which doth seldom

Play the recanter, feeling in itself

A lack of Timon’s aid, hath sense withal

Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;

And send forth us, to make their sorrow’d render,

Together with a recompense more fruitful

Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;

Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth

As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs

And write in thee the figures of their love,

Ever to read them thine.”

“TIMON

Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:

If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,

And take our goodly aged men by the beards,

Giving our holy virgins to the stain

Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain’d war,

Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,

In pity of our aged and our youth,

I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,

And let him take’t at worst; for their knives care not,

While you have throats to answer: for myself,

There’s not a whittle in the unruly camp

But I do prize it at my love before

The reverend’st throat in Athens. So I leave you

To the protection of the prosperous gods,

As thieves to keepers.

FLAVIUS

Stay not, all’s in vain.”

“TIMON

I have a tree, which grows here in my close,

That mine own use invites me to cut down,

And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,

Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree

From high to low throughout, that whoso please

To stop affliction, let him take his haste,

Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,

And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.”

“TIMON

Come not to me again: but say to Athens,

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion

Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;

Who once a day with his embossed froth

The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,

And let my grave-stone be your oracle.

Lips, let sour words go by and language end:

What is amiss plague and infection mend!

Graves only be men’s works and death their gain!

Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

Retires to his cave”

SCENE II. Before the walls of Athens.

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SCENE III. The woods. Timon’s cave, and a rude tomb seen.

“Soldier

(…)

Timon is dead, who hath outstretch’d his span:

Some beast rear’d this; there does not live a man.

Dead, sure; and this his grave. What’s on this tomb

I cannot read; the character I’ll take with wax:

Our captain hath in every figure skill,

An aged interpreter, though young in days:

Before proud Athens he’s set down by this,

Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.

Exit”

SCENE IV. Before the walls of Athens.

“First Senator

All have not offended;

For those that were, it is not square to take

On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,

Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,

Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:

Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin

Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall

With those that have offended: like a shepherd,

Approach the fold and cull the infected forth,

But kill not all together.”

“Second Senator

Throw thy glove,

Or any token of thine honour else,

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress

And not as our confusion, all thy powers

Shall make their harbour in our town, till we

Have seal’d thy full desire.

ALCIBIADES

Then there’s my glove;

Descend, and open your uncharged ports:

Those enemies of Timon’s and mine own

Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof

Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears

With my more noble meaning, not a man

Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream

Of regular justice in your city’s bounds,

But shall be render’d to your public laws

At heaviest answer.

Both

‘Tis most nobly spoken.

ALCIBIADES

Descend, and keep your words.

The Senators descend, and open the gates

Enter Soldier

Soldier

My noble general, Timon is dead;

Entomb’d upon the very hem o’ the sea;

And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which

With wax I brought away, whose soft impression

Interprets for my poor ignorance.

ALCIBIADES

[Reads the epitaph] ‘Here lies a

wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:

Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked

caitiffs left!

Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:

Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay

not here thy gait.’

(…) Dead

Is noble Timon: of whose memory

Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,

And I will use the olive with my sword,

Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each

Prescribe to other as each other’s leech.

Let our drums strike.

Exeunt

The End”