ACT I, SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.
[Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors]
Painter:
- I am glad you're well.
Poet:
- I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
Painter:
- It wears, sir, as it grows.
Poet:
- Ay, that's well known:
- But what particular rarity? what strange,
- Which manifold record not matches? See,
- Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
- Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.
Painter:
- I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
Merchant:
- O, 'tis a worthy lord.
Jeweller:
- Nay, that's most fix'd.
Merchant:
- A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
- To an untirable and continuate goodness:
- He passes.
- Jeweller: I have a jewel here--
Merchant:
- O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
- Jeweller: If he will touch the estimate: but, for that--
Poet:
-
[Reciting to himself]
- 'When we for recompense have
- praised the vile,
- It stains the glory in that happy verse
- Which aptly sings the good.'
Merchant:
- 'Tis a good form.
-
[Looking at the jewel]
Jeweller:
- And rich: here is a water, look ye.
Painter:
- You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
- To the great lord.
Poet:
- A thing slipp'd idly from me.
- Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
- From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
- Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
- Provokes itself and like the current flies
- Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Painter:
- A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
Poet:
- Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
- Let's see your piece.
Painter:
- 'Tis a good piece.
Poet:
- So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
Poet:
- Admirable: how this grace
- Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
- This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
- Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
- One might interpret.
Painter:
- It is a pretty mocking of the life.
- Here is a touch; is't good?
Painter:
- How this lord is follow'd!
Poet:
- The senators of Athens: happy man!
Poet:
- You see this confluence, this great flood
- of visitors.
- I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
- Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
- With amplest entertainment: my free drift
- Halts not particularly, but moves itself
- In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
- Infects one comma in the course I hold;
- But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
- Leaving no tract behind.
Painter:
- How shall I understand you?
Poet:
- I will unbolt to you.
- You see how all conditions, how all minds,
- As well of glib and slippery creatures as
- Of grave and austere quality, tender down
- Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune
- Upon his good and gracious nature hanging
- Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
- All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
- To Apemantus, that few things loves better
- Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
- The knee before him, and returns in peace
- Most rich in Timon's nod.
Painter:
- I saw them speak together.
Poet:
- Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
- Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount
- Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
- That labour on the bosom of this sphere
- To propagate their states: amongst them all,
- Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
- One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
- Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
- Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
- Translates his rivals.
Painter:
- 'Tis conceived to scope.
- This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
- With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
- Bowing his head against the sleepy mount
- To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
- In our condition.
Poet:
- Nay, sir, but hear me on.
- All those which were his fellows but of late,
- Some better than his value, on the moment
- Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
- Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
- Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
- Drink the free air.
Painter:
- Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet:
- When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
- Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants
- Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top
- Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
- Not one accompanying his declining foot.
TIMON:
- Imprison'd is he, say you?
Messenger:
- Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
- His means most short, his creditors most strait:
- Your honourable letter he desires
- To those have shut him up; which failing,
- Periods his comfort.
TIMON:
- Noble Ventidius! Well;
- I am not of that feather to shake off
- My friend when he must need me. I do know him
- A gentleman that well deserves a help:
- Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
- and free him.
Messenger:
- Your lordship ever binds him.
TIMON:
- Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
- And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
- 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
- But to support him after. Fare you well.
Messenger:
- All happiness to your honour!
-
[Exit]
-
[Enter an old Athenian]
Old Athenian:
- Lord Timon, hear me speak.
TIMON:
- Freely, good father.
Old Athenian:
- Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
TIMON:
- I have so: what of him?
Old Athenian:
- Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
TIMON:
- Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!
LUCILIUS:
- Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Athenian:
- This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
- By night frequents my house. I am a man
- That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
- And my estate deserves an heir more raised
- Than one which holds a trencher.
TIMON:
- Well; what further?
Old Athenian:
- One only daughter have I, no kin else,
- On whom I may confer what I have got:
- The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
- And I have bred her at my dearest cost
- In qualities of the best. This man of thine
- Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
- Join with me to forbid him her resort;
- Myself have spoke in vain.
TIMON:
- The man is honest.
Old Athenian:
- Therefore he will be, Timon:
- His honesty rewards him in itself;
- It must not bear my daughter.
TIMON:
- Does she love him?
Old Athenian:
- She is young and apt:
- Our own precedent passions do instruct us
- What levity's in youth.
TIMON:
-
[To LUCILIUS]
- Love you the maid?
LUCILIUS:
- Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
Old Athenian:
- If in her marriage my consent be missing,
- I call the gods to witness, I will choose
- Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
- And dispossess her all.
TIMON:
- How shall she be endow'd,
- if she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Athenian:
- Three talents on the present; in future, all.
TIMON:
- This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
- To build his fortune I will strain a little,
- For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
- What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
- And make him weigh with her.
Old Athenian:
- Most noble lord,
- Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
TIMON:
- My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
Poet:
- Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
TIMON:
- I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
- Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
Painter:
- A piece of painting, which I do beseech
- Your lordship to accept.
TIMON:
- Painting is welcome.
- The painting is almost the natural man;
- or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
- He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
- Even such as they give out. I like your work;
- And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
- Till you hear further from me.
Painter:
- The gods preserve ye!
TIMON:
- Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
- We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
- Hath suffer'd under praise.
Jeweller:
- What, my lord! dispraise?
TIMON:
- A more satiety of commendations.
- If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
- It would unclew me quite.
Jeweller:
- My lord, 'tis rated
- As those which sell would give: but you well know,
- Things of like value differing in the owners
- Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
- You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
Merchant:
- No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
- Which all men speak with him.
TIMON:
- Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
-
[Enter APEMANTUS]
- Jeweller: We'll bear, with your lordship.
Merchant:
- He'll spare none.
TIMON:
- Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
APEMANTUS:
- Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
- When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
TIMON:
- Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
APEMANTUS:
- Are they not Athenians?
APEMANTUS:
- Then I repent not.
- Jeweller: You know me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.
TIMON:
- Thou art proud, Apemantus.
APEMANTUS:
- Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
TIMON:
- Whither art going?
APEMANTUS:
- To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
TIMON:
- That's a deed thou'lt die for.
APEMANTUS:
- Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
TIMON:
- How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- The best, for the innocence.
TIMON:
- Wrought he not well that painted it?
APEMANTUS:
- He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
- he's but a filthy piece of work.
APEMANTUS:
- Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
TIMON:
- Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- No; I eat not lords.
TIMON:
- An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies.
APEMANTUS:
- O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
TIMON:
- That's a lascivious apprehension.
APEMANTUS:
- So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour.
TIMON:
- How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
- man a doit.
TIMON:
- What dost thou think 'tis worth?
APEMANTUS:
- Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!
Poet:
- How now, philosopher!
APEMANTUS:
- Art not a poet?
APEMANTUS:
- Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
- hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
Poet:
- That's not feigned; he is so.
APEMANTUS:
- Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
- labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o'
- the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
TIMON:
- What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
APEMANTUS:
- That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
- Art not thou a merchant?
APEMANTUS:
- Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
Merchant:
- If traffic do it, the gods do it.
APEMANTUS:
- Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
- Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger
TIMON:
- What trumpet's that?
Messenger:
- 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
- All of companionship.
APEMANTUS:
- So, so, there!
- Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
- That there should be small love 'mongst these
- sweet knaves,
- And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
- Into baboon and monkey.
ALCIBIADES:
- Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
- Most hungerly on your sight.
First Lord:
- What time o' day is't, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- Time to be honest.
First Lord:
- That time serves still.
APEMANTUS:
- The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.
Second Lord:
- Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
APEMANTUS:
- Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
Second Lord:
- Fare thee well, fare thee well.
APEMANTUS:
- Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
Second Lord:
- Why, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS:
- Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
- give thee none.
First Lord:
- Hang thyself!
APEMANTUS:
- No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
- requests to thy friend.
Second Lord:
- Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!
APEMANTUS:
- I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.
-
[Exit]
First Lord:
- He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
- And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
- The very heart of kindness.
Second Lord:
- He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
- Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
- Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
- But breeds the giver a return exceeding
- All use of quittance.
First Lord:
- The noblest mind he carries
- That ever govern'd man.
Second Lord:
- Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?
First Lord:
- I'll keep you company.
-
[Exeunt]
ACT I, SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.
[Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in;
FLAVIUS and others attending;
then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS.
Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself ]
VENTIDIUS:
- Most honour'd Timon,
- It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
- And call him to long peace.
- He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
- Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
- To your free heart, I do return those talents,
- Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
- I derived liberty.
TIMON:
- O, by no means,
- Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
- I gave it freely ever; and there's none
- Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
- If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
- To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
VENTIDIUS:
- A noble spirit!
TIMON:
- Nay, my lords,
- They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON
- Ceremony was but devised at first
- To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
- Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
- But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
- Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
- Than my fortunes to me.
-
[They sit]
First Lord:
- My lord, we always have confess'd it.
APEMANTUS:
- Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
TIMON:
- O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
APEMANTUS:
- No;
- You shall not make me welcome:
- I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
TIMON:
- Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
- Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
- They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
- man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
- himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
- he fit for't, indeed.
APEMANTUS:
- Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
- observe; I give thee warning on't.
TIMON:
- I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
- therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
- prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
APEMANTUS:
- I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
- ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
- men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
- to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
- and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
- I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
- Methinks they should invite them without knives;
- Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
- There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
- next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
- breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
- man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
- huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
- Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
- Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
TIMON:
- My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
Second Lord:
- Let it flow this way, my good lord.
APEMANTUS:
- Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
- well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
- look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
- be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
- This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
- Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
- Apemantus' grace.
- Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
- I pray for no man but myself:
- Grant I may never prove so fond,
- To trust man on his oath or bond;
- Or a harlot, for her weeping;
- Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
- Or a keeper with my freedom;
- Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
- Amen. So fall to't:
- Rich men sin, and I eat root.
-
[Eats and drinks]
- Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
TIMON:
- Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
ALCIBIADES:
- My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
TIMON:
- You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
- dinner of friends.
ALCIBIADES:
- So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
- like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
APEMANTUS:
- Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
- that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
First Lord:
- Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
- would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
- some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
- for ever perfect.
TIMON:
- O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
- themselves have provided that I shall have much help
- from you: how had you been my friends else? why
- have you that charitable title from thousands, did
- not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
- more of you to myself than you can with modesty
- speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
- you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
- friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
- were the most needless creatures living, should we
- ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
- sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
- sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
- myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
- are born to do benefits: and what better or
- properer can we can our own than the riches of our
- friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
- so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
- fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
- Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
- forget their faults, I drink to you.
APEMANTUS:
- Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
Second Lord:
- Joy had the like conception in our eyes
- And at that instant like a babe sprung up.
APEMANTUS:
- Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
Third Lord:
- I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
APEMANTUS:
- Much!
-
[Tucket, within]
TIMON:
- What means that trump?
-
[Enter a Servant]
- How now?
Servant:
- Please you, my lord, there are certain
- ladies most desirous of admittance.
TIMON:
- Ladies! what are their wills?
Servant:
- There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
- bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
TIMON:
- I pray, let them be admitted.
-
[Enter Cupid]
Cupid:
- Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
- That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
- Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
- To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
- Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
- They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
TIMON:
- They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
- Music, make their welcome!
-
[Exit Cupid]
APEMANTUS:
- Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
- They dance! they are mad women.
- Like madness is the glory of this life.
- As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
- We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
- And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
- Upon whose age we void it up again,
- With poisonous spite and envy.
- Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
- Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
- Of their friends' gift?
- I should fear those that dance before me now
- Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
- Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
-
[The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON;
and to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance,
men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease]
TIMON:
- You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
- Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
- Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
- You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
- And entertain'd me with mine own device;
- I am to thank you for 't.
First Lady:
- My lord, you take us even at the best.
APEMANTUS:
- 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
- taking, I doubt me.
TIMON:
- Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
- Please you to dispose yourselves.
TIMON:
- The little casket bring me hither.
FLAVIUS:
- Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!
- There is no crossing him in 's humour;
-
[Aside]
- Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should,
- When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could.
- 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
- That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
-
[Exit]
First Lord:
- Where be our men?
Servant:
- Here, my lord, in readiness.
TIMON:
- O my friends,
- I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
- I must entreat you, honour me so much
- As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
- Kind my lord.
First Lord:
- I am so far already in your gifts,--
All:
- So are we all.
-
[Enter a Servant]
Servant:
- My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
- Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
TIMON:
- They are fairly welcome.
FLAVIUS:
- I beseech your honour,
- Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
TIMON:
- Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
- I prithee, let's be provided to show them
- entertainment.
FLAVIUS:
-
[Aside]
- I scarce know how.
-
[Enter a Second Servant]
Second Servant:
- May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
- Out of his free love, hath presented to you
- Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
TIMON:
- I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
- Be worthily entertain'd.
-
[Enter a third Servant]
- How now! what news?
Third Servant:
- Please you, my lord, that honourable
- gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
- to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour
- two brace of greyhounds.
TIMON:
- I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
- Not without fair reward.
FLAVIUS:
-
[Aside]
- What will this come to?
- He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
- And all out of an empty coffer:
- Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
- To show him what a beggar his heart is,
- Being of no power to make his wishes good:
- His promises fly so beyond his state
- That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
- For every word: he is so kind that he now
- Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.
- Well, would I were gently put out of office
- Before I were forced out!
- Happier is he that has no friend to feed
- Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
- I bleed inwardly for my lord.
-
[Exit]
TIMON:
- You do yourselves
- Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
- Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
Second Lord:
- With more than common thanks I will receive it.
Third Lord:
- O, he's the very soul of bounty!
TIMON:
- And now I remember, my lord, you gave
- Good words the other day of a bay courser
- I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
Second Lord:
- O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
TIMON:
- You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
- Can justly praise but what he does affect:
- I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
- I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
All Lords:
- O, none so welcome.
TIMON:
- I take all and your several visitations
- So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
- Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
- And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
- Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
- It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
- Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
- Lie in a pitch'd field.
ALCIBIADES:
- Ay, defiled land, my lord.
First Lord:
- We are so virtuously bound--
TIMON:
- And so
- Am I to you.
Second Lord:
- So infinitely endear'd--
TIMON:
- All to you. Lights, more lights!
First Lord:
- The best of happiness,
- Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
APEMANTUS:
- What a coil's here!
- Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
- I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
- That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
- Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
- Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
TIMON:
- Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
- good to thee.
APEMANTUS:
- No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
- there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then
- thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,
- Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in
- paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
- vain-glories?
TIMON:
- Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
- sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
- with better music.
-
[Exit]
APEMANTUS:
- So:
- Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then:
- I'll lock thy heaven from thee.
- O, that men's ears should be
- To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
-
[Exit]