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Timon of Athens

ACT IV SCENE II Athens. A room in Timon's house. 
[Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants]
First ServantHear you, master steward, where's our master?
Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
FLAVIUSAlack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.5
First ServantSuch a house broke!
So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him!
Second ServantAs we do turn our backs10
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 pick'd; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,15
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
[Enter other Servants]
FLAVIUSAll broken implements of a ruin'd house.
Third ServantYet do our hearts wear Timon's livery;
That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,20
Serving alike in sorrow: leak'd is our bark,
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
Into this sea of air.
FLAVIUSGood fellows all,25
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;30
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
[Servants embrace, and part several ways]
O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?35
Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live
But in a dream of friendship?
To have his pomp and all what state compounds
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart,40
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, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,45
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.50
I'll follow and inquire him out:
I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;
Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
[Exit]


Timon of Athens, Act 4, Scene 3

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