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Actus quinti

Scena jm a.

Gelasimus, Pseudocheus, Dameas, Eutrapelus, Pædio.
Gelas:
My Bootes and spurrs are on, all thinges ready
Only I want my flying Pegasus

Ps:
But staye awhile till he hath eate his haye
[tho] Woulds't haue him carrye thee three hundred myles
wt h.out a Bayte?

Gelas:
Pædio bidd the Smyth view Pegasus!
yf any nayles be wanting in his shoes
or yf his hoofes neede paring

Eut:
How circumspectly prouident is he

Ps:
When thou art mounted vp aloft into
the Middle region of th'Aire, a hill
hangs on the right hand on the left a Rock
direct thy course iust in the Middle waye

Gels:
Betweene the rock and hill I apprehend

Ps:
There Rocky Ætna swells breathes out his flames
take heede least Pegasus, there put his ffoote

Eut:
The Middle Region of th'Aire is couldest
If thou art wise at Ætna warme thy hands

Ps:
Hould thou thie tounge
Ætna being left fflye to Pindus hill
on right & left hand there thou shalt behould
the Mamaluccian Inhabitants
Them and theire Citties and theire Regions
thou soone shall ouerpasse, and at the length
the Milky waye thou shalt espie; Keepe that
that way will bringe thee to the Zodiaque
There thou maist lodge all night yf that thou please
that Cittie hath twelue Inns for travaylor s.
Taurus or Gemini, Cancer, Leo
or Virgo yf you. please, chouse wc h. thou wilt
But do[']st thou heare me?[*] Gelasimus
by noe meanes lodge thou in Aquarius

Gelas:
Why soe?

Ps:
Because that liquor. is to weake

Gelas:
What doe they hang vp signe posts at theire Dores?

Ps:
Yes.

Gelas:
That's well I[']le Inn at the Virgine

Ps:
Heere take this paper this will shew the way
and all the distances. from place to place.

he giues him a paper.
Eutr:
Ha, Ha, He! do'st thou beleiue such foolish fictions?
soe meerelie Comicall?

Ps:
H'st peace, ∥te of the prey shall come to thee
Se'est thou not this gould?

Gelas:
From [Ætna] Athens to Ætna sixtie fower myles
he Reades
ffrom Ætna to Pyndus eightie one myle and a halfe
[ffrom thence to the Mamulucces]
ffrom Pindus to the Mamuluccs 59 myles
ffrom the Mamuluccs to the Tingitanes 16t e e n e myles & a litle more
ffrom the Tingitanes vp to the Zodiaque 23
There I will Inne; Well, where must I goe next daye?
ffrom the Zodiaque downe to the pleasant ffeildes of Thessalie 57
there I will pick a Posye of sweete fflowers
ffrom the pleasant feilds of Thessalie to Gurgustidonia, 24 & somewhat more.
ffrom Gurgustidonia to the Squilmagians 83
ffrom the Squilmagians to the Pigmies 80 myles & a halfe
ffrom the Pigmies to the Antipodes 90 short myles
Pseudocheus
Thou promisedst to write a Chronicle
of all thy travayles, prythee haue a Care
My travayles may be registered therein
and lett that booke be my rare monument

Eutr:
He is ambitious, how he desires
to haue his folly made Immortall

Dem:
If thou wilt Ile notifie it sufficientlie to the people.

to Gelas:
Gelas:
Will you.? Pseudocheus reward the orator. what canst thou amplifie

Dem:

Demosthenes Could neuer paint a thinge out better in his Collou
r s. Thus I beginne
A Iorney is vndertaken but of whome? of a younge man of what
manner of man? not of a begger, but of one, that yett is endued
w
t h. the goodes of ffortune and body, this is called the— Circumstance of the person, lett vs now come to the—

Circumstance of the place
What is th'end of his Iorney, not Sparta, not Thebes not
Myteline it selfe; But he travailes to the Antipodes the
remotest region beneath the earth:;
What is the Cause Impulsive? not marchaundize, not rapine
not Warr, not

Gelas:
Egregious orator it is enough
Howers haue wings they quickly flye away
And t'is noe wisemans ∥te to make delayes
ffarewell my ffreinds for a long tyme farwell

Eut:
Ioue giue thy Voyage ffortunate successe

Dem:
Goe that thou mai'st retorne, returne that thou mai'st goe, maist
thou not perish, by the way thou go«e»est

Farewell
Exeunt omnes./

Scena 2d a [*]

Enter Timon & Laches wt h. [either a] 3 spades in their hands.
Tim:
Begon I saye, why dost thou follow me?
Why art thou yett soe instant?

Lach:
ffaith cōmaunds.

Tim:
Faith; Where is faith? where doth shee hide her head?
vnder the rise? or setting of the sunn?
Name thou the place.

Lach:
Here in this brest.

Tim:

Lach:
Lett me but followe thee

Tim:
If thou wilt follow me then chainge thy shape
into a Hydra that's in Lerna bred
or some strainge Monster hatcht in Affrica
Bee what thou art not, I will hugg thee then
this former face I hate detest and flye

Lach:
What is the reason thou do[']st hate me thus
Is this the recompence for all my paynes
He discouers himselfe
thou heretofore did'st turne me forth of dores
when I did giue thee true and «,» good advice
Doth the same fury now possesse thye mynd
what wickednesse doth make me soe abhor'd?

Tim:
Thou art a man, that's wickednesse enough.
I hate that fault, I hate all humane kinde
I hate my selfe, & curse my parents ghosts

Lach
Doth greife and rage thus ouerflowe theire bancks?
When will they Ebbe?

Tim:
Thou sooner shalt vnite
Water to ffyre heau'n to hell, darke to light
my mynd is Constant wt h. a burning hate
and knowes how to chainge; fforsake me then
I thee desire my ffoe and not my mate.

Lach:
Thinck mee thy foe, soe that thou suffer me
to be thy mate, noe hardnes I'le refuse
If thou Cōmaund my parents I'le despise
Thou soe cōmaunding will them euer hate.

Tim.
Thou hast prvayled be thou then my mate
but thou must suffer me to hate thee still
touch not or. hand, and exercise thie spade
in the remotest ∥te of all the ground.
O Ioue that dart'st thy peircing thunderboults
Lett a dire Comett wt h. his blazing streames
threaten a deadly plauge from heau'n on earth

Lach:
Lett seas of bloudshedd ouerflow the Earth

Tim:
Men, woemen, children perish, by the sword

Lach:
Lett ffunerall follow funerall & noe ∥te
of this world ruyne want.

Tim:
Lett greife teeme greife
and lett it be a punishmt. to lyue

Lach:
Lett Harvest cease.

Tim:
Lett riuers all wax drye
the hunger pyned parent eate the sonne

Lach:
The son̄ne the parent

Tim:
All plauges fall on this generac̄on
and neuer cease, heare me o heare me Ioue
Εμειο ζωντος γαια μιχθητω πυρι
Lett Atlas burthen from his shoulders slide
and the whole ffabrick of the heauens fall downe
While Timon lyues, yea now while Timon prayes
Returne Earth into thy former Chaos
Lett neuer sunn shyne to the world againe
Or Luna wt h. her brothers borrow'd light
Lett Timon see all theis things come to passe
such a Reuenge, best fitts such wickednesse.

Timon[s] diggs at one end of the stage and Laches at the other/

«Scena. 3a»

Enter Gelasimus booted & spurd wt h. a watch in one hand and a Riding rodd in th'other.
Gelas:
Hee bad me should expect my Pegasus
In theis same feilds, I wounder hee's not come
Sirrah thou digger did'st thou see this day?
a wynged horse here.

Tim:
Thee Ioue Confound thee
who e're thou art, hell swallow thee aliue
and be tormented there among the sprites

Gelas:
What this? Vse rusticks thus to rage & curse
I'le aske this other man. All hayle good man

Lach:
I will not, I had rather be sick than be the healthier for thy salutac̄on
I beseech Ioue that some euill end may betyde

Gelas:
Now as I liue this thinge is very strainge, perchaunce theis men haue stolne away my horse
Ile aske one question more
Leades this way to Pyræum I pray you.?

Tim
This way leade thee to the gallowes;

(he throwes dust on him
Gelas:
O most base deede to dusty my new cloathes
by Ioue, by Ioue, I'de sue thee at the lawe
If I went not to the Antipodes

Enter Pædio wt h. a Cappe made wt h. Asses eares.
Pæd:
Where shall I fynd my mr.?

Gelas:
What's the newes!?
Speake here here I am.

Pæd:
Pseudocheus is shipp[']t and gone to sea
Deliuers him the Capp
and sent to thee this guift.

Gelas:
Oh, oh, my gould
my Pegasus, my gould, my Pegasus
he puts the capp«*»
What shall I doe? wc h. shall I first lament?

Tim:
What sweete content delighteth thus my eares?
Noe harmony's soe sweete as humane teares
Water thye cheekes; and lett thyne eyes gush out
whole seas of teares, weepe, sigh, mourne & complaine
What? art thou wretched? & desir[']«e»st to dye?
I[']le tell thee where are wild beasts, wher'es the sea
Where's a steepe place vpon a stony rock
thats scytuated on a Mountaine high
and vnderneath the roaring sea doth swell
wil[']t thou goe thither? drowne thy selfe from thence
I[']le be thy guide, and helpe thee at a push
And when thou. fall'st in to the lowest hell
I will reioyce, what say'st thou, wil't[s] thou dye?

Gelas:
I am already dead;

Tim:
Thee therefore will I on theis shoulders beare[s]
Thy graue is made.

he offers to bur«*» him in the earth«*» he had digged
Gel:
O suffer me a while
to walke like to a shaddowe on the earth
or yf thou be soe plea[']sd I[']le digg wt h. thee

Tim:
Put of theis asses eares!

He giues him a spade
Gelas:
Theis were the true Armes of my graundfather

he puts of his ca[OMITTED]
Tim:
Soe mai[']st thou wander as a laughing stock
through out the Cittie & be made a scoffe
a Noted fable to the laughing people
A fitt reward for this thy foolishnes

Gelas:
Nothing greiues me soe much as that I may not marry
the daughter of the Kinge of the Antipodes.

Tim:
ffollow yor. asses function, bend downe thy back
thou shalt haue some flynt stones for thy paynes

Gelas«:»
I am very patient; O where haue you. putt my
owne proper heade.? I would not loose it willinglie,

Pæd:
Mr. I tooke you. for an Athenian, I see now thou art become an Arcadian
other busynes calls me hence, I pray you. gyue me leaue to leaue you.

Gelas:
Yf my acquaintance meete thee by thee by the waye
tell them that Pegasus gaue me a fall

Exit Pædio.
Tim:
Againe wt h. this my spade, I[']le wound the earth
He diggs
Why do'st not gape? & open thy wide Chincks?
Spew out thy Vapor s. and a blustring noyse
of winds [sp] breake forth, thy adoperted denns
Whats this? I am ama'zd, what doe I see?
He fynds gould
spendor of gould reflects vpon myne eyes
Is Cynthia tralucent in the darke
Where shall I turne myne eyes? [where] what shall I hide?
My new found treasure vnder neath the Earth?
or shall I drowne it in the Ocean?
Though all the world loue thee Timon hates thee
I'le drowne thee in the seas profunditie,

he offers to goe drowne it
Lach:
Stay Mr. stay, where runn you. headlong thus?

Tim.
To drowne the ruyne of the world and me

Lach:
The Gods would haue thee to be fortunate

Tim:
ffigge for the gods I wilbe miserable

Lach:
Wilt thou be wretched of thy owne accord?

Tim:
Vnder Bright gould lurks wretched miserie
I speake it by experience.

Lach:
Vnder bright gould publique reuenge doth lurke
Keepe it yf you. are wise, keepe it I saye
Thus maist thou be reueng'd of thy false freinds
exterminating them out of thie dores

Tim:
Thou hast prvayled Laches
ffar from the Cittie is a desart place
where the thick shaddowes of the Cypresse trees
obscure the daye light, & madge howlett whoopes
that as a place Ile chuse for my repose
Lett that day be vnfortunate wherein [I se]
I see a man, thee alsoe will I flye
of ffearefull of thee:

Lach:
I will followe thee

Tim:
Thy loue doth vex me Timon hates all men
yea I detest them wt h. a deadlie hate
[th] Neither the gods themselues doe I affect.

Exeunt Ti: & Lach:
Ge
O yee good people what will become of me?
my land is sould & all my gould is fledd
and nothing left me but this asses heade
O Pseudocheus worst of Travailers
hast thou thuscheated thy Gelasimus
Is this the wedding thou didst promise me?
Is this my Pegasus? I am vndone

[A noble gentleman of the goulden hill]
[the only propp & piller of his howse]
[Gelasimus by name is quite vndone.]

(Marginal note)

Graunt me o ffortune, graunt me one request
& tell me whether thou wilt yea, or noe?
ffyve or six talents powre downe suddenlie
in to my hands, or hayle them on my heade
what sayst thou? art thou deafe? as thou art blinde?
Timon pul'd gould, out from the earthes close Iawes
what yf I alsoe digg come hither spade
digg out some gould good spade.

Scen: 4t a.

Enter Hermogenes Stilpo, Speusippus
Herm:
The ayre is temperate, lets walke awhile in theis ffeilds

Gelas:
[I'le putt] What company is this? I[']le putt on this my perrop head
againe least they knowe me.

St:
Aristotle in his Meteorologickes and the xvjt e e n e. page as I remember
defendenth παραδοξ et ατροπος;

Her:

St:
Hee is a Peripatetick

Sp:
I[']le defend Aristotle to the death, yea Ile sweare punctually to all
he writes

St:
Sweare thy hart out, I'le say againe, and againe that Aristotle «:»
was a Blockhead, besides his beard he had not one hayre of learning

Sp:
Stirr not vp my Choller.

St.
I defyne a Peripateticke; A Peripatetick
is a two legd liuing Creature, gressible, Vnfeathered, of an Vnshorne—
heade, a writhled beard, beetle browed, of a shallowe witt;

Sp:
I[']le not endure this disgrace;

St:
What wilt thou doe? wilt thou fight
Peripatetick?

Sp:
A man may fight .2. manner of wayes wither Eminus
wt h. his tounge or Cominus wt h. his hands; I'le fight wt h. the Eminus
wt h. my tounge. A Peripatetick is not rightly defined; goe.

Her:
O Ioue Immortall what spectacle [ss] see I?

Gelas:
Sings.

Her:
A prodigie, a prodigie, an asse sings

St.
The worke of nature is either ordinary, or extraordinary, this is
an extraordinary Asse;

Her:
Soe the gods loue what fayre ear«e»
hath he?

Sp:
aswell according to the longitude as latitude

Her:
Heare thou Asse, who hyred thee to digg this ground?

Gelas:
My mr.

Her:
Who'es thy mr.?

Gelas:
Hee that hyred me.

Her:
Art not thou an Asse?

Gelas:
Do'st [thou] thinck me such an asse, as to Confesse my selfe an asse

Her:
By Ioue who could haue made a wyser answeare?

St:
Except me & Plato, and noe man could

Sp:
He'es an asse materially, not formally.

St.
or partiallie, not totallie

Sp:
I'le resolue it in one word; he'es an asse logically, & Capitally, not
Phisik[ly]callie & animallie

Gelas:
Philosophers, I will decide this Controuersy, yee say that I am
an asse
Wee say not soe absolutely, but according to some transcendentall respect[OMITTED]

Sp:
Haue yee the state of the question in brevitie thus
Wee say thou art an asse transcendentallie, not prædicamentally
that is (to expresse my selfe) reason not reasoning, but reasoned

Gelas:
Well, wincke awhile, & yee shall see a wounderfull Metamorphosis [«whe»] w[OMITTED]

& he put«t» capp on head.
Her:
This Philosopher is chainged into an asse.

St
A Chainge is made either essentially or accidentallie, I am
made an asse accidentallie.

Her:
Art not, thou in the Ayre Gelasimus?
Where's Pegasus wherevpon thou mounted
Booted & spur'd fleds't to the Antipodes

Gelas:
The skittish Iade threw me from out the clouds
downe headlong on the earth

Her:
O Cruell fate.

Gelas:
Soe it did please my euill spiritt, but
Buy yf thou please my bootes & gilded spurrs
I[']le henceforth goe a foote.

Her:
What company comes hitherwards?

Timon. Phil. Callim: Blatte. Eut: Demeas & Laches passing ouerthestage.
Gelas:
Timon hath found a mightie heape of gould
See, see, how many clyents follow him.

Her:
Come lett vs alsoe in among the rest
perchaunce wee shall obteyne or. former grace:

Exeunt omnes./

Scen' vlt:

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.