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SCENE I. The same. Before Timon's Cave.
Ènter Poet and Painter; Timon behind, unseen.
Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold?
Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity : 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
Pain. 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 travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.
Poet. What have you now to present unto him? Pain. Nothing at this time but
visitation. only I will promise him an excellent piece.
Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o'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.
3 — the deed of saying is yaite out of use.) The doing of that which we kave said we would do, the accomplishment and perform
Pim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
Poet. 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.
Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough’st the
foam ; Settlest admired reverence in a slave: To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey! 'Fit I do meet them,
[Advancing Poet. Hail, worthy Timon! Pain.
Our late noble master. Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men ?
Poet. Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Hearing you were retir’d, your friends fall’n off, Ance of our promise, is, except among the lower classes of war kind, quite out of use.
Whose thankless natures-0 abhorred spirits !
Tim. Let it go naked, men may sce't the better:
He, and myself, Have travell’d in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it. Tim.
Ay, you are honest men. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I re
quite you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you
service. Tim. Your are honest men: You have heard that
I have gold; I am sure, you have: speak truth : you are honest
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore
So, so, my lord.
[To the Poet. Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth,
a counterfeit-] A portrait was so called in our author's time.
That thou art even natural in thine art.-
Beseech your honour,
You'll take it ill.
Will you, indeed ? Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, That mightily deceives you. Both.
Do we, my lord ?
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
[To the Painter.
Sa made-up villain.] That is, a villain that adopts qualities and characters not properly belonging to him; a hypocrite; or a made-up villain may mean, a complete, a finished villain.
in a druught, ] That is, in the jakes.
Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside
[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye
slaves : You have done work for me, there's payment;
(Exit, beating and driving them out,
Enter Flavius, and Two Senators. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
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.