The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare (moboreader .TXT) π
The world will be thy widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
Shall hate be fairer lodged than
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PHILOTUS. I am of your fear for that.
TITUS. Iβll show you how tβ observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.
HORTENSIUS. Most true, he does.
TITUS. And he wears jewels now of Timonβs gift, For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUS. It is against my heart.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Mark how strange it shows Timon in this should pay more than he owes; And eβen as if your lord should wear rich jewels And send for money for βem.
HORTENSIUS. Iβm weary of this charge, the gods can witness; I know my lord hath spent of Timonβs wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
FIRST VARROβS SERVANT. Yes, mineβs three thousand crowns; whatβs yours?
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Five thousand mine.
FIRST VARROβS SERVANT. βTis much deep; and it should seem by thβ
sum
Your masterβs confidence was above mine, Else surely his had equallβd.
Enter FLAMINIUS
TITUS. One of Lord Timonβs men.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
FLAMINIUS. No, indeed, he is not.
TITUS. We attend his lordship; pray signify so much.
FLAMINIUS. I need not tell him that; he knows you are to diligent.
Exit
Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.
TITUS. Do you hear, sir?
SECOND VARROβS SERVANT. By your leave, sir.
FLAVIUS. What do ye ask of me, my friend?
TITUS. We wait for certain money here, sir.
FLAVIUS. Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting, βTwere sure enough.
Why then preferrβd you not your sums and bills When your false masters eat of my lordβs meat?
Then they could smile, and fawn upon his debts, And take down thβ intβrest into their gluttβnous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; Let me pass quietly.
Believeβt, my lord and I have made an end: I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
FLAVIUS. If βtwill not serve, βtis not so base as you, For you serve knaves. Exit FIRST VARROβS SERVANT. How! What does his cashierβd worship mutter?
SECOND VARROβS SERVANT. No matter what; heβs poor, and thatβs revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.
Enter SERVILIUS
TITUS. O, hereβs Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
SERVILIUS. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much fromβt; for takeβt of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him; heβs much out of health and keeps his chamber.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Many do keep their chambers are not sick; And if it be so far beyond his health, Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, And make a clear way to the gods.
SERVILIUS. Good gods!
TITUS. We cannot take this for answer, sir.
FLAMINIUS. [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following TIMON. What, are my doors opposβd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now, Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Put in now, Titus.
TITUS. My lord, here is my bill.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Hereβs mine.
HORTENSIUS. And mine, my lord.
BOTH VARROβS SERVANTS. And ours, my lord.
PHILOTUS. All our bills.
TIMON. Knock me down with βem; cleave me to the girdle.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Alas, my lordβ
TIMON. Cut my heart in sums.
TITUS. Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON. Tell out my blood.
LUCIUSβ SERVANT. Five thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMON. Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours?
FIRST VARROβS SERVANT. My lordβ
SECOND VARROβS SERVANT. My lordβ
TIMON. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! Exit HORTENSIUS. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money. These debts may well be callβd desperate ones, for a madman owes βem. Exeunt Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS
TIMON. They have eβen put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? Devils!
FLAVIUS. My dear lordβ
TIMON. What if it should be so?
FLAMINIUS. My lordβ
TIMON. Iβll have it so. My steward!
FLAVIUS. Here, my lord.
TIMON. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again: Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius-all.
Iβll once more feast the rascals.
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 it not in thy care.
Go, I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and Iβll provide. Exeunt
SCENE V.
The Senate House
Enter three SENATORS at one door, ALCIBIADES meeting them, with attendants FIRST SENATOR. My lord, you have my voice toβt: the faultβs bloody.
βTis necessary he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
SECOND SENATOR. Most true; the law shall bruise him.
ALCIBIADES. Honour, health, and compassion, to the Senate!
FIRST SENATOR. Now, Captain?
ALCIBIADES. I am an humble suitor to your virtues; For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood Hath steppβd into the law, which is past depth To those that without heed do plunge intoβt.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice-An honour in him which buys out his fault-But with a noble fury and fair spirit, Seeing his reputation touchβd to death, He did oppose his foe;
And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behove his anger ere βtwas spent, As if he had but provβd an argument.
FIRST SENATOR. You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair; Your words have took such pains as if they labourβd To bring manslaughter into form and set Quarrelling upon the head of valour; which, indeed, Is valour misbegot, and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born.
Heβs truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe,
And make his wrongs his outsides,
To wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And neβer prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, What folly βtis to hazard life for ill!
ALCIBIADES. My lordβ
FIRST SENATOR. You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
ALCIBIADES. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me If I speak like a captain:
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And not endure all threats? Sleep uponβt, And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we Abroad? Why, then, women are more valiant, That stay at home, if bearing carry it; And the ass more captain than the lion; the fellow Loaden with irons wiser than the judge, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, As you are great, be pitifully good.
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sinβs extremest gust; But, in defence, by mercy, βtis most just.
To be in anger is impiety;
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.
SECOND SENATOR. You breathe in vain.
ALCIBIADES. In vain! His service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
FIRST SENATOR. Whatβs that?
ALCIBIADES. Why, I say, my lords, 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!
SECOND SENATOR. He has made too much plenty with βem.
Heβs a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often Drowns him and takes his valour prisoner.
If there were no foes, that were enough To overcome him. In that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages
And cherish factions. βTis inferrβd to us His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
FIRST SENATOR. He dies.
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 βem both; And, for I know your reverend ages love Security, Iβll 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 receiveβt 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. Must it be so? It must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
SECOND SENATOR. How!
ALCIBIADES. Call me to your remembrances.
THIRD SENATOR. What!
ALCIBIADES. I cannot think but your age has forgot me; It could not else be I should prove so base To sue, and be denied such common grace.
My wounds ache at you.
FIRST SENATOR. Do you dare our anger?
βTis in few words, but spacious in effect: We banish thee for ever.
ALCIBIADES. Banish me!
Banish your dotage! Banish usury
That makes the Senate ugly.
FIRST SENATOR. If after two daysβ shine Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit, He shall be executed presently. Exeunt SENATORS
ALCIBIADES. Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you!
Iβm worse than mad; I have kept back their foes, While they have told their money and let out Their coin upon large interest, I myself Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring Senate Pours into captainsβ wounds? Banishment!
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banishβd; It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, That I may strike at Athens. Iβll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
βTis honour with most lands to be at odds; Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. Exit
SCENE VI.
A banqueting hall in TIMONβS house
Music. Tables set out; servants attending. Enter divers LORDS, friends of TIMON, at several doors
FIRST LORD. The good time of day to you, sir.
SECOND LORD. I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
FIRST LORD. Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we encountβred.
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 conjurβd 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 hereβs 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, sir-here he comes.
Enter TIMON and attendants TIMON. With
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