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Enter Timon at one dore Demeas & Eutrapelus at another.
Tim:
Vnhappy Timon doth salute his friends

Dem:
Whom speakes hee to? what dost thou knowe this man?

Eutr:
I doe confesse that I haue seene his face
But where I cannot tell.

Tim:
Afflicted & forsaken on each side
And lefte to the wide worlde I yee beseeche
To giue mee house-roome only this I aske
A hole wherein to hide my misery.

Dem:
Art thou a stranger? or Athenian?
What country? whats thy name?

Tim:
Know'st thou not? ah, Demeas know'st thou not?
This face, these hands thou heretofore didst knowe
Am I soe soone forgotte, & wholy chang'd?
And is there nothing now of Timon lefte?

Dem:
Thou brazen face I ne're sawe thee before.

Eutr:
This fellowe would insinuate I thinke

Tim:
Where hide yee your heads yee heau'nly powers?
They doe despise their needy friend, yet liue
And breathe a guilty soule. O supreme Ioue
Why doth thy right hande cease to punish sinne?
Strike one of these with thunder from aboue
And with thy lightening reuenge my cause
Strike which thou wilt thy hande it cannot erre.

Dem:
Ha ha he how tragicall hee is?

Tim:
O yee ingratefull haue I freed yee
ffrom bonds in prison to requite mee thus?
To trample o're mee in my misery?
True Scythians broode cruell ingratefull
Yee make mee liue in woe & heauines
Tell mee, o tell mee yee perfidious
Where is your faith vow'd of your owne accorde?

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Where are your vowes soe largely promised?
What? are they all gone with the winde?

Dem:
Come hither I will giue thee this one groate
But thou must publish my munificence.

Tim:
Thus I returne it backe into thy face.
Ne're bende thy browes, proude threats I doe not feare.

Eutr:
Come, let vs hence this man is lunaticke.

Dem:
Looke to thy braines least in the plenilune
Thou waxe more madde. farewell.

Exeunt Demeas & Eutrapelus.
Timon solus.
Tim:
ffire water sworde confounde yee, let the crowes
ffeede on your peckt out entrailes, and your bones
Wante a sepulchre: worthy, o worthy yee
That thus haue, falsifi'd your faith to mee.
To dwell in Phlegeton. rushe on me heau'n
Soe that on them it rushe, mount Caucasus
ffall on my shoulders, soe on them it fall
Paine I respecte not: O holy Iustice
If thou inheritte heau'n descende at once
Eu'n all at once vnto a wretches hands
Make mee an Arbiter of Ghosts in hell
That when they shall with an vnhappy pace
Descende the silent house of Erebus
They may feele paines that neuer tongue can tell
But where am I? I doe lamente in vaine
Noe earthe as yet relieu'd a wretches paine
I am well pleas'd to goe vnto the Ghosts
Open thou earthe & swallowe mee aliue
Ile headelonge tumble into Styx his lake
Wilt thou not open earthe at my requeste?
M«u»st I suruiue against my will? then here
Shall bee my place, who on the earthe lies, hee
Can fall noe lower than the same I see.

Timon lies downe.