Tim. [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, That he is worship'd in a baser temple Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plow'st the foam, Settlest admired reverence in a slave: To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey! [Coming forward. 60 Our late noble master! Poet. Hail, worthy Timon! Pain. Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men? Having often of your open bounty tasted, Whose thankless natures-O abhorred spirits!- Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influ ence To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude With any size of words. Tim. Let it go naked, men may see 't the better. You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen and known. Pain. He and myself 70 Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts, Tim. Aye, you are honest men. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our serv ice. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you? 80 Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we 'll do, to do you service. Tim. Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold; I am sure you have: speak truth; ye 're honest men. Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore Came not my friend nor I. Tim. Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit Best in all Athens: thou 'rt indeed the best; Pain. That thou art even natural in thine art. But, for all this, my honest-natured friends, I must needs say you have a little fault: 91 Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I Both. To make it known to us. Tim. Beseech your honor You'll take it ill. Will you, indeed? Both. Most thankfully, my lord. Tim. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. XXXIII-8 113 Tim. There's never a one of you but trusts a knave That mightily deceives you. Both. Do we, my lord? 101 Tim. Aye, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble, Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured 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 stab them, drown them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you gold enough. Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. 110 Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in com pany: Each man apart, all single and alone, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, [To Painter] You have work for me, there's payment: hence! 120 115. The plain and simple meaning of this is, "where each of you is, a villain must be in his company, because you are both of you arch villains"; therefore a villain goes with you everywhere.-H. N. H. 120. "You have work"; so Ff.; Hanmer, "You have work'd"; |