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Enter Timon Phil: Call: Blatte Gelasimus Hermogenes Eutr: [Demeas.] Lach: Stil: & Speus:.
Tim:
What Company is this that followes mee?
what would yee haue?

Lach:
They follow thee as crowes doe carrion

Call:
My Timon why turn'st thou away thye face?
I loue thee better, then myne eyes or soule
do'st thou dispise my loue?

Tim.
Thou can'st not wynn me wt h. thy flattering tounge
peace, peace, thou queane, I sooner will receaue
Megæra to my bedd, a hissing snake
in to my bosome.

Ph:
Timon good Timon be not soe perverse
drowne all things that are past in Lethes ffloud
I willinglie gyue thee my Calimele
To be thye wyfe.

Tim:
Giue her to Cerberus
or to the ffuries to be tost in Hell

Blat:
Timon behould that face how [f«a*»e] fayre it is
A dainty girle, neate & compleate throughout
now verylie thou hast a stony hart
If that face moue thee not; hould embrace her
ffasten sweete kisses on her Cherry lipps
what yf shee cast thee of? the falling out [of louers]
of louers, doth renewe & strengthen loue.
soe when I was a girle I did reiect
those woers whome I lou'd most heartely.

Tim:
Why vrge yee me? my hart doth boyle wt h. hate
and will not stoope to any of yor. lures
a burnt childe dreads the ffyre

Call:
My hony at the last be reconcild
Bee not soe angry? sweete loue be merry?

Bla:
Hee hath a face, [that] like one's that is at cack
hee lookes soe sowerlie

Tim.
Is it this gould that doth allure yor. eyes?

Phil:
Now as I liue ti's very glorious
how like to fyre it shynes.

Her:
It byndes my eyes

Tim:
Art thou in loue wt h. this gould Callimele?
thou then sha[']lt marry it, kisse it sweetelie
and it shall lye wt h. thee in bedd

Call:
I[']le not refuse what Timon doth cōmaund
It shall lodge wt h. me yf you. please.

Lach:
If gould
gett children, of thee who shall father them?

Ph:
I'le take a Course for that it shalbe gelt

Lach:
Yes geld it; yf thou do«e» fynd it in thy daughters bedd
m[y]r good mr. part not wt h. that gould.

Phil:
Timon wilt thou dine at my house «this day»

Lach:
Hee baites his hooke to gaine some of thy golde
I know this fellowes crafty pollicy.

Tim:
Philargurus doth this golde please your eies?

Philar:
O my delight, my humor radicall
My healthe thou art farre brighter than the Sunne:
My youth returnes, my bearde doth budde afreshe
When I beholde thee my felicity
Let mee embrace thee, & kisse the awhile

Lach:
Tis vertue to abstaine from pleasing things
Abstaine (good olde man) doe your fingers itche?

Tim.
Thou yesterday thy daughter did'st cōmaunde
To parte from mee and to forsake my side
I was a begger worse than any dogge
Worse than a snake than the diuell himselfe

Herm:
O base & most abhominable olde man
Durst hee abuse braue generous Timon?

Philar:
I was a dotarde & a lier too
When I soe saide, thou art another Ioue.

Eutr:
Away thou mony-monging Cormorant
Thou art not worthy to see Timons face

Herm:
No nor to wipe his shoes, away Stinkarde.

Blatt:
Thou wicked knaue, I[']le scratche out both thine eies
If thou provoke my master with such words.

Tim.
Yee crowes yee vultures yee doe gape in vaine
I will make duckes & drakes with this my golde
Ile scatter it & sowe it in the streetes
Before your fingers touch a piece thereof.

Herm.
O Sweetest Timon let mee kisse thy feete
So loue mee Ioue I'me gladde to see thee well
I am your Seruante, what i'st you cōmaunde?
Impose that burthen that doth trouble thee
Vppon my shoulders.

Lach:
O most noble fidler
A fidle is a fitter fardle for thy backe.

Eutr:
Tauernes want takings, and vintners doe breake
Now thou absentst thyselfe: forsake the woods
ffrequente the Citie, weele be Iouiall
Play the good fellowes.

Tim:
O faithfull friends in all my miseries
What whirlewinde tooke yee all away from mee?

Herm:
Ile followe thee through fire to finde thee out
To doe my Timon good.

Tim:
I know thy faith
Thy hollow heart how full of holes it is.

Eutr:
Thou alsoe well dost knowe my faithfullnesse
I hate these double hollow hearted men
Whose tongues and hearts consent not both in one

Lach:
Another Pylades.

Gela:
Timon beholde mee alsoe I am one
Enter Demeas
Of your retinue.

Dem:

Giue mee free passage, yee knowen & vnknowen persons gette yee
out of my way, least as I goe I offende any with my heade, my
elbowe or my breaste.

Lach:

Vnlesse thy hornes offende I nothing feare.

Dem:

Wher's Athens piller? wher's my glory? Wher's Timon? thou hast bles«t»
myne eyes, now I see thee, Ioue saue thee, who art the defenc«e»

of Greece, and the whole worlds delight, the Court & Countrey
both salute thee

Lach:

Thye eyes are purblynd, do[']st thou know this man?

Dem:

do[']st thinck me of soe weake a memory? Heare my humane
Iu«p» Areopig[OMITTED] he takes a pa«p» out of his «*»
the decree that I haue written concerning thee before the

Whereas Timon the sonne of Echeratides the Collitensian
A Champion & a Wrestler was in one day Victor of both in the Olympick games./

«****»
But I as yett neere saw th'Olympick games

Dem:
What of that? that makes noe matter thou shalt see
them hereafter.

Tim:
I neere as yett bore armes out of Athens.

Dem:
But thou shalt in the next warr, ffor theis Causes it
seemes good to the Court & the Cōmonwealth to the Magistrates
seuerallie, to the Plebeians singulerlie, to all Vniuersallie to
place Timon in Pallas Temple, houlding a goulden thunderbolt
in his hand.
Demeas spake this suffragie, because he was Timons disciple
for Timon is alsoe easily the Prince of Rhetorick, in my
orations I vse to vse his Metaphores.

Her:
Peace Orator. wee alsoe ought to speake

Dem:
Would I had brought my litle sonne wt h me, whome I haue
called Timon after thy name

Tim:
How canst thou? for thy wyfe had neuer a child

Dem:
But shee shall haue, and that that shalbe borne shalbe a man—
Child, & that man child shalbe named Timon.

Tim:
Well hast thou said. dissembling hypocrites
Thinke yee that I will be deceaued thus?

Calli:
My Timon, my husband.

Phil:
My Sonne in lawe.

Herm:
My Mæcenas.

Eutr:
My protector.

Dem:
My sublunary Iupiter.

Lach:
Thou asse why braist thou not among the reste?

Gela:
Seest thou me not a woing of this maide.
Of 80 yeares? what say you my Blatte?
Art thou inflam'd with thy Gelasimus?
If thou wilt haue mee, Ile not seeke a wife
Mong the Antipodes, what saies my chicke?
My loue? Sweete Timon giue thy asse some golde
To buy some toy for this olde pretty maide.

Stil:
Plato in his Acrostikes saith, it is better to giue than
receaue.

Speus:
Neither doth [Pla] Aristotle dissent from Plato in his
first of the Metaphysicks the last text saue one.

Stil:
Euery agent doth resuffer in his action, wilt thou giue?
So thou shalt receaue, wilt thou receaue? then giue, this
therefore is the state of the quæstion.
Timon is the terminus from whom, I the philosopher the
terminus to whom. Timons hande is the medium, which
mediating, first from himselfe generating, then by remouing
the impediment, gold is moued with a motion vniformally
from Timon to mee in an instant.

Tim:
Why vexe yee mee yee furies? I protest
And all the Gods to witnesse inuocate
I doe abhorre the titles of a friende
Of father, or companion: I curse
The Ayre yee breathe, I lothe to breathe that Aire
I grieue that these mine eyes should see that Sunne
My feete treade on that earthe yee treade vpon.
I first will meete Ioue thundring in the clouds
Or in the wide deuouring Scylla's gulfe
Or in Charybdis I will drowne my selfe
Before Ile shew humanity to Man.

Lach:
Mr wilt thou that I driue them away?
See how well arm'd I am.

He beates them with his spade.
Tim:
Driue them to hell.
That Timons eies may neuer see them more.

Phil:
O Timon «by immortall *» «***»
To bee thus handled?

Herm:
Why dost «thou[OMITTED]»

Dem:
Oh wilt thou driue away thy Orator?
Haue I not a decree concerning thee?

Lach:
I am your driuer hoi gee hence away
What stand yee idle my fooleosophers?
Thou fidler play the Hunts vp on thy fidle
Dost thou not see how they beginne to daunce?

Gela:
Sweete Timon.
Breake thou my heade with one small piece of gold.
Oh, oh:

Laches strikes h[OMITTED]
Lach:
Get yee before mee then bee gone I say
Thus I will follow Athenes.

Exeunt omnes.