Second Servant No matter what; he’s poor, and that’s revenge
enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no
house to put his head in? such may rail against
great buildings.
Enter SERVILIUS
TITUS O, here’s Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
SERVILIUS If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some
other hour, I should derive much from’t; for,
take’t of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to
discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him;
he’s much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.
SERVILIUS Good gods!
TITUS We cannot take this for answer, sir.
FLAMINIUS [Within]
Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following
TIMON What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
Lucilius’s Servant Put in now, Titus.
TITUS My lord, here is my bill.
Lucilius’s Servant Here’s mine.
HORTENSIUS And mine, my lord.
Varro’s Servants And ours, my lord.
PHILOTUS All our bills.
TIMON Knock me down with ’em: cleave me to the girdle.
Lucilius’s Servant Alas, my lord,-
TIMON Cut my heart in sums.
TITUS Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON Tell out my blood.
Lucilius’s Servant Five thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMON Five thousand drops pays that.
What yours?–and yours?
First Servant My lord,–
Second Servant My lord,–
TIMON Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
Exit
HORTENSIUS ‘Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps
at their money: these debts may well be called
desperate ones, for a madman owes ’em.
Exeunt
Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS
TIMON They have e’en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!
FLAVIUS My dear lord,–
TIMON What if it should be so?
FLAVIUS My lord,–
TIMON I’ll have it so. My steward!
FLAVIUS Here, my lord.
TIMON So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
I’ll once more feast the rascals.
FLAVIUS O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.
TIMON Be’t not in thy care; go,
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I’ll provide.
Exeunt
Scene 5
The same. The senate-house. The Senate sitting.
First Senator My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault’s
Bloody; ’tis necessary he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Second Senator Most true; the law shall bruise him.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with Attendants
ALCIBIADES Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
First Senator Now, captain?
ALCIBIADES I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp’d into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into ‘t.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues:
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice–
An honour in him which buys out his fault–
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch’d to death,
He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere ’twas spent,
As if he had but proved an argument.
First Senator You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains as if they labour’d
To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which indeed
Is valour misbegot and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born:
He’s truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
His outsides, to wear them like his raiment,
carelessly,
And ne’er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly ’tis to hazard life for ill!
ALCIBIADES My lord,–
First Senator You cannot make gross sins look clear:
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
ALCIBIADES My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threats? sleep upon’t,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy? If there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant
That stay at home, if bearing carry it,
And the ass more captain than the lion, the felon
Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good:
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sin’s extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, ’tis most just.
To be in anger is impiety;
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.
Second Senator You breathe in vain.
ALCIBIADES In vain! his service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.
First Senator What’s that?
ALCIBIADES I say, my lords, he has done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies:
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!
Second Senator He has made too much plenty with ’em;
He’s a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: ’tis inferr’d to us,
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
First Senator He dies.
ALCIBIADES Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him–
Though his right arm might purchase his own time
And be in debt to none–yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his, and join ’em both:
And, for I know your reverend ages love
Security, I’ll pawn my victories, all
My honours to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive ‘t in valiant gore
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
First Senator We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.
ALCIBIADES Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.
Second Senator How!
ALCIBIADES Call me to your remembrances.
Third Senator What!
ALCIBIADES I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be, I should prove so base,
To sue, and be denied such common grace:
My wounds ache at you.
First Senator Do you dare our anger?
‘Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee for ever.
ALCIBIADES Banish me!
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.
First Senator If, after two days’ shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
Exeunt Senators
ALCIBIADES Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I’m worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
While they have told their money and let out
Their coin upon large interest, I myself
Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
Pours into captains’ wounds? Banishment!
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish’d;
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I’ll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
‘Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
Exit
Scene 6
The same. A banqueting-room in Timon’s house.
Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors
First Lord The good time of day to you, sir.
Second Lord I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
did but try us this other day.
First Lord Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as
he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
Second Lord It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
First Lord I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest
inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me
to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and