University of Virginia Library

Actus quarti

Scena. jm a

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?
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:

Timon lies downe.

Scena secunda.

Abyssus at one Gelasimus Pseudocheus Pædio at another dore:
Abys:
Why stay'd you thus? the gold is all ready

Gela:
Right worshippefull Abyssus bee content
I spent this whole day with the Notary
This paper doth confirme to thee my lands
Here take it. I'le goe & finde farre better
'Mong th'Antipodes.

Pseud:
There the earthe brings forth
Among the wheate eares of gold & siluer

Abys:
I wante my spectacles, reade it Gelasimus.

Gela:

Bee it knowen vnto all men by these presents that I Gelasimus of the
Golden hill gentleman sonne & heire of Rubicunde of the Ilands lately
deceased haue graunted bargayned & solde to Abyssus Citizen of Athenes
in the parish of Ribalde a thousand acres of lande with the appurtenances
all goods & chattells moueable & im̄oueable aliue & deade of kinde and
condicion whatsoeuer, in the possession of any whosoeuer in any place
wheresoeuer. Which bargayne & sale I Gelasimus will warrantize to
the aforesaid Abyssus his heyres & assignes agaynst all nations for
euer by these presents. In witnes hereof I haue hereunto set my hande
& seale the. and in the one thousand sixty ninthe Olympiade.

Abys:
Tis well: an olde birde is not caught with chaffe
Hee that will cheate mee must arise betimes
Aside
Here take this gold I will possesse thy lands
And Mannor houses.

Tim:
What's this? hee alsoe sell his heritage?
More worthy farre o Ioue of pouertie
That let him feele, & beare mee companie

Gela:
Thou Pseudocheus shalt the one halfe beare
And I the other.

Pseud:
Com̄itte the whole to mee I'le not impose
Soe greate a burthen on thee.

Gelasimus giues him the gold.
Gela:
What shall wee trauayle through that citty, where
The candles walke & cattes play on the fiddle?
How I desire to see such pretty sights

Pseud:
ffarewell farewell happy bee thy voyage
Ile goe take possession of my lands

Exit Abyssus.
Gela:
ffarewell most bright Abyssus the next monthe
Ile sende thee letters from th'Antipodes
Pædio?

Pæd:
what mr?

Gela:
Goe fetche the taylor to prepare new clothes
ffor this my iourney, thou maist alsoe bidde
The Barbor come that hee with his razor
Shaue of th'exorbitant haires of my bearde.

Pseud:
You neede noe Barbor, bearded men are there
More amiable.

Gela:
I'st soe?
Buy mee some hony to anoynte my cheekes
To make my bearde grow to perfection

Enter Blatte.
Pseud:
Peace, peace here comes Lollios Hecuba.

Blat:
Saue yee youngmen, may all youthly things
Bee safe & sound: thou art Gelasimus
Vnles my eies deceaue my sight:

Gela:
I am
What wouldst thou haue with mee? I know thee well
Speake boldely faire & fearefull Hecuba
I feare leaste shee prouoke mee vnto fight
Aside
In Callimelas name, speake out I say

Blat:
You well doe knowe the frailtie of our sexe.

Gela:
By Ioue I will not fight 'fore I am vrg'd
This openly I tell thee

Blat:
Affections soone stirre vp in our breasts

Gela:
I feare the euente.

Aside.
Blat:
This I doe knowe who when I was a girle
ffelt what the vowes of youngmen could prevayle
With flat'tring tongues: Callimela therefore.

Gela:
And what of Callimele? what will shee doe?

Blat:
Shee doth beseeche thee to renewe thy sute
And with the bellowes of affection
Blowe vp the Cynders of thy former loue.
And to forgette all wrongs.

Gela:
Doth shee loue mee?

Blat:
I knowe shee dothe & that not vulgarly

Gela:
I will consider of it with my selfe.

Tim:
O woman more inconstant than the winde
The wether, fethers or Ioues thunderbolt
Thou heretofore didst shew mee a faire face
And now by turnes dost varry with the time.

Gela:
It is decreed: I verily doe grieue
That I am called elswhere by the fates
My loue is gone beyonde the seas: where I
Must bee espoused to a Princely maide
But least shee wholy should consume through griefe
Melte into teares, I'le breathe to her one kisse
Before I goe a shippeboarde.

Blat:
Thou truly art a kinde youngman, & dost
What doth befitte thee.

Pseud:
What oxe is this that lieth on the ground?

Tim:
What's that to thee?

Gela:
Rise, arise.

Tim:
I will not

Gela:
Art thou a foole?

Tim:
But art thou wise?

Gela:
farewell.

Tim:
Bee hang'd.

Gela:
Ha ha he how concisely the rogue speakes.

Blat:
Ti's Timon doe yee not knowe him?

Gela:
That were a thinge indeede ridiculous
To knowe a man that's poore: Sirrah take heede
Least that thou catche a coughe. heare you Sirrah?
The ground's to colde a bed to lie vppon.

Tim:
Nothing.

Gela:
Thy hearing therefore is not good

Tim:
And yet I am not deafe.

Gela:
What's this?

Tim:
Somethinge

Gela:
What's this something?

Tim:
Nothing (I say) nothing
All things are made nothing.

Pseud:
Thou bee a sonne in law vnto a Kinge?
And yet vouchsafe to talke with such a one
Hee hath not wherewith to buy a haltar

Tim:
Soe thou abhominable father of lies
what mighty spoiles & triumphes thou hast gain'd?
Thus to despise a wretche in misery.

Blat:
Why stay you thus Gelasimus to sende
By mee the kisse you promis'd Callimele.
Goe yee into the house.

Gela:
Goe thou before
Olde age is reuerent weele follow thee.

Blat:
That's kindely done to putte mee in before
A kisse & that together will doe well.

Exeunt.
Tim.
Greate Ioue confounde yee.

Pseud:
Barke not so thou dogge.

Tim:
Thou nature take from mee this humane shape
And mee transforme into a dire serpent
Or griesly Lyon, such a one as yet
Nere Lybia or Affrica hath seene
Or els into a Crocodile or bore
What not? or with my Basiliscan eies
May I kill all I see, that at the length
These base ingratefull persons may descende
The pitte of hell. thus would I bee reueng'd.

3a. Scena.

Enter Hermogenes, Stilpo & Speusippus in gownes
Herm.
Most graue Philosophers your company
Doth much delight mee: truly I doe loue
Your witty disputations.

Stil.
A man may loue two manner of waies, effectiuely or causally

Herm:
I pray thee giue mee these 2 termes:

Stil.
Noe they are mine as well κατα χρησιν
as κατα χτησιν a talente shall not buy them.

Herm:

There is a quæstion that long hath troubled mee: Whether there be a man
in the moone?

Speu:

To wit a numerically Indiuiduall which may haue there really and
intrinsecally an entitatiue acte and essence besides a formall existence,
or whether that bee Platoes Idea abstracted from the humane species
which they affirme to bee vnder the concaue of the Moone.

Stil.

The Moone may bee taken 4 manner of waies either specificatiuely, or
Quidditatiuely, or Superficially or Catapodially.

Herm:

To morrow if Ioue please Ile buy these termes

Stil:

The man in the moone is not in the Moone Superficially, although he bee
in the Moone (as the Greekes will haue it) Catapodially, Specificatiuely
& Quidditatiuely.

Speus:

I proue the contrary to thee. thus.
Whatsoeuer is moued to the motion of the Moone is in the Moone Superficially
But the man in the Moone is moued to the motion of the Moone. ergo
The man in the Moone really exists in the Moone Superficially.

Stil:

I answere by distinguishing. The man in the Moone is moued to the
motion of the Moone, according to a formall conceipte æquiuocally &
virtually, not entitatiue vniuocally & naturally, it is true respectiuely
& vt quo, but not simply & vt quod.

Herm:

Stilpo, how wilt thou sell these articles of distinction?

Stil:

ffor 20
1:

Herm:

ffor such trifles? how deare are thy wares? wilt take. 16.

Stil:

Dost thinke Philosophy is soe litle worth? I cannot.

Herm:

Bee it soe: because these phrases please mee, & their terminations ende
all alike, thou shalt haue 20
l. repeate them againe.

Stil:

A thinge may bee moued entitatiuely or formally.

Herm:

Entitatiuely or formally? I pray thee resolue mee of that scruple
Am I moued entitatiuely or formally?

Speu:

Thou art moued formally prioristically in the thing considered, not
posterioristically in the manner of considering.

Tim:

Hermogenes remembrest thou thy vow?

Timon ariseth from the grounde.

Hermogenes?

Herm:
What wouldst thou haue.

Tim.
Houseroome

Suffer mee not to perish with the colde

Vnder the open ayre.

Herm:

Thou art troublesome
I hearde from Pseudocheus a most skillfull Chronographer that the
Moone was an Ilande pendante in the Ayre & that there inhabite
many Myriades of men.

Stil:

Tis true not circumscriptiuely as the last Spheare, not repletiuely [as]
[God], but definitiuely as an Angell, this hee spake tentatiuely not
dogmatically.

Tim:
What wilt thou not vouchesafe to looke on mee?

Herm:
Bee [*] gone, bee gone, thou art troublesome I say

Tim:
Thou thanklesse wretch dost thou reiect mee thus?
Thus proudly tramplest on my miseries?

Herm:
If thou are wretched, goe and hange thyselfe
An haltar soone will mitigate thy griefe

Stil:

A man may hange himselfe 2 manner of waies either aptitudinally
and catachrestically, or perpendicularly & inhæsiuely choose wch of these thou wilt.

Tim:
O Titan seest thou this, & is it seene?
Eternall darknes ceaze vppon the day
Yee starres goe backeward, & a fearefull fire
Burne vp the Articke & Antarticke Pole
Noe age, noe country yeelds a faithfull friende
A cursed furie ouerflowes my breast
I will consume this Cittie into dust
And ashes, where is fire? Tysiphone
Bring here thy flames, I am to mischiefe bente
These naked handes [doe] wante but some instrumente.

Herm:
Stilpo Speusippus vent your Sentences
Appease his fury it doth rage to much.

Speu:
Man's like vnto the Sea that ebbes & flowes
And all things in this world vnstable are.

Stil:
There's nothing on the earth that's permanent
As cloudes disperse the force of Boreas
Soe all things into nothing doe returne

Speu:
Aduersity cannot daunte a wise man

Stil:
Art thou opprest with griefe? be patient

Speu:
A heauy burthen patience makes light

Stil:
Hath fortune left thee naked & forlorne?
Then clothe thyselfe with vertue.

Speu:
Vertue alone beatifies the minde:

Stil:
Shee is not blinde.

Speus:
Shee cannot bee deceau'd

Stil:
Shee doth despise noe man:

Speu:
Shee none forsakes

Stil:
Shee is not angry.

Speu:
Doth not change.

Stil:
Nor rage

Speu:
With comfort shee reliues the grieued soule

Stil:
Shees fairer euery day than other.

Speu:
The nearer shee the fairer doth appeare

Tim:
This grieues mee worse than all my pouerty
Hence hence yee Varletts.

Stil:
The chiefest good in vertue doth consiste

Speu:
Whose rage is moderate that man is wise

Stil:
Hee that is wise is rich.

Speu.
Whom fortune quailes
Is poore & base.

Timon beates them.
Tim:
Your counsaile hath deseru'd these thanks.

Speu:
Oh, oh
Oh dost thou buffet a philosopher?
Will a free Cittie such a deede allowe?

Stil:
O I am holy oh withdraw thy handes

Herm:
I'le runne away, & take mee to my heeles.

Tim:
Not soe, not soe Ile recompence thy pride.

Timon beates him, Herm: runnes away, Tim: followes him in at one dore & enters at another.
Stil:
How doth thy heade Speusippus:

Speu:
It dothake
As well posterioristically
As prioristically: let vs hence
Least hee againe assault vs with his fistes.

Tim:
What? hath hee thus escaped from my handes?
Thou Goddes Nemesis reuenge my wronge
Let him o let him wander vp & downe
A wretche vnknowne through Cities & through townes
Let him desire to die, and yet not die
And when hees deade rewarde him Rhadamant
According to his meritts: hee deserues
The paine of Sysiphus, thirste of Tantalus
And in thy lake (Cocytus) to remaine.

Enter Laches.
Lach:
My mrs voyce doth ecchoe in my eares
How full of fury is his countenance?
His tongue doth threaten & his hearte doth sighe
The greatnes of his spirit will not downe.

Tim:
Thee, thee O Sunne I doe to witnesse call
These harde misfortunes I haue not deseru'd.

Lach:
But sitte vppon some other earthe & pray
This place is barbarous: here their proude handes
Scorne to relieve a poore man in his neede.

Timon standes vp.
Tim:
O thou reuenge, come wholy to my hands
I will reuenge:

Lach:
That takes not griefe away

Tim:
But it will lessen griefe, something Ile doe
Ile not consume this day in idlenesse
Inuite these rascalls.

Lach:
What shall they doe here?

Tim:
I haue prepared them a worthy feaste
Goe call them therefore, tell them there remaines
Of soe much wealth as yet some ouerplus.

Exit Timon at one dore Lach: at another.

Scena. 4a.

Enter Obba with a basket about to spreade the table And Grunnio speakes to him out of his hole.
Grun:
Is this the wedding day? soe Ioue mee loue
These teethe as yet toucht not one crust this day

Obb:
Neither shall they, hence thou spidercatcher.

He offers to pull him out.
Grun:
Obba why art thou soe extreme angry?
And why dost thou soe vnmercifully
Without my dinner turne mee out of dores?

Obb:
Wee nothing haue to doing with you now
Thy mrs daughter hath cast of Timon
Come out of thy hole thou shalt not lurke here.

He pulls him out.
Grun:
O cruell Obba hast thou noe pitty?
O suffer but my nose to smell the meate
I truly am more hungry than hunger.

Obb:
Wert thou hunger itselfe in the Abstracte
Thou shouldst not moue mee to compassion.

Grun:
Must I then Grunnio bee hungerstaru'd?
What shall I doe? what will become of mee?
Nothing's at home but leane long legg'd spiders.

Obb:
Goe fatte thyselfe with them:

Grun:
ffarewell Obba
Inhumane Obba. [I] if I die this day
One legge of mutton put into my graue
I may suppe better in the world belowe.

Exit Grunnio.

Scen 5a.

Timon Laches Obba Philargurus Gelasimus Pseudocheus Demeas Eutrapelus: Hermogenes Stilpo, Speusippus come awhile after.
Tim:
ffurnish the table sette on dainty cheare
Timon doth bidde his friends their last farewell.

Philar:
Thou wisely dost, it is too late to spare
When all is spent, whom the Gods woulde haue
To liue but poorely let him bee content.

Tim:
What man is hee can wayle the losse of wealthe
Guarded with such a friendly company
Ill thriue my gold, it shall not wring one teare
ffrom these mine eies, nor one sigh from my hearte
My friends sticke close to mee, they will not starte.

Dem:
Is hee madde? wee knew him not this morning
Hath hee soe soone forgotte an iniury?

Now enter Her: Stil: Speu:
Lach:
Putte of fonde feare, why draw yee backe your feete[«?»] and drawe backe.

Herm:
I feare my heade.

Tim:
Much hayle Hermogenes
Saue yee Philosophers.

Speu:
Saue yee said hee?
Such words are better farre than stripes & blowes.

Tim:
Y'are welcome all, spende yee this day in mirthe
Mixe laughter & conceits with this our feaste
And lay aside all graue seueritie.

Stil:

There lie Philosopher. I put of all formalities excentricall & concentricall.
vniuersalities before the thinge, in the thinge, & after the thinge, specifications
categorematicall & syncategorematicall, hæcceities complete
& απλως or incomplete & κατα τι.

Gela:
Ha ha he, hee seemes like a dry heringe.

Tim:
Expecte noe iunketts, or yet dainty fare
What cheare poore Timon hath y'are welcome to.

Phila:
I loue a piece of beefe:

Gela:
I hony sopps

Pseu:
Giue mee a Phænix stew'd in Ambergreece.

Dem:
I loue an Artichoke pie sok'd in marrow.

Eutr:
ffill platters with wine, weele eate it with spoones

Herm:
I pray thee putte a pheasante on the table.

Stil:
I pray thee let not mustard bee wanting

Speu:
Bee mindefull of fatte bacon, I doe loue
To line my choppes well with the greeze thereof

Tim:
Weele wante for nothing, that shall bee my care.
Exit Timon.

Gela:
Philosophers say that mustarde is obnoxious to the memory

Stil.
Mustarde by itselfe is obnoxious to the memory by an accident

Herm:
Heare yee my opinion who am halfe a Philosopher

Eut:
Partly a fidler, partly a foole.

Gela:
Thou art too bitter, peace.

Herm:
Mustarde originally & proximely is obnoxious to the memory
instrumentally & remotely.

Gela:
O ex'lent witty, & beyonde compare
Thou shalt with mee to the Antipodes
If that thou please: this ingenuity
I loue in any man.

Philar:
Art thou resolued on thy iourney?

Gela:
Yes
This morning I haue play'd the Alchymist
Conuerting all my lands to pure golde

Dem:
A Metalepsis of transumption from one thinge to another.

Gela:
Pseudocheus.
How many miles thinke you that wee must goe?

Pseu:
Two thousande 44.

Stil:
What dost thou meane
A number numbering? or numbered?

Pseu:
My eares attende not to these idle trifles
Thou art a trifling Philosopher, peace
Perseus, hee had a winged horse.

Dem:
The Allegory of this fable I perspicuously laid open in an oration
newly penn'd, If you please I will relate it.

Pseud:
Thou Orator care thou for thy Metaphores
Perseus, whats that to thee? the horses name
Was Pegasus:

Gela:
Yes I remember't well.
What was his name saiest thou?

Pseu:
Pegasus.
What if I know where Pegasus is fedde
With oates & hay.

Gela:
O witte worthy of im̄ortalitie

Pseud:
One word's enough for a wise man.
Thou mounted vppon Pegasus shalt fly
The shippe shall carry mee.

Lach:
Let eache man take his place.

Stil:
A place is a superficies concaue.

Speus:
Or convexe of a body ambient

Herm:
True if it bee considered entitatiuely not formally.
Before I leaue I'le make these termes threed bare
Now as I liue, they cost mee twenty pounds.

Eutr:
Some one bring water, these Philosophers
Washt not their vncleane handes this day.

Stil:
A litle inke adhæres in the superficies of my nayle

Speu:
I writte the state of a quæstion this day: Whether the heauens bee made of stones—?

Stil:
It is made of stones stoned, not stoning

Dem:
O Iupiter hee speakes Solæcismes.

Philar:
Where is thy mr?

Lach:
Heele bee here anon
In the meane time sitte downe.

Gela:
Philargurus
Thy hoary haires deserue the highest place.

Enter Timon.
Tim:
O happy mee, equall to Ioue himselfe
I going touche the starres, breake out o Ioy
And smother not thyselfe within my breast
Soe many friends, soe many friends I see
Not one hathe falsifi'de his faith to mee
What if I am opprest with pouertie?
And griefe doth vexe mee? fortune left mee poore?
All this is nothing, they releeue my wants
The one doth promise helpe, another golde
A thirde a friendly welcome to his house
And entertainement, eache man actes his parte
All promise counsaile, & a faithfull hearte.

Gela:
Timon, thou art forgettefull of thy feast

Tim:
Why doe yee not fall to? I am at home
Ile standing suppe, or walking if I please
Laches bring here the Artichokes with speede
Eutrapelus Demeas Hermogenes
I'le drinke this cuppe a healthe to all your healths.

Lach:
Conuerte it into poison oyee Gods
Aside.
Let it bee ratsbane to them.

Gela:
What? wilt thou haue the legge, or els the winge?

Eutr:
Carue yee that Capon:

Dem:
I will cutte him vp
And make a beaste of him.

Philar:
Timon, this healthe to thee:

Tim:
Ile pledge you Sr
These Artichokes doe noe mans pallat please.

Stones painted like to them. & throwes thē at them.
Dem:
I loue them well by Ioue.

Tim:
Here take them then
Nay thou shalt haue them, thou & all of yee
Yee wicked base perfidious rascalls
Thinke yee my hate's soe soone extinguished?

Dem:
O my heade:

Herm:
O my cheekes.

Timon beates Herm: aboue all the reste
Philar:
Is this a feaste?

Gela:
Truly a stony one

Sti«l.»
Stones sublunary haue the same matter wth the heauenly.

Tim:
If I Ioues horridde thunderbolte did holde
Within my hande, thus, thus would I darte it.

Hee hitts Herm:
Herm:
Woe & alas my braines are dashed out.

Gela:
Alas, alas twill neuer bee my happe
To trauaile now to the Antipodes
Ah, that I had my Pegasus but here
I'de fly away by Ioue.

Exeunt.
Tim:
Yee are a stony generation
Or harder, if ought harder may bee founde
Monsters of Scythia Inhospitall
Nay very diuells hatefull to the Gods.

Lach:
Mr they are gone.

Tim:
The pox goe with them
And whatsoe're the horridde sounding sea
Or earthe produces, whatsoe're accur'sd
Lurks in the house of silent Erebus
Let it (o) let it all sprawle forth, here, here
Cocytus flowe[«s»] & yee blacke foords of Styx
Here barke thou Cerberus, & here yee troopes
Of cursed furies skake your fi'ry brands
Earth's worse than hell, let hell chaunge place with earth
And Plutoes Regiment bee next the Sunne.

Lach:
Will this thy fury neuer bee appeas'd?

Tim:
Neuer, neuer it it will burne for euer
It pleases mee to hate, goe Timon goe
Banishe thyselfe from mans society
ffarther than hell fly this inhumane City
If there bee any exile to bee had
Exit Timon.
There will I hide my heade.

Lach:
Ile follow thee through sword through fire & deathe
If thou goe to the ghosts I'le bee thy page
And lacky thee to the pale house of hell
Thy misery shall make my faith excell.
Exit Laches.