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FIRST BANDIT.

Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so

miserable but a man may be true. Exeunt THIEVES

Enter FLAVIUS, to TIMON

FLAVIUS.

O you gods!

Is yond despis'd and ruinous man my lord?

Full of decay and failing? O monument

And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!

What an alteration of honour

Has desp'rate want made!

What viler thing upon the earth than friends,

Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!

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

When man was wish'd to love his enemies!

Grant I may ever love, and rather woo

Those that would mischief me than those that do!

Has caught me in his eye; I will present

My honest grief unto him, and as my lord

Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

TIMON.

Away! What art thou?

FLAVIUS.

Have you forgot me, sir?

TIMON.

Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;

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

FLAVIUS.

An honest poor servant of yours.

TIMON.

Then I know thee not.

I never had honest man about me, I.

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

FLAVIUS.

The gods are witness,

Nev'r did poor steward wear a truer grief

For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

TIMON.

What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee

Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st

Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give

But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping.

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

FLAVIUS.

I beg of you to know me, good my lord,

T' accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts

To entertain me as your steward still.

TIMON.

Had I a steward

So true, so just, and now so comfortable?

It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.

Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man

Was born of woman.

Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,

You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim

One honest man- mistake me not, but one;

No more, I pray- and he's a steward.

How fain would I have hated all mankind!

And thou redeem'st thyself. But all, save thee,

I fell with curses.

Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;

For by oppressing and betraying me

Thou mightst have sooner got another service;

For many so arrive at second masters

Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true,

For I must ever doubt though ne'er so sure,

Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,

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

Expecting in return twenty for one?

FLAVIUS.

No, my most worthy master, in whose breast

Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late!

You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:

Suspect still comes where an estate is least.

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

Duty, and zeal, to your unmatched mind,

Care of your food and living; and believe it,

My most honour'd lord,

For any benefit that points to me,

Either in hope or present, I'd exchange

For this one wish, that you had power and wealth

To requite me by making rich yourself.

TIMON.

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

Here, take. The gods, out of my misery,

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

But thus condition'd; thou shalt build from men;

Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,

But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone

Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs

What thou 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.

FLAVIUS.

O, let me stay

And comfort you, my master.

TIMON.

If thou hat'st curses,

Stay not; fly whilst thou art blest and free.

Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

Exeunt severally

ACT V. SCENE I. The woods. Before TIMON's cave

Enter POET and PAINTER

PAINTER.

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

POET.

to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he's

so full of gold?

PAINTER.

Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had

gold of him. He likewise enrich'd