| ACT III SCENE VI | The same. A banqueting-room in Timon's house. | |
| | Music. Tables set out: Servants attending.Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, atseveral 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 | 5 |
| | encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as | |
| | he made it seem in the trial of his several friends. | |
| Second Lord | It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting. | |
| First Lord | I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest | |
| | inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me | 10 |
| | to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and | |
| | I must needs appear. | |
| Second Lord | In like manner was I in debt to my importunate | |
| | business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am | |
| | sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my | 15 |
| | provision was out. | |
| First Lord | I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all | |
| | things go. | |
| Second Lord | Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of | |
| | you? | 20 |
| 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 all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you? | 25 |
| First Lord | Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship. | |
| Second Lord | The swallow follows not summer more willing than we | |
| | your lordship. | |
| TIMON | Aside | |
| | summer-birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not | |
| | recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the | 30 |
| | music awhile, if they will fare so harshly o' the | |
| | trumpet's sound; we shall to 't presently. | |
| First Lord | I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship | |
| | that I returned you an empty messenger. | |
| TIMON | O, sir, let it not trouble you. | 35 |
| Second Lord | My noble lord,-- | |
| TIMON | Ah, my good friend, what cheer? | |
| Second Lord | My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, | |
| | that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, | |
| | I was so unfortunate a beggar. | 40 |
| TIMON | Think not on 't, sir. | |
| Second Lord | If you had sent but two hours before,-- | |
| TIMON | Let it not cumber your better remembrance. | |
| | The banquet brought in | |
| | Come, bring in all together. | |
| Second Lord | All covered dishes! | 45 |
| First Lord | Royal cheer, I warrant you. | |
| Third Lord | Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield | |
| | it. | |
| First Lord | How do you? What's the news? | |
| Third Lord | Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? | 50 |
| First Lord | | | |
| | | Alcibiades banished! | |
| Second Lord | | | |
| Third Lord | 'Tis so, be sure of it. | |
| First Lord | How! how! | 55 |
| Second Lord | I pray you, upon what? | |
| TIMON | My worthy friends, will you draw near? | |
| Third Lord | I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward. | |
| Second Lord | This is the old man still. | |
| Third Lord | Will 't hold? will 't hold? | 60 |
| Second Lord | It does: but time will--and so-- | |
| Third Lord | I do conceive. | |
| TIMON | Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to | |
| | the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all | |
| | places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let | 65 |
| | 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 | 70 |
| | 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 | 75 |
| | a score of villains: if there sit twelve women at | |
| | the table, let a dozen of them be--as they are. The | |
| | rest of your fees, O gods--the senators of Athens, | |
| | together with the common lag of people--what is | |
| | amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for | 80 |
| | destruction. For these my present friends, as they | |
| | are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to | |
| | nothing are they welcome. | |
| | Uncover, dogs, and lap. | |
| | The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full ofwarm water | |
| Some Speak | What does his lordship mean? | 85 |
| Some Others | I know not. | |
| TIMON | May you a better feast never behold, | |
| | You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water | |
| | Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; | |
| | Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries, | 90 |
| | Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces | |
| | Your reeking villany. | |
| | Throwing the water in their faces | |
| | Live loathed and long, | |
| | Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, | |
| | Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, | 95 |
| | You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, | |
| | Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks! | |
| | Of man and beast the infinite malady | |
| | Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go? | |
| | Soft! take thy physic first--thou too--and thou;-- | 100 |
| | Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. | |
| | Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out | |
| | What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast, | |
| | Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. | |
| | Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be | |
| | Of Timon man and all humanity! | 105 |
| | Exit | |
| | Re-enter the Lords, Senators, &c | |
| First Lord | How now, my lords! | |
| Second Lord | Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury? | |
| Third Lord | Push! did you see my cap? | |
| Fourth Lord | I have lost my gown. | |
| First Lord | He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. | 110 |
| | He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has | |
| | beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel? | |
| Third Lord | Did you see my cap? | |
| Second Lord | Here 'tis. | |
| Fourth Lord | Here lies my gown. | 115 |
| First Lord | Let's make no stay. | |
| Second Lord | Lord Timon's mad. | |
| Third Lord | I feel 't upon my bones. | |
| Fourth Lord | One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones. | |
| | Exeunt | |