Act 4, Scene 2

Athens. A Room in TIMON's House.

  1. [Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three SERVANTS.]
  2. First Servant
  3. 1422 Hear you, Master Steward! where's our master?
  4. 1423 Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
  5. Flavius
  6. 1424 Alack! my fellows, what should I say to you?
  7. 1425 Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
  8. 1426 I am as poor as you.
  9. First Servant
  10. 1427 Such a house broke!
  11. 1428 So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
  12. 1429 One friend to take his fortune by the arm
  13. 1430 And go along with him!
  14. Second Servant
  15. 1431 As we do turn our backs
  16. 1432 From our companion, thrown into his grave,
  17. 1433 So his familiars to his buried fortunes
  18. 1434 Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
  19. 1435 Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
  20. 1436 A dedicated beggar to the air,
  21. 1437 With his disease of all—shunn'd poverty,
  22. 1438 Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
  23. [Enter other SERVANTS.]
  24. Flavius
  25. 1439 All broken implements of a ruin'd house.
  26. Third Servant
  27. 1440 Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
  28. 1441 That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,
  29. 1442 Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark,
  30. 1443 And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
  31. 1444 Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
  32. 1445 Into this sea of air.
  33. Flavius
  34. 1446 Good fellows all,
  35. 1447 The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
  36. 1448 Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake
  37. 1449 Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say,
  38. 1450 As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortune,
  39. 1451 'We have seen better days.' Let each take some;
  40. [Giving them money.]
  41. Flavius
  42. 1452 Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:
  43. 1453 Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
  44. [They embrace, and part several ways.]
  45. Flavius
  46. 1454 O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us.
  47. 1455 Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
  48. 1456 Since riches point to misery and contempt?
  49. 1457 Who would be so mock'd with glory? or so live,
  50. 1458 But in a dream of friendship?
  51. 1459 To have his pomp, and all what state compounds
  52. 1460 But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
  53. 1461 Poor honest lord! brought low by his own heart,
  54. 1462 Undone by goodness. Strange, unusual blood,
  55. 1463 When man's worst sin is he does too much good!
  56. 1464 Who then dares to be half so kind agen?
  57. 1465 For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
  58. 1466 My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accurs'd,
  59. 1467 Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
  60. 1468 Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas! kind lord,
  61. 1469 He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
  62. 1470 Of monstrous friends;
  63. 1471 Nor has he with him to supply his life,
  64. 1472 Or that which can command it.
  65. 1473 I'll follow and enquire him out:
  66. 1474 I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;
  67. 1475 Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still.
  68. [Exit.]