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(For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,)
Flav. No, my most worthy master, (in whose breast
Tim. Look thee, 'tis lo; thou singly honest man,
Flav. O let me ftay
Tim. If thou hat'st curses,
Enter Poet and Painter, Pain. As I took note of the place, it can't be far where he abides.
6 I'd exchange
Poet. What's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold for true, that he's so full of gold ?
Pain. Certain. Alcibiades reports it: Phryniz and Timandra had gold of him; he likewise enrich'd poor stragling soldiers with great quantity. 'Tis faid, he gave his steward a mighty sum.
Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a tryal 7 'of his friends?
Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm in Abens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him in this suppos’d distress of his: it will shew 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 : only I will promise him
an excellent piece. Poet. I must serve him fo too, tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
Pain. Good as the best; Promising is the very air o'th' 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 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. Re-enter Timon from bis Cave, unseen, but over
bearing bim. Tim. Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a man so bad as thy self.
Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him : it must be a personating of himself; a fatyr against the softness of prosperity with a discovery of the infinite Aatteries 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.
8 'Pain.' Nay, let's seek him.
9 Poet.' True :
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn -
Poet. Hail! worthy Timon.
Poet. Sir, having often of your bounty tasted,
Tim. Let it go naked, men may fee't the better :
Pain. He, and my self,
Tim. Ay, you're honest men.
9 Paint. i black-corner'd ...old edit. Warb. emend. 2 Whose thankless natures, oh abhorred spirits! 3 What! to you ! 4 their whole being! 5 the great shower
Tim. Most honest men! why, how shall I require you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water ? no.
Boib. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.
Tim. Y'are honest men ; you've heard that I have gold, I'm sure you have ; speak truth, y’are honest men.
Pain. So it is said, my noble Lord, but therefore
Tim. Good honest man! thou draw'st a counterfeit
pain. So so, my Lord.
[To the Poet, Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, That thou art even natural in thine art. But for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, I must needs say you have a little fault ; Marry, not monstrous in you ; neither wish I You take much pains to mend.
Both. 'Befeech your honour
Tim. You'll take it ill.
Bolb. Do we, my Lord ?
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cogg, see him diffemble, Know his gross patchery, love him, and feed him, Keep in your bosom; yet remain assur’d That he's a made-up villain.
Pain, I know none such, My Lord.
Poet. Nor I. Tim. Look you, I love you well, I'll give you gold, Rid me these villains from your companies ; Hang them, or ftab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
Both. Name them, my Lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this; 'not'two in company, Each man apart, all single and alone ; Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. If where thou art, two villains shall not be, [To the Painter. Come not near him. If thou wouldīt not reside
[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack, there's gold, ye came for gold, ye Naves; You have work'd for me, there's your payment, hence! You are an alchymist, make gold of that: Out, rascal dogs! [Exit beating and driving 'em out.
Enter Flavius and two Senators. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon : For he is set so only to himself, That nothing but himself which looks like man Is friendly with him.
i Sen. Bring us to his cave.
2 Sen. At all times alike
Flav. Here is his cave: