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