♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Brooding piano music plays ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Mid-tempo dance music plays ] [ Indistinct chatter ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Good day, sir.

I am glad you're well.

I have not seen you long.

How goes the world?

It wears, sir, as it grows.

Ay, that's well known.

Mm-hmm.

But what particular rarity, what strange, Which manifold record not matches?

See, Magic of bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend.

I know the merchant.

I know them both.

Th' other's a jeweler.

O, 'tis a worthy lord!

Nay, that's most fixed.

A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness.

Oh, he passed.

I have a jewel here... O, pray, let's see 't.

For the Lord Timon, sir?

If he will touch the estimate.

But for that -- When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.

'Tis a good form.

And rich.

Here is a water, look ye.

You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord.

A thing slipped idly from me.

Our poetry is as a gum which oozes From whence 'tis nourished.

The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and, like the current, flies Each bank it chases.

What have you there?

A picture, sir.

When comes your book forth?

Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.

Let's see your piece.

'Tis a good piece.

[ Gasps ] So 'tis.

This comes off well and excellent.

Indifferent.

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.

It is a pretty mocking of the life.

Here is a touch.

Is 't good?

I will say of it, It tutors nature.

Artificial strife Lives in these touches livelier than life.

How this lord is followed.

The senators of Athens, happy men.

You see how all conditions, how all minds, tender down their services to Lord Timon.

I have in this rough work shaped out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment.

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.

I saw them speak together.

Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feigned Fortune to be throned.

The base o' th' mount Is ranked with all deserts, all kind of natures That labor on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states.

Amongst them all Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed, 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.

'Tis conceived to scope.

This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckoned from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well expressed In our condition.

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.

Ay, marry, what of these?

When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants, Which labored after him to the mountain's top Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.

'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.

Imprisoned is he, say you?

Ay, my good lord.

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

Your honorable letter he desires To those have shut him up, which failing Periods his comfort.

Noble Ventidius.

Well, I am not of that feather to shake off 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.

Your Lordship ever binds him.

Commend me to him.

I will send his ransom; And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me.

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

Hear, hear!

Hear, hear!

Old Athenian: Lord Timon!

Lord Timon, hear me speak.

Freely, good father.

Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

I have so.

What of him?

Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

Attends he here or no?

Lucilius!

Here, at your Lordship's service.

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

Now I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift, And my estate deserves an heir more raised Than one that holds a trencher.

Well.

What further?

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.

The man is honest.

Therefore he will be, Timon.

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

Does she love him?

She is young and apt.

Our own precedent passions instruct us What levity's in youth.

Love you the maid?

Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.

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 dispossess her all.

How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equal husband?

Three talents on the present; in future, all.

This gentleman of mine hath served 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.

Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honor, she is his.

[ Audience laughs ] My hand to thee; mine honor on my promise.

Humbly I thank your Lordship.

Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you.

[ Cheers and applause ] Vouchsafe my labor, and long live your Lordship.

I thank you.

You shall hear from me anon.

Go not away.

What have you there, my friend?

A piece of painting which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept.

Painting is welcome.

Ah!

The painting is almost the natural man, For since dishonor traffics with man's nature, He is but outside; these penciled 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.

The gods preserve you.

Well fare you, gentleman.

Give me your hand.

We must needs dine together.

[ Clears throat ] Sir, your jewel Hath suffered under praise.

What, my lord?

Dispraise?

A mere satiety of commendations.

If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extolled, It would unclew me quite.

[ Laughter ] My lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would give.

But you well know Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prizd by their masters.

Believe 't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

[ Scoffs ] Well mocked.

No, my good lord.

He speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him.

Look who comes here.

Will you be chid?

We'll bear, with your Lordship.

He'll spare none.

Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus.

Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow- When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

[ Laughter ] Why dost thou call them knaves?

Thou know'st them not.

Are they not Athenians?

[ Audience laughs ] Yes.

Then I repent not.

Jeweller: You know me, Apemantus?

Thou know'st I do.

I called thee by thy name.

Thou art proud, Apemantus.

[ Scoffs ] Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

Whither art going?

To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

That's a deed thou 'lt die for.

Right, if doing nothing be death by th' law.

[ Laughter ] How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?

The best, for the innocence.

Wrought he not well that painted it?

He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

[ Laughter ] Painter: You're a dog.

Oh!

Thy mother's of my generation.

What's she, if I be a dog?

-All: Ooh!

Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

No.

I eat not lords.

An thou shouldst, thou 'dst anger ladies.

O, they eat lords.

So they come by great bellies.

Ah...That's a lascivious apprehension.

So thou apprehend'st it.

Take it for thy labor.

How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

Not so well as plain-dealing, What dost thou think 'tis worth?

Not worth my thinking.

How now, poet?

How now, philosopher?

Thou liest.

Art not one?

Yes.

Then I lie not.

Art not a poet?

Yes.

Then thou liest.

Look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

[ Indistinct shouting ] That's not feigned.

He is so.

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

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer.

Heavens, that I were a lord!

What wouldst do then, Apemantus?

E'en as Apemantus does now -- hate a lord with my heart.

What?

Thyself?

Ay.

Wherefore?

That I had no angry wit to be a lord.

[ Laughter ] Art not thou a merchant?

Ay, Apemantus.

Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not.

If traffic do it, the gods do it.

Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound thee!

Messenger: [ Clears throat ] Timon: How now, what news?

'Tis Alcibiades and Timandros, sir, your honored guest tonight.

Pray, entertain them.

Give them guide to us.

You must needs dine with me.

Go not you hence Till I have thanked you.

When dinner's done Show me this piece.

I am joyful of your sights.

Most welcome, sir.

-All: Hear, hear!

Congratulations!

Hear, hear!

[ Unenthusiastically ] Hear, hear, hear, hear.

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 saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight.

Right welcome, sir.

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures.

Pray you, let us in.

[ Audience laughs ] First Lord: What time is't, Apemantus?

Apemantus: Time to be honest.

That time serves still.

Oh, then why dost thou neglect it?

Second Lord: Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?

Ay, to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools.

Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.

Why, Apemantus?

Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

Hang thyself.

No, I will do nothing at thy bidding.

Make thy requests to thy friend.

Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.

[ Laughs ] [ Chuckles ] I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' ass.

[ Laughter ] He's opposite to humanity.

Come, shall we in And taste Lord Timon's bounty?

He outgoes The very heart of kindness.

He pours it out.

Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward.

No deed but he repays Seven times above itself.

No gift to him But breeds the giver a return exceeding All rates of interest.

The noblest mind he carries That ever governed man.

Long may he live in fortunes.

Shall we in?

I'll keep you company.

Good!

[ Up-tempo dance music plays ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Indistinct chatter ] Ventidius!

[ Cheers and applause ] Most honored 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.

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.

A noble spirit!

[ Cheers and applause ] Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised 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.

My Lord, we always have confessed it.

Pray, sit.

More welcome are you to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me.

O Apemantus, you are welcome.

Apemantus: No, you shall not make me welcome.

I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

Fie, thou 'rt a churl.

You've got a humor there Does not become a man.

'Tis much to blame.

They say, my lords, Ira furor brevis est, yond man is ever angry.

Go, let him have a table by himself, [ Laughter ] For he does neither affect company, nor is he fit for 't indeed.

Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon.

I come to observe; I give thee warning on 't.

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.

I scorn thy meat.

'Twould 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 invite them without knives.

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 draft, is the readiest man to kill him.

[ Grunts ] [ Laughter ] 'T 'as been proved.

If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals, Lest they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes.

Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

My lord, in heart!

And let the health go round.

Second Lord: Let it flow this way, my good lord.

"Flow this way"?

That's a brave fellow.

Now here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, [ Guests boo ] which ne'er left man i' th' mire.

This and my food are equals.

There's no odds.

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

Um... Apemantus, grace.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf.

I pray for no man but myself.

[ Guests chuckle ] Grant I may never prove so fond To trust man on his oath or bond.

[ Laughter ] 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.

Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Alcibiades: [ Imitates removing clip] [ Imitates grenade whistling ] [ Imitates explosion ] [ Laughter ] Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends.

So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em.

I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

Would all those flatterers were thine enemies, then, that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em.

[ Laughs ] Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves forever perfect.

To Timon.

All: To Timon!

O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you.

How had you been my friends else?

Why have you that charitable title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart?

I have told more of you to myself than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf.

And thus far I confirm you.

O you gods, think I, what need we have any friends if we should ne'er have need of 'em?

They were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keeps their sounds to themselves.

[ Laughter ] Why, I have often wished myself poorer that That I might come nearer to you.

We are born to do benefits.

And what better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends?

O, what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes.

O, joy's e'en made away ere 't can be born!

Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks.

To forget their faults, I drink to you.

All: To you Timon.

Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.

Joy had the like conception in our eyes And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.

[ Laughs ] Ho, ho!

I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.

Oh, Much!

Messenger: My Lord.

How now?

What news?

Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

Ladies?

[ Laughter ] What are their wills?

There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office to signify their pleasures.

I pray, let them be admitted.

[ Cheers and applause ] 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.

There Taste, touch, all, pleased from thy table rise; I said get out now!

[ Audience laughs ] That's better.

They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

They're welcome all.

Let 'em have kind admittance.

Music, make their welcome!

You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.

[ Slow dance music plays ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Hoy-day!

What a sweep of vanity comes this way.

They dance?

They are madwomen.

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 depravd 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 'as been done.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

♪♪♪ [ Up-tempo hypnotic dance music plays ] Whoo!

[ Indistinct chatter ] That's right, honey, take your seat.

Here we go!

[ Cheering ] [ Indistinct ] ♪♪♪ Oh, yeah, that'll loosen that tie.

♪♪♪ Whoo!

♪♪♪ [ Trilling ] ♪♪♪ Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

[ All trilling ] Whoo!

Alright, fellas, put your hands together.

Come on, soldier boy.

Whoo!

[ Clapping rhythmically ] Oh, yeah, take you a little sip of that water.

It's getting hot in here, isn't it?

Whoo!

♪♪♪ [ Cheering ] I love your suit, honey.

Blue suits you.

Whoo!

I'm parched give me a little sip of that.

♪♪♪ [ Up-tempo dance music plays ] You right there.

Come on over here, honey.

Turn around.

[ Whooping and cheering ] Was that good for you?

It was so good for me.

[ Indistinct chatter ] [ Mid-tempo dance music plays ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Up-tempo dance music plays ] ♪♪♪ All: Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

[ Mid-tempo dance music plays ] ♪♪♪ [ Whooping and cheering ] ♪♪♪ All: Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

[ Whooping and cheering ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Here we go!

All: Whoo!

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Whooping and cheering ] [ Music stops ] [ Laughter and applause ] [ Applause ] You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, set a fair fashion on our entertainment, which was not half so beautiful and kind.

You have added worth unto 't and luster, and entertained me with mine own device.

I am to thank you for 't.

My lord, you take us even at the best.

Faith, for the worst is filthy.

[ Man boos ] Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you.

Please you to dispose yourselves.

Most thankfully, my lord.

[ Cheers and applause ] -Flavius.

-My lord?

The little casket bring me hither.

Yes, my lord.

More jewels yet?

There is no crossing him in 's humor; Else I should tell him well, i' faith I should.

When all's spent, he'd be crossed then, and he could.

O my friends, I have one word To say to you.

Look you, my good lord, I must entreat you, honor me so much as to advance this jewel.

Accept it and wear it, kind my lord.

I am so far already in your gifts.

-And so are we all.

-So are we all.

My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate newly alighted and come to visit you.

They are fairly welcome.

I beseech Your Honor, vouchsafe me a word.

It does concern you near.

Near?

Why, then, another time I'll hear thee.

Prithee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.

I scarce know how.

Servant: May it please Your Honor, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milk-white horses trapped in silver.

I shall accept them fairly.

Let the presents be worthily entertained.

Please you, my lord, that honorable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent Your Honor two brace of greyhounds.

I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, not without fair reward.

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 ev'ry word.

He is so kind that he how pays interest for 't.

His land's put to their books.

Well, would I were gently put out of office before I were sent out.

I bleed inwardly for my lord.

You do yourselves much wrong.

You bate too much of your own merits.

Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

With more than humble thanks will I receive it.

O, he's the very soul of bounty!

And now I remember, My Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode in.

'Tis yours because you liked it.

Oh!

O, I beseech you, pardon me, My Lord, in that.

You may take my word, My Lord.

I know no man can justly praise but what he does affect.

I weigh my friends' affection with my own.

I tell you true, I'll call to you.

O, none so welcome.

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 as charity to thee, for all thy living is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast lie in a pitched field.

Ay, defiled land, My Lord.

First Lord: We are so virtuously bound.

-And so am I to you.

-So infinitely endeared.

All to you.

Lights, more lights.

The best of happiness, honor, and fortune keep with you, Lord Timon.

Ready for his friends.

[ Chuckles ] What a coil's here, serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!

I doubt whether their boughs 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.

Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee.

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 giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly.

What needs these feasts, pomps, and vainglories?

Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you.

Farewell, and come with better music.

So, thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.

I'll lock thy heaven from thee.

[ Lords cheering ] O, that men's ears should be to counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

♪♪♪ And late five thousand.

Hmm?

To Varro and to Isidore he owes nine thousand, besides my former sum, which makes it five-and-twenty.

Still in motion of raging waste!

It cannot hold; it will not.

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 all that pass by.

It cannot hold.

No reason can sound his state in safety.

Caphis, haste you to Lord Timon.

Importune him for my moneys.

Be not ceased with slight denial, but tell him -- Tell him my uses cry to me.

I must serve my turn out of mine own.

His days and times are past, and my reliances on his fracted dates have smit my credit.

I love and honor him but must not break my back to heal his finger, hmm?

Immediate are my needs, and my relief must not be tossed and turned 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.

I go, sir.

Ay, go.

Take the bonds along with you and have the dates in.

I will, sir.

Come.

Go!

♪♪♪ No care, no stop, so senseless of expense that he will neither know how to maintain it nor cease his flow of riot.

Takes no account how things go from him nor resumes no care of what is to continue.

Never mind was to be so unwise to be so kind.

What shall be done?

He will not hear till feel.

I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.

Fie, fie, fie, fie!

Good even, Varro.

What, you come for money?

Is 't not your business, too?

It is.

And yours, too, Isidore?

It is so.

Would we were all discharged!

I fear it.

Here comes the lord.

So soon as dinner's done we'll forth again, my Alcibiades.

With me?

What is your will?

My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

Dues?

Whence are you?

Of Athens here, my lord.

Go to my steward.

Please it Your Lordship, he hath put me off to the succession of new days this month.

My master is awaked by great occasion to call upon his own and humbly prays you that with your other noble parts you'll suit in giving him his right.

Mine honest friend, I prithee but repair to me next morning.

Nay, good My Lord.

Contain thyself, good friend.

One Varro's servant, My Good Lord.

From Isidore, he humbly prays your speedy payment.

If you did know, My Lord, my master's wants.

'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.

Your steward puts me off, My Lord, and I'm sent expressly to Your Lordship.

Give me breath.

I-I do beseech you, good My Lord, keep on.

I'll wait upon you instantly.

Come hither.

Pray you, how goes the world that I am thus encountered with clamorous demands of broken bonds, and the detention of long-since-due debts against my honor?

Please you, good brokers, the time is unagreeable to this business.

Your importunacy cease till after dinner, that I may make his Lordship understand wherefore you are not paid.

Do so, my friends.

See them well entertained.

Pray, draw near.

Pray you!

Walk near.

I'll speak with you anon.

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.

You would not hear me.

At many leisures I proposed -- Go to.

Perchance some single vantages you took where my indisposition put you back, and that unaptness made your minister thus to excuse yourself.

O, my good lord, at many times I brought in my accounts, laid them before you.

You would throw them off and say you found them in mine honesty.

When for some trifling present you have bid me return so much, I have shook my head and wept.

Yea, 'gainst th' authority of manners prayed you to hold your hand more close.

I did endure not seldom nor no slight checks when I have prompted you in the ebb of your estate and your great flow of debts.

My Lov'd Lord, though you hear now too late, yet now's a time.

The greatest of your having lacks a half to pay your present debts.

[ Sighs ] Let all my land be sold.

Oh.

'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone, and what remains will hardly stop the mouth of present dues.

The future comes apace.

What shall defend the interim?

And at length how goes our reck'ning?

To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

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!

You tell me true.

If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, call me before th' exactest auditors, and set me on the proof.

So the gods bless me, when all our offices have been oppressed with riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept with drunken spilth of wine, when every room hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cot and set mine eyes at flow.

Prithee, no more.

Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!

How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants this night englutted.

Who is not Timon's?

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 and these flies are couched.

Come, sermon me no further.

No villainous bounty yet hath passed 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.

Assurance bless your thoughts!

And in some sort these wants of mine are crowned, 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!

My Lord.

My Lord.

My Lord.

I will dispatch you severally.

You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you.

I hunted with his Honor today; you to Sempronius.

Commend me to their loves, and I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money.

Let the request be fifty talents.

As you have said, my lord.

Lord Lucius and Lucullus?

Ha!

Go you, sir, to the Senators, of whom, even to the state's best health, I have deserved this hearing.

Bid 'em send o' th' instant a thousand talents to me.

I have been bold and to them used your signet and your name, but they do shake their heads, and I am here no richer in return.

Is 't true?

Can 't be?

They answer in a joint and corporate voice that now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot do what they would, are sorry.

You are honorable, but yet they could have wished -- they know not.

Something hath been amiss -- a noble nature may catch a wrench -- would all were well -- 'tis pity.

And so, intending other serious matters, after distasteful looks and cold-moving nods they froze me into silence.

You gods, reward them!

[ Scoffs ] Prithee, man, look cheerly.

These old fellows have their ingratitude in them hereditary.

Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; 'tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

Go to Ventidius.

Prithee, be not sad.

Thou art true and honest -- ingeniously I speak -- no blame belongs to thee.

Ventidius lately buried his father, by whose death he's stepped into a great estate.

When he was poor, imprisoned, and in scarcity of friends, I cleared him with five talents.

Greet him from me.

Bid him suppose some good necessity touches his friend, which craves to be remembered with those five talents.

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.

I would I could not think it.

That thought is bounty's foe; being free itself, it thinks all others so.

♪♪♪ I have told my lord of you.

He is coming.

I thank you, madam.

[ Lucullus vocalizing ] Here's my lord.

One of Lord Timon's men?

A gift, I warrant.

Why, this hits right.

I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer tonight.

[ Laughs ] Ahh.

Flaminius?

Honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir.

Fill me some wine.

And how does that honorable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?

Flaminius: His health is well, sir.

I am right glad that his health is well, sir.

And what hast thou there, pretty Flaminius?

[ Chuckles ] Faith, nothing but an empty hand, sir, which in my lord's behalf I come to entreat Your Honor to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to Your Lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

La, la, la, la.

"Nothing doubting" says he?

[ Sighs ] Alas, good lord!

A noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house.

Many a time and often I ha' dined with him and told him on 't, and come again to supper to him of purpose to have him spend less, and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

I ha' told him on 't, but I could ne'er get him from 't.

Please your Lordship, here is the wine.

Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.

Here's to thee.

Your Lordship speaks your pleasure.

I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit -- give thee thy due -- and one that knows what belongs to reason and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well.

Good parts in thee.

Draw nearer, honest Flaminius.

Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman, but thou art wise and thou know'st well enough, although thou com'st to me, that this is no time to lend money, [laughing] especially upon bare friendship, without security.

Here's three solidares for thee.

Good boy, wink at me, and say thou saw'st me not.

Fare thee well.

Is 't possible the world should so much differ, And we alive that lived?

Fly, damnd baseness, To him that worships thee!

[ Coin clatters ] Ha!

Now I see thou art a fool and fit for thy master.

May these add to the number that may scald thee!

Let molten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend and not himself!

[ Audience laughs ] Has friendship such a faint and milky heart It turns in less than two nights?

O you gods, I feel my master's passion.

This slave unto his honor has my lord's meat in him.

Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment When he is turned to poison?

O, may diseases only work upon 't, And when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature Which my lord paid for be of any power To expel sickness, but prolong his hour.

♪♪♪ [ Woman vocalizing ] Who, the Lord Timon?

He is my very good friend and an honorable gentleman.

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 on common rumor: now the Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.

Fie, no, do not believe it.

He cannot want for money.

But believe you this, my lord, that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents -- nay, urged extremely for 't, and showed what necessity belonged to 't, and yet was denied.

How?

I tell you, denied, my lord.

What a strange case was that!

Now, before the gods, I am ashamed on 't.

Denied that honorable man?

Hm.

There was very little honor showed in 't.

For my own part, I must needs confess I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and suchlike trifles, nothing comparing to his; and yet had he mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.

[ Laughs ] ♪♪♪ Servilius: See, by good hap, yonder's my lord.

I have sweat to see his Honor.

My honored lord.

Servilius.

You are kindly met, sir.

Fare thee well.

Commend me to thy honorable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

May it please your Honor, my lord hath sent -- Ha!

What has he sent?

I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending.

How shall I thank him, think'st thou?

And what has he sent now?

Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord, requesting your Lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.

[ Laughs ] I know his Lordship is but merry with me.

He cannot want fifty or five hundred talents.

But in the meantime he wants less, my lord.

If his occasion were not virtuous, I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honorable!

How unluckily it happened that I should purchase the day before and for a little part, and undo a great deal of honor!

Now before the gods, Servilius, I am not able to do -- the more beast, I say!

I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these can witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done 't now.

Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I hope his Honor will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind.

And tell him this for me: I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honorable gentleman.

Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far as to use mine own words to him?

Yes, sir, I shall.

I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.

True.

As you said, Timon is shrunk indeed, And he that's once denied will hardly speed.

Do you observe this, Hostilia?

Ay, too well.

Why, this is the world's soul, and just of the same piece is every flatterer's sport.

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.

Religion groans at it.

For mine own part, I never tasted Timon in my life, Nor came any of his bounties over me To mark me for his friend.

Yet I protest, for his right noble mind, illustrious virtue, And honorable carriage, had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into donation, And the best half should have returned to him, So much I love his heart.

But I perceive that men must learn now with pity to dispense, For policy sits above conscience.

♪♪♪ [ Bell clanging ] 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 redeemed from prison.

All these owes their estates unto him.

My lord, they have all been touched and found base metal, For they have all denied him.

How?

Have they denied him?

Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him, And does he send to me?

Three?

Humh!

It shows but little love or judgment in him.

Must I be his last refuge?

His friends, like physicians, thrive, give him over.

Must I take th' 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 occasions might have wooed 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 it last?

No.

So it may prove an argument of laughter to th' rest, And 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.

I'd 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 honor shall not know my coin.

Excellent!

Your Lordship's a goodly villain.

[ Audience laughs ] 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 employed Now to guard sure their master.

And this is all a liberal course allows: Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

Well met.

Good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

The like to you, kind Varro.

Lucius!

What, do we meet together?

Ay, and I think one business does command us all, For mine is money.

So is theirs and ours.

And, sir, Philotus' too.

Good day at once.

Welcome, good sister.

What do you think the hour?

Laboring for nine.

So much?

Is not my lord seen yet?

Not yet.

I wonder on 't.

He was wont to shine at seven.

Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him.

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.

I am of your fear for that.

I'll show you how t' observe a strange event.

Your lord sends now for money?

Most true, he does.

And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money.

It is against my heart.

Mark how strange it shows: Timon in this should pay more than he owes, It's e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels And send for money for 'em.

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.

Yes, mine's three thousand crowns.

What's yours?

Five thousand mine.

'Tis much deep, and it should seem by th' sum Your master's confidence was above mine, Else surely his had equaled.

One of Lord Timon's men.

Flaminius?

Sir, a word.

Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?

No, indeed he is not.

We attend his Lordship.

Pray, signify so much.

I need not tell him that.

He knows you are too diligent.

Is not that his steward?

[ All shouting ] What would you ask of me, my friend?

We wait for certain money here, sir.

Ay, If money were as certain as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough.

Why then preferred 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 th' int'rest into their glutt'nous 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.

Ay, but this answer will not serve.

If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you, For you serve knaves.

How?

What does his cashiered Worship mutter?

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.

O, here's Servilius.

Now we shall know some answer.

If I might beseech you, my good guests, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from 't.

For take 't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent.

His comfortable temper has forsook him.

He's much out of health and keeps his chamber.

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.

Good gods!

We cannot take this for answer, sir.

Flaminius: Servilius, help!

My lord, my lord!

What, are my doors opposed against my passage?

Have I been ever free, and must my house Be my retentive enemy, my jail?

The place which I have feasted, does it now, like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

-Put in now, Titus.

-My lord, here is my bill.

-Here's mine.

-And mine, my lord.

-And ours, my lord.

-All our bills.

Knock me down with 'em!

Cleave me to the girdle.

Alas, my lord -- Cut my heart in sums!

Mine, fifty talents.

Tell out my blood.

5,000 crowns, my lord.

5,000 drops pays that.

What yours?

And yours?

Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!

Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money.

These debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves!

Creditors?

Devils!

My dear lord -- What if it should be so?

My lord?

I'll have it so.

My steward!

Here, my lord.

So fitly?

Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius, all.

I'll once more feast the rascals.

O my lord, you only speak from your distracted soul.

There's not so much left to furnish out a moderate table.

Be it 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.

♪♪♪ My lord, you have my voice to 't.

The fault's bloody.

'Tis necessary he should die.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Most true.

The law shall bruise 'em.

Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate!

Now, captain?

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 stepped into the law, which is past depth to those that without heed do plunge into 't.

He is a man -- setting his fate aside -- of comely virtues.

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice -- An honor in him which buys out his fault -- But with a noble fury and fair spirit, Seeing his reputation touched to death, he did oppose his foe; And with such sober and unnoted passion, He did control his anger, ere 'twas spent, As if he had but proved an argument.

You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

Your words have took such pains as if they labored... To bring manslaughter into form and set quarreling Upon the head of valor -- which indeed Is valor misbegot, and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born.

He's 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 ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill, What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

My lord -- You cannot make gross sins look clear.

To revenge is no valor, but to bear.

My lords, then, under favor, pardon me If I speak like a captain.

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle And not endure all threats?

Sleep upon 't, And let the foes quietly cut their throats Without repugnancy?

If there be such valor 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 felon 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 sin's extremest gust, But in defense, 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.

You breathe in vain.

In vain?

His service done at Lacedaemon and Byzantium Were a sufficient briber for his life.

What's that?

Why, I say, my lords, has done fair service And slain in fight many of your enemies.

How full of valor did he bear himself in the last conflict, And made plenteous wounds!

He has made too much plenty with 'em.

He's a sworn rioter.

He has a sin That often drowns him and takes his valor 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.

'Tis inferred to us his days are foul and his drink dangerous.

He dies.

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 honor, 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.

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.

Must it be so?

It must not be.

My lords, I do beseech you, know me.

How?

Call me to your remembrances.

What?

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.

[ All shouting ] [ Straining ] Do you dare our anger?

'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect: We banish thee forever.

Banish me?

Banish your dotage, banish usury, That makes the Senate ugly!

If after two days' shine Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier judgment.

And, not to swell our spirit, he shall be executed presently.

Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live only in bone, that none may look on you!

I'm 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 captains' wounds?

Banishment!

It comes not ill.

I hate not to be banished.

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 honor with most lands to be at odds.

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Good time of day to you, sir.

I also wish it to you.

I think this honorable lord did but try us this other day.

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.

It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

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.

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.

I am sick of that grief, as I understand how all things go.

Every man here's so.

Hm.

What would he have borrowed of you?

Fifty thousand.

Fifty thousand?!

And of you?

He sent to me, s-- Here he comes.

With all my heart, gentlemen both!

And how fare you?

Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.

The swallow follows not summer more willingly than we your Lordship.

Nor more willingly leaves winter.

Such summer birds are men.

[ Chuckles ] Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay.

Feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so harshly of the trumpets' sound.

We shall to it presently.

I hope it goes not unkindly with your Lordship that I returned you an empty messenger.

-Sir, let it not trouble you.

-My noble lord!

Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

My most honorable lord, I am e'en sick of shame that when your Lordship sent to me this other day, I was so unfortunate a beggar.

O, sir, think not on it.

If you had sent but two hours before -- Let it not cumber your better remembrance.

Come, bring in all together!

All covered dishes.

Royal cheer, I warrant.

Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.

How do you?

What's the news?

Alcibiades is banished!

-Hear you of it?

-Both: Alcibiades banished?!

-'Tis so.

Be sure of it.

-Both: How?

I'll tell you more anon.

My worthy friends, will you draw near?

Here's a noble feast towards.

-Oh, here's the old man still.

-Will 't hold?

Will 't hold?

-It does, but time will and s-- -I do conceive.

Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress.

[ Chuckles ] 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.

For the rest of your foes, you 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!

-Water?

-Water.

What does his Lordship mean?

I know not.

May you a better feast never behold, you knot of mouth-friends!

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 villainy!

Live loathed and long, most smiling, smooth, detested parasites!

Ohh!

Courteous destroyers!

Affable wolves!

Meek bears!

Oh!

Fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, cap-and-knee slaves, vapors, 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!

[ All shouting ] 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!

Please, my lord!

Sink, Athens!

[ Grunting ] Henceforth hated be Of Timon... man and all humanity!

How now, my lords?!

Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

-Push!

Did you see my hat?

-I have lost my coat!

He's but a mad lord.

Naught but humor sway him.

He gave me a jewel, but he's knocked it out of me.

Have you seen my jewel?

Did you see my hat?

-Here 'tis!

-Here lies my coat.

-Let's make no stay.

-Lord Timon's mad.

I feel 't upon my bones!

One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones!

♪♪♪ [ Panting ] ♪♪♪ Let me look back upon thee.

O thou wall that girdles in those wolves, dive in the earth and fence not Athens!

Matrons, turn incontinent!

Obedience fail in children!

Slaves and fools pluck the gray wrinkled Senate from their bench and minister in their steads!

To general filths convert o' the instant green virginity!

Do it 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 in 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, neighborhood, instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, degrees, observances, customs, and laws!

Decline to your confounding contraries... and let confusion live!

Plagues!

Incident to man!

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 marrow of our youth, That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive and drown themselves in riot!

Itches, blains, sow all th' Athenian bosoms, and their crop be general leprosy!

Breath infect breath, That their society, as their friendship, may be merely poison!

Nothing I'll bear from thee but nakedness, thou detestable town!

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 this wall!

And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow to the whole race of mankind, high and low!

Amen.

[ Thunder crashes ] [ Thunder rumbling ] Hear you, Master Steward.

Where's our master?

Are we undone, cast off, nothing remaining?

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

Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, I am as poor as you.

Such a house broke?

So noble a master fallen, all gone, and not one friend to take his fortune by the arm and go along with him?

As we do turn our backs from our companion thrown into his grave, so his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away, leave their false vows with him, like empty purses picked.

And his poor self, a dedicated beggar to the air, with his disease of all-shunned poverty walks, like contempt, alone.

All broken implements of a ruined house.

Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery.

That see I by our faces.

We are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow.

Leaked 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.

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.

Nay.

Put out all your hands.

Not one word more.

Thus part we rich in sorrow.

Parting poor.

[ Thunder crashes ] [ Chuckles softly ] [ Thunder rumbling ] 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 mocked with glory, or live but in a dream of friendship, to have his pomp and all what state compounds but only painted, like his varnished friends?

Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, undone by goodness.

Strange unusual blood when man's worst sin is he does too much good.

Who then dares to be half so kind again?

For bounty, which makes gods, do still mar men.

My dearest lord... blest to be most accursed, rich only to be wretched, thy great fortunes are made thy chief afflictions.

Alas, kind lord!

He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat of monstrous friends, nor has he with him to supply his life, or that which can command it.

I'll follow and inquire him out.

[ Thunder crashes ] I'll ever serve his mind with my best will.

Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.

[ Thunder crashes ] [ Rain falling ] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ O bless'd breeding sun, draw from the Earth rotten humidity!

Below thy sister's orb infect the air!

Twinned brothers of one womb, whose procreation, residence, and birth scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes, the greater scorn the lesser.

Raise me this beggar, deny 't that lord.

The Senators shall bear contempt hereditary, the beggar native honor.

It is the pasture lards the brother'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 step of fortune is smoothed by that below.

The learn'd pate.

Ducks to the golden fool.

All's devious.

There's nothing level in our curs'd natures but direct villainy.

Therefore be abhorred all feasts, societies, throngs of men!

Destruction fang mankind!

[ Sighs ] Earth... yield me roots!

Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate with thy most operant poison!

[ Grunts ] [ Clanking ] What's here?

Ahh!

Gold!

Ha!

Yellow, glittering... precious gold!

No, gods!

I am no idle votarist!

Roots, you clear heavens!

Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.

Ha, you gods!

Why this?

What this, you gods?

Why, this will lug your priests and servants from your sides!

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 what make the worn-out widow wed again; she whom the spital house would heave and vomit at.

This embalms and spices to the April day again!

Come, damn'd earth!

Thou common whore of mankind!

I will make thee do thy right, nature.

Huh?

[ Engine rumbling ] Thou 'rt quick.

[ Engine shuts off ] But yet I'll bury thee.

Nay.

Stay thou out for earnest.

Timandra: Move, move, move!

Man: What art thou there?

Speak!

A beast, as thou art!

The canker gnaw thy heart for showing me again the eyes of man!

What is thy name?

Is man so hateful to thee that art thyself a man?

I am Misanthropos... and hate mankind!

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, that I might love thee something.

I know thee well.

But in thy fortunes am unlearned and strange.

I know thee, too, and more than that I know thee I not desire to know.

Follow thy drum!

With man's blood paint the ground red, red!

Religious canons, civil laws are cruel.

Then what should war be?

How came the noble Timon to this change?

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!

Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

None, but to maintain my opinion!

What is it, 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.

I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity!

I see them now.

Then was a bless'd time.

Is this the Athenian the world voiced so regardfully?

Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits are drowned and lost in his calamities.

I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, the want whereof doth daily make revolt in my penurious band.

I have heard and grieved how curs'd Athens, mindless of thy worth, forgetting thy great deeds when neighbor states, but for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them -- I prithee, beat thy drum and get thee gone!

I am thy friend and pity thee, dear Timon.

How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?

I had rather be alone.

Why, fare thee well.

Here is some gold for thee.

Keep it!

I cannot eat it!

When I have laid proud Athens on a heap -- Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?

Ay, Timon, and have cause.

The gods confound them all in thy conquest, And thee after, when thou hast conquered!

Why me, Timon?

That by killing of villains thou was 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 honored 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 armor 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 thy soldiers!

Make large confusion.

And, thy fury spent, confounded be thyself!

Speak not.

Begone.

Hast thou gold yet?

I'll take the gold thou givest me, not all thy counsel.

Dost thou or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee!

Give us some gold, good Timon.

Hast thou more?

Enough to make a whore forswear her trade.

Here's more gold.

Do you damn others, let this damn you, and ditches grave you all!

More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

I have given you earnest.

Strike up the drum toward Athens!

Farewell, Timon.

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

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

I never did thee harm.

Yes!

Thou spok'st well of me.

Call'st thou that harm?

Men daily find it.

Get thee away!

Take thy Beagles with thee!

We but offend him.

Strike!

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [ Groans ] [ Coughing ] [ Groans ] That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, should yet be hungry!

Common mother, thou whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast teems and feeds all!

Yield him whom all thy human sons do hate, from forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!

Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb!

Let it no more bring out ingrateful man.

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!

[ Chuckles ] A root!

Dear thanks!

[ Sighs ] Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plow-torn leas, whereof ingrateful man with liquorish drafts and morsels unctuous greases his pure mind, that from it all consideration slips more man?!

Plague!

Plague!

I was directed hither.

Men report thou dost affect my manners and dost use them.

'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog, whom I would imitate.

Consumption catch thee!

[ Chuckles ] This is in thee a nature but infected, a poor unmanly melancholy sprung from change of future.

Why this spade?

This place?

This slave-like habit and these looks of care?

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 was told thus.

Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters that bade welcome to knaves and all approachers.

'Tis most just that thou turn rascal.

Had'st thou wealth again, rascals should have it.

Do not assume my likeness.

Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.

Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself -- 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 moist trees that have outlived the eagle page thy heels and skip when thou point'st out?

Will the cold brook, candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste to cure thy o'ernight's surfeit?

Call the creatures whose naked natures live in all the spite of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhous'd trunks, to the conflicting elements exposed, answer mere nature.

Bid them flatter thee.

O, thou shalt find -- A fool of thee!

Depart!

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

I hate thee worse!

Why?

Thou flatter'st misery.

I flatter not but say thou art a caitiff.

Why dost thou seek me out?

To vex thee.

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

Dost please thyself in it?

-Ay.

-What, a knave too?

If thou didst put this sour cold habit on to castigate thy pride, 'twere well, but thou dost it enforcedly.

Thou'dst courtier be again were it thou not beggar.

Willing misery outlives uncertain pomp, is crowned 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 should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Not by his breath that is more miserable.

Thou art a slave whom fortune's tender arm with favor never clasped but bred a dog.

Hadst thou, like us from our first swathe, proceeded the sweet degrees that this brief world affords to such as may the passive drudges of it freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself in general riot, melted down thy youth in different beds of lust, and never learned the icy precepts of respect, but followed the sugared game before thee.

But myself, that 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, have with one winter's brush fell from their boughs and left me open, bare, to 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 it.

Why should'st thou hate men?

They never flattered 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, begone.

If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

-Art thou proud yet?

-Ay, that I am not thee!

I, that I was no prodigal.

I, that I am one now!

Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, I'd give thee leave to hang it.

Hence, be gone.

Ohh!

That the whole life of Athens were in this!

Thus would I eat it.

Here.

I will mend thy feast.

First mend my company.

Take away thyself.

So shall I mend mine own by the lack of thine.

'Tis not well mended so.

It is but botched.

If not, I would it were.

What wouldst thou have to Athens?

Thee thither in a whirlwind.

If thou wilt... tell them there I have gold.

Look.

So I have.

[ Chuckles ] [ Clattering ] [ Clattering ] Here is no use for gold.

The best and truest, for here it sleeps and does no hired harm.

Where liest a-nights, Timon?

Under that's above me.

Where feed'st thou a-days, Apemantus?

Where my stomach finds meat, or rather where I eat it.

Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

Where wouldst thou send it?

To sauce thy dishes.

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 delicacy.

In thy rags thou know'st none, but art despised for the contrary.

Here's a medlar for thee.

Eat it.

On what I hate I feed not!

Dost hate a medlar?

Ay, though it look like thee.

No -- An thou'dst hated medlars sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now.

What man didst thou ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?

Who, without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved?

Myself.

I understand thee.

Thou hadst some means to keep a dog.

[ Laughs ] What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers?

Women nearest, but men.

Men are the things themselves.

What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

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

Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men and remain a beast with the beasts?

Ay, Timon.

A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to attain to.

If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee.

If thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee.

If thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee.

If thou wert the ass, thy dullness should torment thee, and still thou lived'st 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.

All thy safety were in motion, and thy defense 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.

If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here.

Heh.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

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

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.

When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome.

Rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.

Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

A plague on thee!

Thou art too bad to curse.

All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.

If I name thee, I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

I would my tongue could rot them off!

Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!

Choler does kill me that thou art alive.

I swoon to see thee.

Would thou wouldst burst!

Away, thou tedious rogue!

I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee.

Ow!

Beast!

Rogue!

Slave!

Rogue!

Rogue!

[ Sighs ] Ah.

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 of the sea may beat thy gravestone daily.

Make thine epitaph, that I in death at others' lives may laugh.

O... thou sweet king-killer... and dear divorce 'twixt natural son and sire, thou bright defiler of Hymen's purest bed, thou valiant Mars, thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow that lies on Dian's lap; thou visible god, that sold'rest close impossibilities and mak'st them kiss, that speak'st with every tongue to every purpose!

Thou touch of hearts.

Think thy slave, man, rebels, and by thy virtue set them into confounding odds, that beasts may have the world in empire!

Would 'twere so.

But not till I am dead.

I'll say thou hast gold.

Thou wilt be thronged to shortly.

-Thronged to?

-Ay.

Thy back, I prithee!

Live and love thy misery.

Long live so, and so die.

I am quit.

O, more things like men.

Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

Where should he have this gold?

It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder.

The mere want of gold and the falling-from of his friends drove him into this melancholy!

It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

Let us make the assay upon him!

If he care not for it, he will supply us easily.

If he covetously reserve it, how shall 's get it?

True, for he bears it not about him.

'Tis hid.

Is not this he?

-Where?!

-'Tis his description.

-He!

I know him.

-Save thee, Timon.

Now, thieves?

Soldiers, not thieves.

Both, too.

And women's sons.

-We are not thieves.

-But men that much do want.

Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.

Why should you want?

Behold, the earth hath roots.

Within this mile break forth a hundred springs.

The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips.

The bounteous housewife nature on each bush lays her full mess before you.

Want?

Why want?

We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, as beasts and birds and fishes.

Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes.

You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you con that you are thieves professed, that you work not in holier shapes, for there is boundless theft in legalized professions.

Rascal thieves.

Here's gold.

Go!

Suck the subtle blood of the grape... till the high fever seethe your blood to froth.

But trust not the physician.

His antidotes are poison, and he slays more than you rob.

Take wealth and lives together.

Do, villainy, do, since you protest to do it, 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 has unchecked 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 less for this I give you.

And gold confound you howsoe'er!

Amen.

Has almost charmed me from my profession by persuading me to it.

'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not to have us thrive in our mystery.

I'll believe him as an enemy and give over my trade.

Let us first see peace in Athens.

There is no time so miserable but a man may be true.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ O you gods!

Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?

Full of decay and flailing?

O, monument and wonder of good deeds evilly bestowed!

What viler thing upon the Earth than friends that can bring noblest minds to basest ends.

How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, when man was wished 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.

Away!

What art thou?

Have you forgot me, sir?

Why dost ask that?

I have forgot all men.

Then, if thou grant'st thou art a man, I have forgot thee.

An honest poor servant of yours.

Then I know thee not.

I never had honest man about me, I.

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

The gods are witness, ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief for his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

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!

I beg of you to know me, good my lord, to accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth lasts, to entertain me as your steward still.

Had I a steward so true, so just, and now so comfortable?

It almost makes 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 here proclaim one honest man.

Mistake me not.

But one.

No more, I pray.

And he's a steward.

Ha!

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, an usuring kindness, and as rich men deal gifts, expecting in return twenty for one?

No, my most worthy master, in whose breast doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late.

You should have feared false times when you did feast.

Suspect still comes where an estate is least.

That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, beauty, and zeal to your unmatched mind, care of your food and living.

And believe it, my most honored lord, for any benefit that points to me, either in hope or present, I would exchange for this one wish -- that you had power and wealth to requite me by making rich yourself.

Ha!

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 conditioned -- thou shalt build from men; hate all, curse all, show charity to none, but let the famished flesh slide from the bone ere thou relieve the beggar.

Give to dogs what thou deniest 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.

O, let me stay and comfort you, my master!

If thou hat'st curses, stay not.

Fly while thou art blest and free.

Ne'er see thou man.

And let me ne'er see thee.

[ Breathing heavily ] As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.

What's to be thought of him?

Does the rumor hold for true that he's so full of gold?

They say he gave Alcibiades' troops a mighty sum.

Ah!

Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?

Nothing else.

You shall see him a palm in Athens again and flourish with the highest.

Therefore 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him in this supposed distress of his.

It will show honestly in us and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.

What have you now to present unto him?

Nothing at this time but my visitation.

Only I will promise him an excellent piece.

I must serve him so, too -- tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.

Good as the best.

Promising is the very air of 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.

Excellent workman!

Thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.

I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him.

It must be a personating of himself, a satire against the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and opulency.

Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work?

Do so.

I have gold for thee.

Let's seek him!

[ Speaking indistinctly ] Hail!

Worthy Timon!

Our late noble master!

Have I once lived to see two honest men?

Ohh!

Sir, having often of your open bounty tasted, hearing you were retired, your friends fallen off, whose thankless natures, O!

Abhorr'd spirits!

Not all the whips of heaven are large enough.

What, to you, whose starlike nobleness gave life and influence to their whole being?

I am rapt and cannot cover the monstrous bulk of this ingratitude with any size of words.

Let it go naked.

Men may see it the better.

You that are honest, by being what you are, make them best seen and known.

He and myself have travailed in the great shower of your gifts and sweetly felt it.

Ay, you are honest men.

We are hither come to offer you our service.

Good!

Honest men!

Why, how shall I requite you?

Can you eat roots and drink cold water?

No?

What we can do... We'll do!

...to do you service.

You're honest men.

You've heard that I have gold.

I am sure you have.

Speak truth.

You're honest men.

So it is said, my noble lord, but therefor came not my friend nor I.

Good, honest men.

Thou draw'st a counterfeit best in all Athens.

Thou art indeed the best.

Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

Well, so-so, my lord.

Even so, sir, as I say.

And for thy fiction, why, thy verse swells with stuff so pure and smooth that thou art even natural in thine art.

But for all this, my honest-natured friends, I must needs say you have a little fault.

Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I you take great pains to mend.

Beseech your honor to make it known to us.

You'll take it ill.

Uh, most thankfully, my lord.

Will you indeed?

Doubt it not, worthy lord.

There's never a one of you but trusts a knave that mightily deceives you.

Both: Do we, my lord?

Ay, and you see him cog, hear him dissemble, know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, keep him in your bosom and remain assured he's a made-up villain.

I know none such, my lord.

Nor I.

Look, you.

I love you well.

I'll give you gold.

Rid me these villains from your company.

Hang them, stab them, drown them in a draft.

Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough.

Name them, my lord.

Let's know them.

You that way.

You this.

Each man apart.

All single and alone.

Yet an archvillain keeps him company.

If where thou art, two villains shall not be, come not near him.

If thou wouldst not reside but where one villain is, him abandon.

Hence!

Pack!

Here's gold!

Unh!

You came for gold, you slaves.

You have work for me.

There's payment!

Ow!

You are an alchemist!

Make gold of that!

[ Men screaming ] Out, rascal dogs!

Ahh... [ Helicopter blades whirring ] It is vain that you would speak with Timon, for he is set so only to himself that nothing but himself which looks like man is friendly with him.

Bring us to his cave!

It is our part and promise to the Athenians to speak with Timon.

At all times alike men are not still the same.

'Twas time and griefs that framed him thus.

Time, with its fairer hand, offering the fortunes of his former days, the former man may make him.

Bring us to him and chance it as it may.

Here is his cave.

Peace and content be here.

Lord Timon?

Timon!

Look out and speak to friends.

The Athenians by two of their most reverend Senate greet thee.

Speak to them, noble Timon.

Timon: Thou sun that comforts, burn!

Speak and be hanged!

For each true word a blister, and each false be as a cauterizing to the root of the tongue, consuming it with speaking.

Worthy Timon.

Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.

The Senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

I thank them and would send them back the plague... could I but catch it for them.

Forget what we are sorry for ourselves in thee.

The Senators with one consent of love entreat thee back to Athens... [ Laughs ] ...who have thought on special dignities which vacant lie for thy best use and wearing.

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 fault, withholding aid to Timon, and sent forth us to make admission of their sorrow, together with a recompense far greater.

Ay, 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.

You witch me in it.

Surprise me to the very brink of tears.

Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes, and I'll beweep these comforts, worthy Senators.

Therefore, so please thee to return with us... and of our Athens, thine and ours, to take the captainship.

Thou shalt be met with thanks; allowed with absolute power, and thy good name live with authority.

So soon we shall drive back of Alcibiades the approaches wild, who like a boar too savage doth root up his country's peace.

And shakes his threat'ning sword against the walls of Athens!

Therefore, Timon -- Well sir, I will.

Therefore I will, sir!

If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, let Alcibiades know this of Timon -- that Timon cares not!

But if he sack fair Athens and take our goodly aged men by the beards, giving our holy virgins to the stain of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained 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 it 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.

Stay not.

All's in vain.

Why, I was writing of my epitaph.

It will be seen tomorrow.

My long sickness of health and living now begins to mend, and nothing brings me all things.

Go.

Live still.

Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, and last so long enough!

We speak in vain.

[ Sobs ] But yet I love my country... and am not one that rejoices in the common wrack, as common bruit doth put it.

That's well spoke.

Commend me to my loving countrymen.

These words become your lips as they pass through them.

And enter in our ears like great triumphers at their applauding gates.

Commend me to them and tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, their losses, their pangs of love...

I will some kindness do them.

I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.

Ha!

I like this well!

He will return again!

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 who so please to stop affliction, let him take his haste, come hither ere my tree hath felt the ax... ...and hang himself!

I pray you, do my greeting.

Trouble him no further.

Thus you still shall find him.

Come not to me again, but say to Athens, "Timon hath made his everlasting mansion upon the beach'd verge of the salt flood.

Thither come.

Let my gravestone be your oracle.

Lips, let four 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.

His discontents are unremovably coupled to nature.

Our hope in him is dead.

Let us return and strain what other means is left to us in our dear peril.

It requires swift foot!

♪♪♪ [ Helicopter blades whirring ] ♪♪♪ Man: Thou hast painfully discovered.

Are his ranks as full as thy report?

I have spoke the least.

Besides, his expedition promises present approach!

We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.

I met a courier, one mine ancient friend, whom, though in general part we were opposed, yet our old love made a particular force and made us speak like friends.

This man was riding from Alcibiades to Timon's cave with letters of entreaty which imported his fellowship in the cause against our city, in part for his sake moved.

O!

Here come our brothers!

No talk of Timon!

nothing of him expect!

The enemy's drum is heard.

And fearful scouring doth choke the air with dust.

In, and prepare!

Ours is the fall, I fear.

Our foe's the snare!

[ Gasps ] [ Helicopter blades whirring ] Sound to this coward and lascivious town our terrible approach!

[ Jet engine whooshes ] [ Explosions ] [ People screaming ] [ Explosions ] [ Gunfire ] [ Gunfire ] [ People screaming ] [ Explosions ] [ Glass shatters ] [ Explosions and screaming subside ] [ Jet engine departs ] Till now... you have gone on... and filled the time with all licentious measure... making your wills the scope of justice.

Till now myself and such as slept within the shadow of your power have wandered with our traversed arms and breathed our sufferance vainly.

Now the time is flush, when crouching marrow in the bearer strong cries of itself, "No more!"

Now breathless wrong shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, and pursy insolence shall break his wind with fear and horrid flight.

Noble Captain!

When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, we sent to thee to give thy rages balm, to wipe out our ingratitude with loves above their quantity.

So did we woo transform'd Timon to our city's love by humble message and by promised means.

We were not all unkind, nor all deserve the common stroke of war.

These walls of ours were not erected by their hands from whom you have received your grief, nor are they such that these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall for private faults in them.

March, noble Captain, into our city with thy banners spread.

By decimation and a tith'd death, if thy revenges hunger for that food that nature loathes, take thou the destined tenth.

And, by the hazard of the spotted die, let die the spotted.

All have not offended.

For those that were, it is not square to take revenge on those that are.

Crimes, like lands, are not inherited.

Therefore, 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.

What thou wilt, thou rather shalt achieve it with thy smile than enforce it with thy sword.

Set but thy foot against our rampired gates, and they shall ope, so thou wilt send thy gentle heart before to say thou'lt enter friendly.

Descend... and open your uncharg'd 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 remedied to your public laws at heaviest answer.

-'Tis most nobly spoken.

-Descend and keep your words.

My noble Captain, Timon is dead, entombed upon the very hem of the sea.

And on his gravestone, this insculpture, which I brought away.

"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.

These well express in thee thy latter spirits.

Though thou abhorred'st in us our human griefs, scorned'st our brains' flow and those our droplets which from narrow nature fall... yet rich conceit taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye on thy low grave."

On faults forgiven.

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.

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