University of Virginia Library

The first Act:

scen. jm a.

Enter Timon and Laches
Timon.
Laches hast thou receau'd my rents?

Laches
Mr. I haue, and brought in sacks filled wt h. goulden talents
Is't yor. pleasure that I cast them into pryson?

Tim:
Into pryson, whye soe?

La:
Lett yor. chests be the pryson
yor. locks the keeper, and yor. keyes the porter
otherwise they'le fly away, swyfter then birds, or wyndes.

Tim:
I will noe miser bee,
fflye gould; enioye the sunn beames; ti's not fitt
bright gould should lye hidd in obscuritie
I'le rather scatter it among the people.
Lett poore men somewhat take of my greate plenty
I would not haue them greiue, that they went empty
from Timons threshould, and I will not see
my pensive freinds to pyne wt h. penurie.

La:
Who beares a princelie mynd, needes princelie wealth
or ells he'ele wither like a Rose in springe
Nought wilbe left but thornes of povertie
Mr. thou art noe Kinge, noe Prince; doe well
Vnto thie selfe, and all is well.

Tim:
Thou speakest like thie selfe, and in thy kinde
Lett those that are borne slaues beare abiect minds
I Timon am not Laches.

Lach:
I poore Laches
Not Timon, yf I were I would not see
my goodes by crowes devoured as they bee

Tim:
I'st euen soe my learned Counsaylor.?
Rule thou this howse, be thou a Cittizen
of Athens; I thy seruant will Attend
thou shalt correct me as thy bondslaue, yes
thou shalt correct me Laches: I will beare
as fitts a slaue: By all the gods I sweare
Bridle thy tounge; or I will cutt it out
and turne thee out of dores;

Lach:
Because I speake
the truth;

Tim:
But peace once, once more I saye.

Lach:
Yes I'le not mutter, I'le as Silent bee
as any Counsaylor. wt h. out his ffee.

Tim:
Inglorious dayes, leade they whose inwarde parts
Apollo hath not made of better claye
It is to me a Tryumph and a glorye
that people fynger poynt at me and saye
this, this is he, «th»at his lardge wealth and store
scatters among the Comons & the poore
Hee doth not sitt at home and hugg himselfe
rubbing his greedy right hand wt h.. his gould
Whil'st poore men theire misfortunes doe deplore
vnder the open Ayre, Laches bestrowe
the streetes wt h. gould, and lett the people knowe
How bountifull the hands of Timon are.

Lach:
(Asid«e,»)
Soe Ioue me loue I had rather rotten eggs
or stincking pispotts cast vpon theire heades.

Tim:
Th«e» noyse ascend's to heau'n; Timons greate name
In the Gods eares resounds, to his greate fame
This I heare willinglie, «an»d ti's farre sweeter
then sound of harpe, or any pleasant meetre
I magnified by the peoples crye
shall mount in glorye to the heauens high.

Exeunt

Scen: 2d a.

Enter Eutrapelus knocking at Timons dore and Abyssus the Vsurer [wt h] following him, then Enter Timon & Laches.
«E»utr:
Loue, pleasure, Ioye, delight dwell in this howse
How farest thou my humane Iupiter
What! Art thou Ioviall?

Tim:
I envye not Ioue himselfe

«E»utr:
By Venus Lapp I sweare thou seem'st to mee
to bee too sadd; Why walk'st thou not the streetes
thou scarce art knowne in tenn Tavernes yett
Subdue the world wt h. gould; See'st thou this ffeind?

«T»im:
What is hee?

«E»utr:
A gryping Vsurer Abyssus named
that man that knowes him not will scarce beleiue
what a dam'd knaue he is; I wt h. my cloake
muffled my face, myne hatt puld o're myne eyes
I walked through the byewayes of the Towne
the schooles, the Cinqueports, the markett places
by nookes and crookes I went; yett this bloud hound
Sents, swyftlie followes, hath me at a Baye
nor hath departed from my side this daye.

«T.»m:
His loue's officious;

«.b»y:
Eutrapelus pay me my mony?

«Eutr»:
—Di'st euer heare a Cuckowe of a note
more inauspicious?

Abyss:
Pay what thou ow'st Eutrapelus
Thou from my Clamor. neuer shalt goe ffree
Where e're thou go'st I still will followe thee
An Indiuiduall mate; When thou shalt dyne
I'le pull thye meate out of thie very mouth
When thou wilt sleepe I'le flye about thy bedd
like to a nyght mare; No; I will not lett
thyne eyes to slumber or take any rest.

«E»utr:
Proceed'st thou still wth thy ostreperous noyse?
Soe helpe me Bacchus I had rather see
Medusas heade, the dreadfull Basiliske
Hobgobins, yea Infernall Cerberus
Foh, turne him out of dores, least he infect
the whole howse wt h. the odor, of his breath
out, out, thou stinckard mans grand Enemye?

Abys:
Our Controuersye law shall soone decide
thou shalt «per»ceaue, what a fellowe I am
Il'e make the looke wormes through the pryson grates
vnlesse thou satisfie to me my debt
In good and lawfull mony.

Eutr:

Abyss:
Thou shalt not fright me wt h. thye bugbeare wordes
thye mountaines of Acroceraunia
Nor yett thy Panomphæan Ioue I ffeare
I aske what is my owne.

Eutr:
Thou logg thou stock, thou Arcadian beast
Know'st thou not what ti's to be honored
Is't not a Creditt and a grace to haue
me be thy debtor..?

Lach:
(Aside to Abyssus

Abyss:
Thou showld'st haue paid the ffirst of the Calends
T'is now the third day.

Lach:
Send for the Serients

(Aside to Abys[OMITTED]
Eutr:
Timon lend me a litle goulden dust?
to ffree me from this ffeind, some fower talents
will doe it;

Tim:
yea take ffyue, while I haue gould
I will not see my ffreinds to stand in neede;

Eutr:
Heroicke Spiritt! I will thee adore
and sacrifice to thee in ffranckinsence

Lach:
(Aside./)
I scarcelie am my selfe, I am starke madd
the Gods and Goddesses confound this scabb

Eutr:
Come hither what's the totall somme?

Abyss:
This bill
will certifie you. yf you. reade it;

Eutr:
Come not too neere,
I ffeare that shyning Ignis Fatuus
wc h. the lampe of thie nose doth beare [abo«u»te] aboute
approch thou not too nigh, two hundred pownds
well; thou shalt have it at the next exchainge
then, there of me thy debt thou shalt receaue

Abyss:
If not the pryson thee
Exit Abyssus.

Eutr:
The Apple of Tantalus now followe thee
O sweet'st of things thou hast reedeem'd thy ffreind
in myrth and Iollitie this daye I'le spend
Hee sings.

Tim:
Eutrapelus thou hold'st thyne owne; But why?
wearst thou a plume of ffeathers in thy hatt
Art thou a louer or a souldier?

Eutr:
Bee souldiers they that list, rather I thinck
It's safer farr to quaffe Carouse & drinck
and to embrace a lasse wt h. in my bedd
at my owne home.

Tim:

Eutr:
Th'art in the right; My gunn a barrell hath
A touch hole true chardged wt h. white pouder
My lasse hath tynder and a tynder box
and I haue stones and steele that will strike fire
shee alsoe is my rest, when I dischardge
This plume of ffeathers shee did gyue to me
As a Conspicuous symbole of her loue

Tim:
[Sure]Truely a worthy guift, but surely Venus
was not a ffreind to my Nativitie
I oft haue watched at my sweete harts dore
and offer'd vp whole Hecatombes of teares
I putt on black apparell at midnight
plai'd at her Window, on my sweete string'd lute
I sung her loue songs, Nothing could her moue
But when shee sawe the shyning gould, my loue
Whye stand'st thou heere? what's my gate a bandogg?
My hony gyue me this, nay yf thou lou'st me
I prithee gyue it me, her gowne is rent
or ells shee stands in neede of a gould ringe
somethinge shee wants, to craue shee wilbe bould
the man shee loues not, but shee loues his gould.

Eutr:
By Ioue thou know'st theire cunning to a hayre
But Timon shall I thirst, wt hin thie howse?
I haue not wett my lipps wt h. wyne this daye

Tim:
Come lett vs in wee will not want for drincke.

Exeunt.

Scen: 3a.

Enter Gelasimus and Pædio his Page. a table and a looking glass. [«***»]
Gelas:
Pædio; behould me Pædio are not my lookes grauer then they were?
Is not my Countenance full of gravitie?

Pædio.
As graue as a seuere Areopagite, wt h. his contracted eyebrowes

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, he, my wytty knaue, dost thinck I shall euer be an Areopagite?

Pæ:
But stay awhile till yor. beard growe bigger otherwise old
men wilbe ashamed, to be ouercome in counsayle and
vnderstanding, by one that is Barbatulous;

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, He, how I my selfe content my selfe, I wholly am pleased
wth my selfe, from the sole of my foote to the crowne of my
head; Soe the graces loue me, I could willinglie kisse my selfe
heere take my cloake, while I veiwe my selfe awhile
See heer'e's a looking glasse;
takes the glass.
Lord what goulden teeth haue I! what a purple coulored
face did'st euer see things more correspondent.?

Pæ:
Yor. anckles be too litle

Gelas:
The more gentlemanlike I shall not be a fatt greasy plebeian
What speake the Virgines of me canst thou tell.?

Pæ.:
They terme you. the Delight of men, white boye
Noble wt h.out Comparison, what not
This the like eyes, that the like nose desires
This yor. cheekes, & that yor. leggs.

Gelas:

Pæ:
Mr. Why sigh you. soe a nights?

Gelas:
I loue.

Pæ:
Noe marvayle; that art lou'd of soe many

Gelas:
I knowe not whether I am lou'd [of] or noe,

Pæ:
Cannot you. sleepe for loue?

Gelas:
Why not?

Pæ:
Not you.?
that are soe rich in ffarmes, statelie howses
whome yor. rich father left his only heyre

Gelas:
Thancks to the gods, I am not of the raggs
or fagg end of the people, Pædio see
I haue a gould ring wt h. a Iemm & signett

Pæ:
How daintilie theis Iemms becomes yor. fyngers

Gelas:
Did'st euer see the armes my sheild doth beare?

Pæ:
I well remember them;

Gelas:
my knaue relate them

Pæ:
Three guilded thistles;

Gel:
Well.

Pæ.
three fatt asses
Drawen out the Desarts of Arabia.

Gel.
Soe.

Pæ:
Two boares wt h. gilded stones in a feild

Gel:
Bloudy. Pædio. Nay rather turdy aside


Gels:
But the Crest, dost thou remember that?

Pæ:
My selfe not better; a white owle.

Gels:
Am not I fortunate?

Pæ.
Soe the gods would haue it,
But stay see who comes here?

Enter Pseudocheus to them

Scen: 4t a.

[«*»]
Pseu:
Hayle Athens, thancks to propitious Ioue,
thancks to Minerua; Welcome may I be
who mounted on a wodden horse this Daye
arriued at Pyræum.

Gelas:
Dost heare him Pædio?
He sayth he rode vpon a wodden horse
that I had such a one, dost thou [not] knowe where
are any wodden horses to be sould?
that neede [noe] spurrs, nor haye; Ile aske this strainger

Pæ
H'st Mr. stay
Mr. what say you. to a hobby horse?
but he doth meane a shipp and not a horse

Gelas:
What sayest thou my boye?
Ile playe vpon this fellow, I knowe him well enough

Pseu:
Good Gods how many idly sitt at home
like to lame Coblers, and doe neuer see
more earth or sea, than that where they were borne

Gelas:
Hee meanes not me, I, Sparta once beheld
from a High turrett

Ps.
I wt h. my ffeete haue pac'd the world about

Gelas:
Ile buye this flying horse and wandring ffeete

Ps.-
The Pyrenean Mountaynes, though that there
I wt h. my right hand, touch't the very clouds
Deuoring gulfs, nor quicksands of the sea
Did e're fright me, at Gades I washt away
Non Vltra writt wt h. Hercules owne hand
pacing the Myles of Europe Asia
and Affrica my wearied bones at last
are here arriued, and here my labours end.

Gelas:

Ps.-
A spruce neate youth, what yf I affront him

Gelas:
Good Gods how earnestlie doe I desire
his ffellowshipp, was I e're soe shamefac't
What yf I send and gyue to him my cloake

Ps.
What shall I saye? I saw his face at Thebes
or Sicilie?

Gelas:
Ile send it; Pædio
gyue him this cloake, salute him in my name
H'st, thou may'st tell him yf you. wilt how rich
Aside to Pædio
my ffather was

Pæ:
I come to thee a badging Messenger
our Lord Gelasimus from the goulden hill
sends thee a cloake a signe of his good will

Gelas.
Oh that he takes it kindlie.

Ps.
A Cloake! and why a cloake?

Pæ.
There was not in all Athens while he [«li.'dd»] liu'd
a ritcher then his ffather.

Ps.
What as a token of his loue say'st thou?
Returne this answeare to that noble youth
I Pseudecheus from the bloody tower
Doe wish him more then twenty thowsand healthes
Who e're he be, be he more ffortunate
then they that liue in the Isles fortunate
or in the fflourishing Elizian feilds
May he drinck Nectar, eate Ambrosia

Gelas:-
How daintylie his speech flowes from him

Ps:-
Tell him I will salute him!

Pæ:
The strainger Sr. Desires to salute you.

Gelas:
Tha'ts my desire; I will meete him

Ps.-
I will affront him

Gelas:
I wish admittance of scocietie

Pæ:
Foh how this proffered seruice stincks

Aside
Ps.
I thee admitt, thou needst not be ashamed
I seeme lesse then I am, who hath lurk'd close
Hath liued well.

Pæ.
Liue yee soe well, yee that are prysoners?
yee closely lurke I know that well

Ps.
Though here sett I my ffoote wt h.out a guard
I haue whole Islands at my beck and nodd

Gelas.
Lord what a potent freind haue I obteyned
What Cuntreyman I pray you.? [Sr.]

Ps.
A Wordling.

Gelas.
What a s«p»atious Countrey hath this man?
Athens «is» but a poynt compar'd to it

Ps.
«He»re is a neate Cittie statelie howses

Gelas:
You. neuer saw my howse in Rhamnuse streete?
I spent tenn powndes in paynting of my Dores
to make it knowne whose howse it was,

Ps.
I haue seene fayrer 'monge the Antipodes

Gelas.
What were you. e're among th[e]' Antipodes?

Ps.
About three yeres six monethes & fower Dayes
As I remember I departed thence
Last Day of March, soe tis', last day of March
my Calender tells me the very hower

Pæ.
This is noe Wordling he'es some Cretian

(Aside
Gelas:
On ffoote or horse went'st thou this greate Voyage?

Ps.
Vp to the ffeildes Gurgustidonian
I rode on horse back; the Antipodes
were distant thence about an hundred myles
there I being seene the Pigmies fearefully
ffledd all awaye:

Gelas:
They tooke thee for some Centaure; Ha, ha, He,

Ps.
True I perceaued it; did descend my horse
I said I was a man, they humbly came
one as a Page I tooke, dissmiss'd the rest.

Gelas:
If I among them were, would they accept [me]
mee for their Kinge,?

Ps:
They would yf I did send
wt h. thee my letters Commendatory

Gelas:
Ioue willing I my Iorney will beginn
Next moneth and in the ffyrst yere of my Raigne
Thou Pædio shalt be a nobleman

Ps:
At last I came to the Antipodes

Gelas.
What before euen;

Ps:
halfe an hower past six

Gelas.
But what did they?

Ps:
They all [amze] amazed were
admire concurre; they bringe me to theire Kinge
where I was feasted plac'd at his right hand

Gelas:
ffor honor s. sake.

Ps.
When I departed thence.
this ringe he gaue me,

Gels:
Prythee lett me seit
wilt thou that wee exchainge my Pylades?

Ps:
I am a man Ile not denye my ffreind
By Ioue my ringe is made of brasse not gould

(Aside
Gelas:
O happie me that weares the Kings owne Ringe
of th'Antipodes.

Ps:
Soe I blesse my ffreinds.

Pæ:
Mr.

Gelas:
What my knaue?

Pæ:
Perchaunce this man hath brought wt h. him some philtre
or loue prouoking pouder; soe you. maye
the loue of ffayrest Callimela [wynne] gaine

Gelas:
Dost thou thinck soe? my ffreind a word or two

Ps.
yes yf thou wilt three hundred;

Gelas:
doe you. thinck
I'st possible to obteyne a Maydens loue?
by pouders or by philtres

Ps:
Art thou Venus Vassall?

Gelas:
I am a man Compact of fflesh and blood
I feele a stirring heate

Ps:
Vpon the Mountaines of Thessalia
I doe remember that I sawe an Oake
that brought forth goulden Akornes of greate price
yf any young man had but one of theis
the maides would almost dye for loue of him
If I am not deceau'd, I haue of them,

Gelas:
Graunt Venus that you. haue.

Ps:
One to Thetis
an other to Proserpena I gaue
when I was last at Hell, a third toth Queene
of the Antipodes, a ffowrth I lost

Gelas:
Hast thou not one left,?

Ps:
No not one.

Gelas:
O me
o wretched me how are my hopes deceau'd

Ps:
Tut n'ere despayre;

Gelas:
Ah that thou had'st me blest
wt h. one of theis same Akornes;

Ps:
Peace be still?
wt h.out theis Akornes I'le effect thie will;
What is the girles father?

Gelas:
Pædio speake
my tounge is mute for greife my hart will breake

Pæ:
His nam'es Philargurus a man-devill

Ps:
What is the temperature of his body
Doth choller ffleame blood or melancholly
prædominate in him?

Pæ:
I knowe not I am noe Physician

Gelas:
Blood is prædominant I thinck; his cheekes
are purple Coulored;

Ps:
the more wanton he
After this manner, then woe thou the maid
when first thou dost behould her laugh aloud

Gelas:
As yf I were oreioyed, I will trye
Ha, Ha, He; how saye you. doe I well?
If this the hardest be I nothing ffeare

Ps:
What canst thou daunce and singe? play thou the girle!

Gelas:
I'st womanlye enough?

Pæd:
Sr. hide yor. beard

Ps:
I wt h. a merry Countenance thus begin
Fa, la, la, la, sol, la, how i'st my doue
Fa, la, la, sol, fa, la my marrow, my holy day
Fa, la, la, sol, la, me, re, I loue thee by Ioue
La, fa, la, la, sol, me, re, la, yor s. not his owne Gelasimus from the goulden hill
La, la, la, la, la, sol, me, la, me, re, la, la, sol, fa«*»

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, He;
Soe helpe me Gods a very pretty thinge!
Doe men woe maides soe among th'Antipodes?

Ps:
They doe;

Gelas:
Wt h. pricksong?

Ps:
yes, yes; pricksong is
the only way to woe and wynn a maid.

Gelas:
I'st soe? i'st soe? shee shall not want for that
I'le tickle her wt h. prick-song: O how my feete
Itch wt h. desire, Come lett vs goe, thou soone
shalt see how by thy prcepts I doe thriue;
Fa, la, la, sol, me, re sol;

Exeunt omnes./

Scen: 5t a.

Enter Tymon, Eutrapelus Hermogenes Laches
Eutr:
Heere doe wee liue and haue the world at will
[ffayre] ffare dayntilie, drinck stiffly, lodge softlye,
If such delights be euen among the Gods
by Iupiter I'le suffer both myne eares
to be bo'rd thorough wt h a Coblers awle

Tim:
My ffreinds shall drinck noe lees, wt h pleasant sack
my cupps shall flowe;

Eutr:
That that is eu'n sweeter
than the Gods Nectar.

Tim:
I haue noe leekes or garlike at my table.

Eutra:
Wee ffeede on partridge, pheazant, plover, quaile,
Snipes, woodcocks, larks, Ambrosia it selfe.

Tim:
Is not he madd, that carefullie doth watch
a thowsand heapes of wheate,? and dares not tast
one graine thereof, or he that drincketh lees?
having his Cellor s. fraught wt h. pleasing wynes
Ile vse my treasure and possesse my wealth
and spend my dayes in pleasure whil'st I lyue.
Wee shall goe naked to or. sepulchers
and carry not one groate away wt h. vs

Eutr:
Thou speakst Sybilla's leafes; yf I one doit
except one halfepeny beare to my graue
Lett Charon thrust me as a greedy knaue
out of his boate forthwt h. into the lake
Heare Tymon! Know'st thou what Hermogenes
Vndyned would haue? how [st«o»ng] well he sings & fidles;

Hermogines
sings

Tim:
Hermogenes thou hast deseru'd thye dynner

Herm:
Lett me haue it then

Lach:
Whye suffer you. this ffidler in yor. howse
there's not a veryer knaue in all the towne
yf he depart not, Mr. by yor. leaue
I'le thrust him out of dores

Tim:
I'st eu'n soe? come hither Hermogenes
gyue him a Cuffe, a sound box on the eare
Bee not afraid;

Her:
I am afraid of him
least he stri[c]ke me againe;

Tim:
Why stand'st thou soe?
Strike him I saye;

Lach:
But yf thou touche me I

Her:
What thou?

Lach:
I'le dash thy braynes out wt h. thy ffiddle;

Her:
I will not touch him; Hercules him selfe
would not abide his furious Countnance

Tim:
Now strike Hermogenes his hands are bounde.

Tymon houlds him
Her:
Lett mee see that, are they bound fast enough?
My hart is at the bottome of my hose

Tim:
Why dost thou thus delaye?

Her.
Now, now I strike;
Hee strikes him
Haue not I paid him soundlie?

Lach:
O yee gods
what shall I saye? yf [it] health it selfe desire
to saue this familie it cannot be

Her:
By Ioue I made him bellow like a bull

Tim:
Hermogenes come hither, take this gould
and buye the braue apparrell; this same man
I'le gyue thee to attend thee.

Her:
O happie day!

Eutr:
This Fidler I envye
would Laches had forbidden me the howse
Laches, dost see me Laches? I am a knaue too Laches.

Lach:
Spend and consume, gyue gould to this, to all
Yor. ritches are Immortall.

Tim:
I'le pull thye eyes out, yf thou add one word

Lach:
But I will speake, yf I were blynd, I'de speake

Tim:
What art thou soe magnanimous? be gone
the dore is open, Freeze or sweate thou knaue
Goe hang thie selfe.

Lach:
Mr. ffarewell. is this my loues reward?
Varletts farewell hatefull to gods & men
You. lusty ffydler, yf I meete wt h. thee
I'le knock thye Braines out.
Exit Laches.

Her:
Full glad am I he'es gon; I was afraid

Tim:
What dost thou wt h. this tott[ered]er'd habitt? I
will haue thee proudlie goe in rich apparell
Hould vp thye heade; I will maynteyne it

Eutr:
This man this daye rose wt h. his Arse vpwards
to daye a fidler and at night a Noble

Her:
How I doe scorne theis raggs; I a fidler?
I goe a fidling; noe not I by Ioue
Sirra I must cast of thy Company
thou art noe fitt Companion for me
he shewes his gould giuen by Timon.
Thy face I knowe not, thou three farthing Iack
gett fellowes like thye selfe; this, this, is it
shewes his gould againe
makes me a Noble man; dost heare me Tymon?
when shall wee goe to dynner? I suppose
I haue a stomack like a dog.

Tim:
We'ele goe.

Exeunt