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Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery :
[Timon retires to his Cave. 3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it.
i Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us ; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my
trade. 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true.
7 Compost, manure.
What an alteration of honour 8 has
TIMON comes forward from his Cave.
Have you forgot me, sir? Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt man, I have forgot thee.
Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.
The gods are witness, Ne'er did
poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone lord, than mine eyes for
you. Tim. What, dost thou weep?-Come nearer ;
then I love thee, Because thou art a woman,
and disclaim'st Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give,
An alteration of honour is an alteration of an honourable state to a state of disgrace, 9 How happily.
Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, in this supposed distress of his : it will show honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.
Poet. What have you now to present unto him?
Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation : qnly I will promise him an excellent piece.
Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation : performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying’ is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable : performance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a man so bad as is thyself.
Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have provided for him: It must be a personating of himself : a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a
3 The doing of that we said we would do.
discovery of the infinite flatteries, 'that follow youth and opulency.
Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, Than where swine feed ! "Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the
foam; Settlest admired reverence in a slave : To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey ! 'Fit I do meet them.
[Advancing Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! Pain,
Our late noble master. Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men?
Poet. Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall'n off, Whose thankless natures- abhorred spirits ! Not all the whips of heaven are large enough What! to you! Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being ! I'm rapt, and cannot cover
size of words.
He, and myself,
Ay, you are honest men.
Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do service.
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore
So, so, my lord.
[To the Poet.
4 A portrait was so called.