TIMON
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places
alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: sit, sit. The
gods require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts,
make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough,
that one need not lend to another; for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods.
Make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score
of villains: if there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them beas they are. The rest of your fees,
O godsthe senators of Athens, together with the common lag of peoplewhat is amiss in them, you gods,
make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in nothing
bless them, and to nothing are they welcome.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
The dishes are uncovered and seen to be full of warm water Some Speak
What does his lordship mean? Some Others
I know not. TIMON
May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water Is your perfection.
This is Timon's last; Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your
faces Your reeking villany.
Throwing the water in their faces
Live loathed and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves,
meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-
jacks! Of man and beast the infinite malady Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go? Soft! take thy physic
firstthou tooand thou; Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. Burn, house! sink,
Athens! henceforth hated be Of Timon man and all humanity!
Exit
Re-enter the Lords, Senators, &c First Lord
How now, my lords! Second Lord
Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury? Third Lord
Push! did you see my cap?
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