Not Ep. 299: Shakespeare’s “Timon of Athens” Audioplay Feat. Jay O. Sanders, Michael Ian Black, and Michael Tow (Part One)

0:08 Mark/Stage: You're listening to the Partially Examined Life today bringing you a special presentation as we read through a play that we will then discuss on our next full episode. The play in question is Timon of Athens by William Shakespeare and Thomas Middleton, written probably around 1605. I'm Mark Linsenmayer. I'll be reading the stage directions and various little parts. Let's briefly go around and have the cast introduce themselves. First, the titular role, our Timon Jay Sanders.

0:35 Jay/Timon: I am Timon of Athens and you can

0:38 Mark/Stage: just IMDb these people. You've seen these people in things.

0:42 Jay/Timon: I've been around. I've worked with Michael.

0:44 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: That's right.

0:45 Mark/Stage: And Michael, what is your part?

0:46 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I'm Michael Ian Black. I'm playing Apemantus, the philosopher of the Cynic school.

0:51 Mark/Stage: Another TV actor. Michael Tow, introduce yourself.

0:55 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: I'm Michael Tow. I'm playing Alcibiades.

0:58 Mark/Stage: All right, and then we are very pleased to have a co editor of the edition we're reading. Sir Jonathan, introduce yourself.

1:05 Jonathan/Flavius: I'm Jonathan Bate, co editor of the RSC Shakespeare second edition just out, which you are reading. And I am playing Flavius, the loyal steward and servant of Timon.

1:16 Mark/Stage: And then There are over 30 parts in this. Those four are the only ones whose names anyone will remember. Let's have the ensemble folks introduce themselves before Bill.

1:25 Bill/Lucullus: Hi, I'm Bill Youmans. I am playing the old man, Lucullus, first Lord, etc.

1:33 Mark/Stage: Thanks Bill, for coming back and for connecting us here with Jay and with our next. Sarah, introduce yourself.

1:40 Sarah: Hello, I'm Sarah Manton. I am coming to you from a cupboard in New York City and I worked with Bill and I'm happy to be here.

1:51 Mark/Stage: And my frequent pretty much pod guest. Sara Lynn, introduce yourself.

1:55 Sara: I am Sara Lynn Breck. I'm a writer and a writing professor and today I get to be an actor.

2:01 Mark/Stage: But you were an actor at some point, right?

2:03 Sara: Like 20 years ago.

2:04 Mark/Stage: All right, well that's why I contacted you because of that 20 year old experience.

2:09 Sara: Keep the expectations low.

2:11 Mark/Stage: Speaking of that. Yes, all us regular podcast hosts are on here.

2:16 Seth/Painter/Others: Hi, this is Seth Paskin in Austin, Texas, one of the co hosts of the podcast and amongst other roles, I am going to be the painter.

2:25 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: I'm Dylan Casey here in Midland, Michigan and I am playing the jeweler.

2:31 Wes/Merchant/Others: This is Wes Alwan, co host. I'll be playing Merchant and some other small things.

2:36 Mark/Stage: So this takes place in ancient Athens. Jonathan, can you set us up very briefly? We're going to have a whole discussion with you next week. So we don't need to get in too much, but just set it up for the folks.

2:45 Jonathan/Flavius: What this play is, Timon is a very rich guy. And you know what it's like with rich guys. Everybody wants to be their friend. So he has parties, he has banquets, he has poets trying to get him to be their patron. Painters trying to sell him paintings, jewellers trying to sell him jewels. They all love him. But of course, he runs out of money. And once he runs out of money, most of them just don't want to know. Other really interesting thing about this play is, is of all Shakespeare's plays, it's the one that has the fewest female parts. In fact, there's a couple of prostitutes who have a cameo appearance, but otherwise, I'm afraid, it's all men.

But when a world is all men with no women, things don't go so well. No family either, you know, all the time. Shakespeare's other plays, fascinated by family relations, parents and children, siblings again, time and no family, just friends. But they're not all very good friends.

3:39 Mark/Stage: So this is five acts, a bunch of scenes in each. Will kind of stop, maybe after every scene. Recap for the audience what just happened in case anybody is totally lost and maybe reintroduce who's going to play what in the next. Because it's, as you say, it's. It's Timon and a few of these people visiting him, and then society. So it's many lords, and in general, it was Sarah. Sarah Lynn and Bill playing the lords and the. You know, the people. Whether he. He's giving them gifts or they're trying to collect money from him or whatever. And then us podcasters are the servants. But there's so many servants in some of these scenes that we break that fairly constantly. Act one, scene one. We four podcasters are playing the poet, painter, jeweler, and merchant. We're all hanging around waiting for Timon to show up. And it begins. Good day, sir.

4:33 Seth/Painter/Others: I'm glad you're well.

4:35 Mark/Stage: I have not seen you long. How goes the world?

4:38 Seth/Painter/Others: It wears, sir, as it grows.

4:40 Mark/Stage: 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. Ah, I know the merchant.

4:54 Seth/Painter/Others: I know them both. The other's a jeweller.

4:57 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Oh.

4:57 Wes/Merchant/Others: Tis a worthy lord.

4:59 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Nay, that's most fix'd.

5:01 Wes/Merchant/Others: Most incomparable man. Breath'd, as it were, to an untirable and continued goodness. He passes.

5:07 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: I have a jewel here.

5:09 Wes/Merchant/Others: Oh, pray let's see it. For the Lord Timon, sir, if he

5:12 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: will touch the estimate.

5:14 Mark/Stage: But for that, when we for recompense have praised the vile, it stains the glory in that happy verse which aptly sings the good.

5:23 Wes/Merchant/Others: Tis a good form, and rich.

5:25 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Here's a water. Look ye.

5:28 Seth/Painter/Others: You are wrapt, sir, in some work, some dedication to the great Lord.

5:32 Mark/Stage: A thing slipped idly from me our poesy is as a gum, which oozes from whence tis nourish'd. The fire in 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?

5:48 Seth/Painter/Others: A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?

5:51 Mark/Stage: Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece.

5:56 Seth/Painter/Others: Tis a good piece.

5:58 Mark/Stage: So Tis this comes off well. And excellent.

6:03 Seth/Painter/Others: Indifferent.

6:05 Mark/Stage: 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

6:15 Seth/Painter/Others: might interpret it is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch. Is it good?

6:21 Mark/Stage: I will say of it, it tutors nature. Artificial strife lives in these touches livelier than life. Enter certain senators.

6:30 Seth/Painter/Others: How this lord is follow'd.

6:33 Mark/Stage: The senators of Athens. Happy men, look more. 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, embrace and hug with amplest entertainment. My free drift halts not particularly, but moves itself in a wide sea of wax. No level. The malice infects one comma in the course. I hold but flies an eagle flight bold and forth on, leaving no tract behind.

7:03 Seth/Painter/Others: How shall I understand you?

7:06 Mark/Stage: I will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, as well as of glib and slippery creatures, as of grave and austere quality, tender down their services to Lord Tim and 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.

7:36 Seth/Painter/Others: Most rich in Timon's nod, I saw them speak together.

7:41 Mark/Stage: Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, feigned fortune to be throned. The base of the mount is ranked with all deserts, all kinds of natures, that labour on the bosom of this sphere to propagate their states amongst them all whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed 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.

8:08 Seth/Painter/Others: Tis conceiv'd to scope this throne, this fortune and this hill, methinks, with one man beckon'd from the rest below, bowing his head against the steepy mount to climb. His happiness would be well express'd in our condition.

8:22 Mark/Stage: 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.

8:39 Seth/Painter/Others: Ay, marry, what of these?

8:41 Mark/Stage: When fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved, all his dependents, which laboured after him to the mountain's top, even on their knees and hands, let him fly down, not one accompanying his declining foot.

8:56 Seth/Painter/Others: Tis common. A thousand moral paintings I can show, that demonstrate these quick blows of fortunes more pregnantly than words. Yet you do well to show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen the foot above the head.

9:14 Jay/Timon: Imprisoned is he, say you?

9:16 Sara: Ay, my good lord. Five talents is his debt, his means most short, his creditors most strait. Your honorable letter he desires to those have shut him up, which failing periods his comfort.

9:29 Jay/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.

9:43 Sara: Your lordship ever binds him, commend me to him.

9:46 Jay/Timon: 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.

9:55 Sara: All happiness to your honour.

9:57 Mark/Stage: Enter an old Athenian.

9:59 Bill/Lucullus: Lord Timon, hear me. Speak freely. Good father, Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

10:08 Jay/Timon: I have so. What of him?

10:11 Bill/Lucullus: Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

10:15 Jay/Timon: Attends he here, or no?

10:17 Sarah: Lucilius here, at your lordship's service.

10:21 Bill/Lucullus: 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.

10:40 Jay/Timon: Well, what further?

10:42 Bill/Lucullus: Only one 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've bred her at my dearest cost in qualities O 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. The man is honest, therefore he will be timon. His honesty rewards him in itself. It must not bear my daughter.

11:18 Jay/Timon: Does she love him?

11:22 Bill/Lucullus: She is young and apt. Our own precedent passions do instruct us what levity is in youth.

11:29 Jay/Timon: Love you the maid?

11:31 Sarah: Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.

11:34 Bill/Lucullus: 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.

11:46 Jay/Timon: How shall she be endowed, if she be mated with an equal husband?

11:51 Bill/Lucullus: Three talents in the present. In future, all.

11:56 Jay/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 way with her.

12:13 Bill/Lucullus: O noble lord, pawn me to this your honour.

12:18 Jay/Timon: She is his, my hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.

12:24 Sarah: Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may that state or fortune fall into my keeping, which is not owed to you.

12:32 Mark/Stage: Exit Lucilius. And, old man, vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship.

12:38 Jay/Timon: I thank you. You shall hear from me or not. Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

12:45 Seth/Painter/Others: A piece of painting, which I do beseech your lordship to accept.

12:49 Jay/Timon: Painting is welcome. The painting is almost a natural man, for since dishonour traffics with man's nature is but outside, these pencilled 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. The gods preserve ye well, fare ye, gentlemen. Give me your hand. We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel hath suffered under praise.

13:24 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: What, my lord?

13:25 Jay/Timon: Dispraise a mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't, as 'tis extolled, it would unclew me quite, my lord.

13:38 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: 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, dear lord, you mend the jewel

13:49 Jay/Timon: by wearing it well mocked.

13:52 Wes/Merchant/Others: No, my good lord. He speaks the common tongue, which all men speak with him.

13:56 Mark/Stage: Enter Apemantus.

13:58 Jay/Timon: Look who comes here. Will you be chid?

14:01 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: We'll bear with your lordship.

14:03 Wes/Merchant/Others: He'll spare none.

14:05 Jay/Timon: Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus.

14:08 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Till I be gentle. Stay thou for thy good morrow, when thou art Timon's dog, as thee and

14:13 Jay/Timon: these knaves honest, why dost thou call em knaves? Thou know' st them not.

14:19 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Are they not Athenians?

14:20 Jay/Timon: Yes.

14:21 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Then I repent not.

14:24 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: You know me, Apemantus.

14:26 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Thou know'. St I do. I called thee by thy name, thou proud Timon, of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

14:36 Jay/Timon: Whither art thou going?

14:37 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: To knock out an honest Athenian's brains?

14:41 Jay/Timon: That's a deed thou'lt die for.

14:44 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: If done doing nothing, be death by the law.

14:46 Jay/Timon: How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?

14:49 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: The best, for the innocence.

14:51 Jay/Timon: Wrought he not well that painted it?

14:54 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

14:59 Seth/Painter/Others: You're a dog.

15:01 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Thy mother's of my generation. What's she?

15:03 Jay/Timon: If I be a dog, wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

15:07 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: No, I eat not lords, and thou

15:10 Jay/Timon: shouldst thou anger ladies.

15:12 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: O, they eat lords. So they come by great bellies.

15:16 Jay/Timon: That's a lascivious apprehension.

15:19 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: So thou apprehendst it. Take it for thy labour.

15:22 Jay/Timon: How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

15:26 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Not so well as plain dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.

15:30 Jay/Timon: What dost thou think?

15:31 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Tis worth not worth my thinking. How now, poet?

15:35 Mark/Stage: How now, philosopher.

15:36 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Thou liest.

15:38 Mark/Stage: What, art not one? Yes, then I lie not.

15:41 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Art not a poet?

15:43 Mark/Stage: Yes.

15:44 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Then thou liest. Look, in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

15:49 Mark/Stage: That's not feigned. He is so.

15:51 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labor, he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord.

16:00 Jay/Timon: What wouldst thou do then, Apemantus?

16:02 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Even as Apemantus does now hate a lord with my heart.

16:07 Jay/Timon: What, thyself?

16:08 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Ay, that I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art thou not a merchant?

16:15 Wes/Merchant/Others: Ay, Apemantus, traffic.

16:18 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Confound thee, if the gods will not.

16:21 Wes/Merchant/Others: If traffic, do it, the gods do it.

16:23 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Traffic's thy God, and thy God confound thee.

16:28 Jay/Timon: What trumpet's that?

16:29 Mark/Stage: Enter a messenger.

16:30 Sara: Tis Alcibiades and some 20 horse, all of companionship.

16:35 Jay/Timon: Pray entertain them, give them guide to us. You must needs dine with me. Go not you hence till I have thanked you. When dinner's done, show me this peace. I'm joyful of your sights.

16:47 Mark/Stage: Enter Alcibiades with the rest.

16:50 Jay/Timon: Most welcome, sir.

16:52 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: So, so. Aches contract, and starve your supple joints, that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves. And all this courtesy, the strain of man's bred out into Baboon and monkey,

17:07 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: sir, you have saved my longing. And I feed most hungrily on your sight.

17:11 Jay/Timon: Right. Welcome, sir. Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time in different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

17:18 Mark/Stage: Exit all except Apemantus. Enter two lords.

17:22 Bill/Lucullus: What time of day is it, Apemantus?

17:25 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Time to be honest.

17:27 Bill/Lucullus: That time serves still the most accursed

17:31 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: thou that still omitt'st it.

17:34 Sarah: Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?

17:37 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.

17:41 Sarah: Fare thee well. Fare thee well.

17:44 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.

17:47 Sarah: Why, Apemantus shouldst have kept one to

17:50 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

17:53 Bill/Lucullus: Hang thyself.

17:55 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: No. I will do nothing at thy bidding. Make thy requests to thy friend.

18:00 Sarah: Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.

18:04 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I will fly like a dog the heels o' the ass.

18:08 Mark/Stage: He exits.

18:09 Bill/Lucullus: He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in and taste Lord Timon's bounty? He outgoes the very heart of kindness.

18:20 Sarah: 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.

18:35 Bill/Lucullus: The noblest mind he carries that ever governed man.

18:39 Sarah: Long may he live in fortunes. Shall we in? I'll keep you company.

18:44 Mark/Stage: They exit.

18:45 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Yay.

18:46 Mark/Stage: That's the end of scene one. And scene two is more of the same. More partying with. With. Is it even worth saying who's playing what?

18:55 Seth/Painter/Others: Let the audience guess.

18:56 Mark/Stage: All right, we're gonna. We're gonna get some servants here. We're gonna get. Jonathan is Flavius. Finally, we're gonna get Seth on a new part. We're getting the lords back. Mostly the same characters. Look out for when dancers come in led by Cupid. That's a high point.

19:11 Jay/Timon: All right.

19:11 Mark/Stage: Act one, scene two. The hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in. And then enter Lord Timon, the states, the Athenian lords Alcibiades and Ventidius, which Timon redeemed from prison. Then comes dropping after all Apemantus discontentedly like himself.

19:32 Seth/Painter/Others: Most honored Timon. It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age and call him too 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.

19:51 Jay/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.

20:11 Seth/Painter/Others: A noble spirit.

20:13 Jay/Timon: Nay, my lords. Ceremony was but devised at first to set a glass 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.

20:37 Bill/Lucullus: I thought we always have confessed it.

20:40 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Oh, confessed it. Hanged it, have you not?

20:43 Jay/Timon: Oh, Apemantus, you're welcome.

20:45 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: No, you shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

20:53 Jay/Timon: You'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 it.

21:11 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Indeed, let me stay at thine apperil, Timon. I come to observe. I give thee warning on it.

21:18 Jay/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.

21:28 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I scorn thy meat. Twould choke me, for I should never flatter thee. O you gods. What a number of men eats 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 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.

22:18 Jay/Timon: My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.

22:22 Sarah: Let it flow this way, my good lord.

22:25 Michael Ian Black/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. 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. Or a keeper with my freedom, or my friends, if I should need em. Amen. So fall to it. Rich men sin, and I eat root. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus.

23:21 Jay/Timon: Captain Alcibiades. Your heart's in the field now.

23:26 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

23:30 Jay/Timon: You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than and a dinner of friends.

23:35 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: So they were bleeding new, my lord. There's no meat like em. I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

23:41 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Would all those flatterers were thine enemies, then, that thou mightst kill em and bid me to em.

23:47 Bill/Lucullus: 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 forever perfect.

23:59 Jay/Timon: Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you. How had you been my friend's 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. Oh, you gods think I. What need we have friends, if we should ne' er have need of them? They were most needless creatures living, said we ne' er have use for them, and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases that keeps 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 call our own than the riches of our friends? Oh, what a precious comfort. Tis to have so many like brothers commanding one another's fortunes. O, joys even made away ere it can be borne. Mine eyes cannot hold out water. Methinks to forget their faults. I drink to you.

25:19 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Thou weep' st to make them drink, Timon.

25:22 Sarah: Joy had the like conception in our eyes, and at that instant like a babe sprung up.

25:28 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Oh, I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

25:33 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: I promise you, my lord, you moved me much, much

25:40 Jay/Timon: well. What means that trump?. How now?

25:43 Mark/Stage: Enter, servant.

25:44 Wes/Merchant/Others: Please you, my lord? There are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

25:48 Jay/Timon: Ladies? What are their wills?

25:51 Wes/Merchant/Others: There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office to signify their pleasures.

25:55 Jay/Timon: I pray, let them be admitted.

25:58 Mark/Stage: Enter Cupid with the mask of ladies. 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. Their taste, touch, all pleased from thy table rise. They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

26:19 Jay/Timon: They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance. Music make their welcome.

26:28 Bill/Lucullus: You see, my lord, how ample your

26:31 Mark/Stage: beloved. Enter the mask of Amazons with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing

26:40 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Hoy-day. What a sweep of vanity comes this way. They dance. They are madwoman 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 against 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 friend's gift? I should fear those that dance before me now would one day stamp upon me. Tas been done. Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

27:29 Mark/Stage: 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 the hautboys, and cease.

27:41 Jay/Timon: You have done our pleasures much grace, fair lady, set a fair fashion on our entertainment, which was not half so beautiful and kind. You have added worth unto't and lustre, and entertained me with mine own device.

27:58 Sara: I am to thank you for it, my lord. You take us even at the best

28:03 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking. I doubt me.

28:08 Jay/Timon: Ladies, there is an idle banquet attend you.

28:12 Sarah: Please you to dispose yourselves most thankfully, my lord.

28:17 Mark/Stage: Cupid and the ladies exit.

28:20 Jay/Timon: Flavius.

28:21 Jonathan/Flavius: My lord.

28:22 Jay/Timon: The little casket bring me hither.

28:26 Jonathan/Flavius: Yes, my lord. More jewels. Yet there's no crossing him in his humour, else I should tell him. Well, I faith I should, when all's spent. He'd be cross'd then, if he could. Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind. That man might ne' er be wretched for his mind.

28:44 Bill/Lucullus: Where be our men?

28:46 Wes/Merchant/Others: Here, my lord, in readiness.

28:49 Jay/Timon: O, my friends, I have one word to say to you. Look you, my good lord, I must entreat you to honour me so much as to advance this jewel. Accept it, and wear it. Kind.

29:04 Bill/Lucullus: My lord, I am so far already in your gifts.

29:09 Sarah: So are we all.

29:11 Mark/Stage: Enter a servant.

29:13 Wes/Merchant/Others: My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate, newly allied and come to visit you.

29:17 Jay/Timon: They are fairly welcome.

29:20 Jonathan/Flavius: I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word. It doth concern you.

29:24 Bill/Lucullus: Near, Near.

29:27 Jay/Timon: Why, then, another time I'll hear thee. I Prithee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.

29:33 Jonathan/Flavius: I scarce know how.

29:35 Mark/Stage: Enter another servant. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milk white horses trapped in silver.

29:44 Jay/Timon: I shall accept them fairly. Let the presents be worthily entertain'd.

29:51 Mark/Stage: Enter a third servant.

29:53 Jay/Timon: How now.

29:53 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: What news 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.

30:04 Jay/Timon: I'll hunt with him, and let them be received not without fair reward.

30:11 Jonathan/Flavius: 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 it. 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 even enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my lord, you

30:54 Jay/Timon: do yourselves much wrong. You bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of our

31:02 Sarah: love, with more than common thanks. I will receive it.

31:07 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Oh, he's the very soul of bounty.

31:10 Jay/Timon: And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day, of a bay courser I rode on. Tis yours because you liked it.

31:22 Bill/Lucullus: I beseech you. Pardon me, my lord, in that you

31:26 Jay/Timon: may take my want. My lord, I know no man can justly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own. I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.

31:39 Sarah: Oh, none so welcome.

31:42 Jay/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 amongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast lie

32:08 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: in a pitched field.

32:11 Bill/Lucullus: My lord, we are so virtuously bound.

32:15 Jay/Timon: And so am I to you.

32:19 Sarah: So infinitely endear'd all to you.

32:24 Jay/Timon: Lights. More lights.

32:26 Bill/Lucullus: The best of happiness, honour and fortunes. Keep with you.

32:29 Jay/Timon: Lord Timon, ready for his friends.

32:33 Michael Ian Black/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 them. Friendship's full of dregs. Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies.

32:53 Jay/Timon: Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not so sullen, I would be good to thee.

32:56 Michael Ian Black/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 giv'.

33:06 Bill/Lucullus: St.

33:06 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: So long, Timon. I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps and vainglories?

33:16 Jay/Timon: Nay, and you begin to rail on society once. I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and come with better music.

33:27 Mark/Stage: He exits.

33:29 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: So thou wilt not hear me now. Thou shalt not. Then I'll lock thy heaven from thee. Oh, that men's ears should be to counsel death, but not to flattery.

33:42 Mark/Stage: And he exits. Hey, we finished the scene.

33:46 Jay/Timon: Yay.

33:47 Mark/Stage: And the act? That was act one.

33:49 Sarah: Very good.

33:56 Mark/Stage: Can we give the audience, get him up to speed? I mean, it was Timon just being generous to a bunch of people. He gave away some horses. He gave away some money to let Ventidius get free from jail. He praised all these musicians and. And bought the thing from the painter and the. The poet. We got some banter with Apemantus. Anything I missed there? Any plot beats?

34:18 Sarah: He gave away a dowry to a servant.

34:21 Mark/Stage: Yes, yes, Lucilius.

34:23 Sarah: And some jewels.

34:24 Jonathan/Flavius: And when Ventidius dad has died and he's rich and offers to give the money back to him and says, no, I'm not taking anything back.

34:30 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Yes.

34:31 Jay/Timon: And he's given bounty from someone else. And he says, I'll give you better. I'll give you back something more. He's bound and determined to empty his coffers and then some.

34:41 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: But he doesn't seem to be aware.

34:43 Jonathan/Flavius: And Flavius, who's keeping the accounts, is the only one who knows there's nothing left in those coffers.

34:49 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: And in fact, he's leveraged. Right.

34:50 Jay/Timon: Yeah.

34:51 Mark/Stage: Act two is when we will now see the bills come due.

34:55 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Seems like Flavius probably should have said something before this.

35:00 Sarah: Yes, he's trying very hard.

35:02 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I understand.

35:04 Jay/Timon: Flavius. I appreciate you on the sidelines.

35:06 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: This is weeks in coming, if not years. Could have said, hey, buddy.

35:11 Mark/Stage: He tries to slow it down again and again.

35:13 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: All right, that sounds like Appomantis for sure.

35:18 Mark/Stage: Act two, scene one. Enter a senator.

35:22 Sara: And late five thousand to Varro. And Isidore. He owes 9,000 beside my former sum, which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion of raging waste. It cannot hold. It will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog and give it Timon. Why the dog coins gold if I would sell my horse and buy 20 more better than he? Why give my horse to Timon? Ask nothing. Give it him. It folds me straight and able horses. No porter at his gate, but rather one that smiles and still invites all that pass by. It cannot hold. No reason can sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say!

36:03 Sarah: King Here, sir, what is your pleasure?

36:05 Sara: Get on your cloak and haste you to lord Timon. Importune him for my moneys be not ceased with slight denial, Nor then silenced, when commend me to your master. And the cap plays in the right hand thus. But tell him my uses cry to me I must serve my turn out of mine own. His days and times are past, and my reliances on his fracted dates have spirited mint my credit. I love and honor him, but must not break my back to heal his finger. Immediate are my needs, and my relief must not be tossed and turned to me in words, but find supply immediate. Get you gone. Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand, For I do fear, when every feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

36:57 Sarah: I go, sir.

36:59 Sara: I go, sir. Take the bonds along with you, and have the dates in come.

37:04 Sarah: I will, sir.

37:06 Mark/Stage: Go across town. Enter the steward Flavius, with many bills in his hand.

37:13 Jonathan/Flavius: No care, no stop, so senseless of expense that he will neither know how to maintain it nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account how things go from him, nor resume no care of what is to continue. Never mind was to be so unwise to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear till feel I must be round with him. Now he comes from hunting.

37:37 Jay/Timon: Fie, fie, fie, fie.

37:39 Mark/Stage: Enter Caphis. Meaning servants of Isidore and Varro.

37:44 Sarah: Good even Varro. What, you come for money?

37:47 Wes/Merchant/Others: Is it not your business too?

37:49 Sarah: It is. And yours too, Isidore.

37:52 Seth/Painter/Others: It is so.

37:53 Sarah: Ugh. Would we were all discharged.

37:55 Wes/Merchant/Others: I fear it.

37:57 Sarah: Here comes the lord.

37:58 Mark/Stage: Enter Timon and his train, including Alcibiades.

38:01 Jay/Timon: So soon as dinner's done, will forth again my Alcibiades with me.

38:05 Sarah: What is your will, my lord? Here is a note of certain Jews.

38:10 Jay/Timon: Jews? Whence are you of Athens?

38:13 Sarah: Here, my lord.

38:16 Jay/Timon: Go to my steward.

38:18 Sarah: Please it your lordship, he hath put me off to the succession of new Days this month my master is awakened by great occasion to call upon his own and humbly praise you, that with your other noble parts you'll suit in giving him his right.

38:33 Jay/Timon: Mine honest friend. I prithee but repair to me next morning.

38:38 Sarah: Nay, good, good my lord.

38:39 Jay/Timon: Contain thyself, good friend.

38:42 Wes/Merchant/Others: One varro servant, my good lord, from Isidore.

38:46 Seth/Painter/Others: He humbly prays your speedy payment.

38:48 Sarah: If you did know, my lord, my master wants.

38:49 Wes/Merchant/Others: Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.

38:52 Seth/Painter/Others: Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I am sent expressively to your lordship.

38:56 Jay/Timon: Give me breath, I do beseech thee. Good my lords, keep on. I'll wait upon you instantly.

39:05 Mark/Stage: Exit. Alcibiades and Lourdes.

39:07 Jay/Timon: Come hither. Pray you. How goes the world that I am thus encountered with clamorous demands of broken bonds and the detention of long sinners, since due debts against mine honour Please

39:20 Jonathan/Flavius: you, gentlemen, the time is unagreable to this business. Your importunity cease till after dinner, that I may make his lordship understand wherefore you are not paid.

39:30 Jay/Timon: Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.

39:34 Jonathan/Flavius: Pray, draw near.

39:36 Mark/Stage: They exit. Enter. Apemantus and fool.

39:41 Sarah: Stay, stay. Here comes the fool with Appomantus. Let's have some sport with em.

39:47 Wes/Merchant/Others: Hang him. He'll abuse us.

39:49 Seth/Painter/Others: A plague upon him. Dog.

39:51 Wes/Merchant/Others: How dost, fool, Dost dialogue with thy shadow? I speak not to thee.

39:56 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: No. Tis thyself. Come away.

39:59 Seth/Painter/Others: And there's a fool hangs on your back already.

40:01 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: No, thou stand single. Thou' rt not on him yet.

40:05 Sarah: Where's the fool now?

40:07 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurers. Men bawds between gold and wan.

40:14 Sarah: What are we? Appemantous asses?

40:17 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Why, that you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to them, fool.

40:23 Mark/Stage: How do you, gentlemen?

40:24 Seth/Painter/Others: Gramercy's good Fool. How does your mistress?

40:27 Mark/Stage: She's even setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth, good gramercy. Enter. A page. Look you, here comes my master's page.

40:40 Sara: Why, how now, captain. What do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?

40:45 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

40:50 Sara: Prithee, Apemantus, read me the subscription of these letters. I know not which is which canst not read. No.

40:58 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: There will little learning die. Then that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go. Thou wast born a bastard, and thou die a bawd.

41:10 Sara: Thou Wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog's death. Answer not. I am gone.

41:16 Mark/Stage: He leaves.

41:18 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Even so, thou outrunnest grace. Fool. I will go with you to Lord Timon's.

41:23 Mark/Stage: Will you leave me there?

41:25 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers.

41:30 Wes/Merchant/Others: I would they served us.

41:32 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: So would I. As good a trick as ever hangman served thief.

41:36 Mark/Stage: Are you three usurers, men?

41:39 Jay/Timon: I fool.

41:41 Mark/Stage: I think no usurer, but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly and go away merry. But they enter my master's house merrily and go away sadly.

41:54 Wes/Merchant/Others: The reason of this I could render one.

41:57 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave, which, notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.

42:05 Wes/Merchant/Others: What is a horror, master?

42:06 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Fool.

42:07 Mark/Stage: A fool in good clothes. And something like thee. Tis a spirit sometimes appears like a lord, sometime like a lawyer, sometime like a philosopher, with two stones more than artificial one. He is very often like a knight, and generally in all shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore to 13, thus spirit walks in.

42:26 Wes/Merchant/Others: Thou art not altogether a fool.

42:29 Mark/Stage: No, thou altogether a wise man. As much foolery as I have so much wit, thou lack' st, that answer

42:36 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: might have become apemantus.

42:38 Sarah: Aside, aside. Here comes Lord Timon.

42:40 Mark/Stage: Enter, Timon and steward, come with me.

42:43 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Fool, come.

42:44 Mark/Stage: I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman, sometime the philosopher. Exit Epimantus and fool, Pray you, walk near.

42:52 Jonathan/Flavius: I'll speak with you anon.

42:54 Jay/Timon: You make me marvel. Wherefore, ere this time, had you not fully laid my state before me, that I might so have rated my expense as I had leave of means, you

43:05 Jonathan/Flavius: would not hear me. At many leisures I propose, go to.

43:09 Jay/Timon: Perchance some single vantages you took when my indisposition put you back, and that unactness made your minister thus to excuse yourself.

43:20 Jonathan/Flavius: O, my good lord, at many times I brought in my accounts, laid them before you. You would throw them off and say you found them in mine honesty, when for some trifling present, you have bid me return so much I have shook my head and wept. Yea, gainst the authority of manners, prayed you to hold your hand more close. I did endure not seldom, nor no slight checks, when I have prompted you in the ebb of your estate and your great flow of debts. My loved lord, though you hear now too late. Yet, yet, now's a time the greatest of your Having lacks a half to

43:56 Jay/Timon: pay your present debts, let all my lands be sold.

44:02 Jonathan/Flavius: Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and gone, and what remains will hardly stop the mouth of present dues. The future comes apace. What shall defend the interim? And at length how goes our reckoning?

44:14 Jay/Timon: To Lacedaemon did my land extend?

44:18 Jonathan/Flavius: O, my good lord, the world is but a word. Were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone?

44:25 Jay/Timon: You tell me true.

44:28 Jonathan/Flavius: If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, call me before the exactest auditors and set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, when all our offices have been oppressed with riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept with drunkenness spilling of wine, when every room hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful barrel of wine, and set mine eyes at flow.

44:56 Jay/Timon: Prithee, no more.

44:59 Jonathan/Flavius: Heavens, have I said the bounty of this lord. How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants this night? Who is not Timonds? What heart, head, sword, force means, but is Lord Timon's. Great Timon. Noble, worthy, royal Timon. Ah. When the means are gone that buy this praise, the breath is gone, whereof this praise is made. Feast won, fast lost. One cloud of winter showers, these flies are couched.

45:31 Jay/Timon: Come, summon me no further. No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart. Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Couldst thou the conscience lack, to think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart. If I would broach the vessels of my love, and try the argument of hearts by borrowing men and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, and I can bid thee speak, assurance. Bless your thoughts, and in some sort these wants of mine are crowned, that I account them blessings. For by these shall I try my friends, you shall perceive how you mistake my fortunes. I am wealthy in my friends within them. Flaminius, Sibilius.

46:31 Mark/Stage: Enter three of Timon's servants.

46:33 Seth/Painter/Others: My lord. My lord.

46:36 Jay/Timon: I will dispatch you severally. You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus. You I hunted with his honour to day, you to Sempronius. Commend me to their loves, and I am proud. Say that my occasions have found time to use em toward a supply of money. Let the request be 50 talents the exit.

47:03 Jonathan/Flavius: Lord Lucius and Lucullus. Hmm.

47:07 Jay/Timon: Go user to the senators, of whom, even to the state's best health, I have deserved this hearing. Bid em send the instant a thousand talents to me.

47:19 Jonathan/Flavius: I have been bold for That I knew it the most general way to them to use your signet and your name. But they do shake their heads, and I am here no richer in return.

47:30 Jay/Timon: This true can't be.

47:34 Jonathan/Flavius: They answer in a joint and corporate voice, that now they are at fall. Want treasure, cannot do what they would. Are sorry, you are honourable. But yet they could have wished. They know not something have been amiss and noble nature may catch a wrench. Would all all were well. Tis pity. And so intending other serious matters. After distasteful looks and these hard fractions, with certain half caps and cold moving nods, they froze me into silence.

48:05 Jay/Timon: You Gods reward them. Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows have their ingratitude in them. Hereditary. Their blood is caked. Tis cold, it seldom flows. Tis lack of kindly warmth. They are not kind. And nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey dull and heavy. Go to Ventidius. Prithee, be not sad. Thou art true and honest. Ingeniously I speak no blame belongs to thee. Ventidius lately buried his father, by whose death he stepped into a great estate when he was poor, imprisoned, and in scarcity of friends. I cleared him with five talents. Greet him from me. Bid him suppose some good necessity touches his friend, which craves to be remembered with those five talents. Dad, give it these fellows, to whom tis instant due. Speak or think that Timon's fortunes mong his friends can sink.

49:20 Jonathan/Flavius: I would I could not think it. That thought is bounty's foe. Being free itself, it thinks all others.

49:26 Mark/Stage: So he exits. It is now Act 3, Scene 1. We now get some some short scenes where those three servants that were just sent off arrive at their destinations and Scene one. Enter. Flaminius, wanting to speak with a lord from his masters, enters Lord Lucullus's servant to him.

49:45 Sarah: I have told my lord of you. He's coming down to you.

49:49 Seth/Painter/Others: I thank you, sir.

49:51 Bill/Lucullus: Here's my lord, one of Lord Timon's men. Gift, I warrant. Why, this hits from I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer to night. Flaminius. Honest Flaminius. You are very respectfully welcome, sir. And how does that honourable compleat, free hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful, good lord and master?

50:26 Seth/Painter/Others: His health is well, sir.

50:28 Bill/Lucullus: I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

50:39 Seth/Painter/Others: Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir, which in my lord's behalf I come to entreat your honour to supply, who having great and instant occasion to use 50 talents Hath sent to your lordship to furnish him nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

50:59 Mark/Stage: La la la la.

51:03 Bill/Lucullus: Nothing doubting, says he. Alas, good lord, a noble gentleman. Tis if he would not keep so good a house many a time and of I've dined with him, and told him on it, and come again to supper to him of purpose, to have him spend less, and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I've told him on't, but I could ne' er get him from it.

51:40 Sarah: Please your lordship. Here is the wine.

51:43 Bill/Lucullus: Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

51:50 Seth/Painter/Others: Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

51:53 Bill/Lucullus: I have observed thee always for a tortly prompt spirit. Give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and canst use the time well, if the time use thee will good parts in thee. Get you gone. Sira, draw nearer. Honest flaminiest, thy lord's a bountiful gentleman. But thou art wise, and thou know' st well enough, Although thou com' st to me that this is no time to lend money, especially on bare friendship without security. Here's three solidaires for thee. Good boy. Wink at me, and say thou thirst me not. Fare thee well.

52:43 Seth/Painter/Others: Is it possible the world should so much differ, and that we alive have lived? Fly, damn'd baseness to him that worships thee.

52:54 Bill/Lucullus: How I see thou art a fool unfit for thy master.

53:00 Seth/Painter/Others: May these add to the number that may scald thee. Let molten coin be thy damnation. Thou disease of a friend, and not himself has friendship such a faint and milky heart it turns in less than two nights.

53:15 Bill/Lucullus: O you gods.

53:16 Seth/Painter/Others: I feel my master's passion. This slave unto his honour has my lord's meat in him. Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment when he is turned to poison? O, may the diseases only work. Pon it. And when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature which my lord paid for be of any power to expel the sickness, but prolong his hour.

53:41 Mark/Stage: Meanwhile, across town in Act 3, Scene 2, Enter Lucius, who is a different person than Lucilius or Lucullus. This is Lord Lucius, with three strangers.

53:53 Sara: Who? The Lord Timon. He is my very good friend, and an honorable gentleman.

54:00 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord. Lord, and which I hear from common rumors now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.

54:14 Sara: Fie, no, do not believe it. He cannot want for money.

54:20 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: But believe you this, my lord, that not long ago one of his men was with Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, Nay, urged extremely for it, and showed what necessity belonged to it. And yet it was denied. How, I tell you, denied, my lord.

54:37 Sara: What a strange case was that. Now, before the gods, I am ashamed on it. Denied that honourable man. There was very little honour showed in it. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money plate, jewels and such like, trifles, nothing comparing to his. Yet had he mistook him and sent to me, I should never have denied his occasion so many talents.

55:05 Mark/Stage: Enter Timon's servant, Servilius.

55:08 Wes/Merchant/Others: See, by good hap yonder's. My lord, I have sweat to see his honour. My honour'd.

55:13 Sara: Lord Servilius, you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well. Commend me to thy honourable, virtuous lord. My very exquisite friend.

55:22 Wes/Merchant/Others: May it please your honour, my lord hath sent.

55:24 Sara: Ha. What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord he's ever sending. How shall I thank him? Think' st thou? And what has he sent now?

55:36 Wes/Merchant/Others: Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord, requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.

55:43 Sara: I know his lordship is but merry with me, he cannot want 50, 500

55:49 Wes/Merchant/Others: talents, but in the meantime he wants less. My lord, if his occasion were not virtuous, I should not urge it half so faithfully.

55:57 Sara: Dost thou speak seriously, Cerealius?

56:00 Wes/Merchant/Others: Upon my soul. Tis true, sir.

56:03 Sara: What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might have shown myself honourable. How unluckily it happened that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour. Servilius. Now, before the gods, I am not able to do the more. Beast, I say. I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness. But I would not for the wealth of Athens. I have done it now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his honor will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to. Be kind and tell him this from me. I count it one of my greatest afflictions, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you profend me so far as to use mine own words to him?

56:54 Wes/Merchant/Others: Yes, sir, I shall.

56:55 Mark/Stage: And he exits.

56:57 Sara: I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed, and he that's once denied will hardly speed.

57:06 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Do you observe this Hostilius?

57:08 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Ay, too well.

57:10 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Why, this is the world's soul, and just of the same peace as every flatterer's sport. Who can call him his friend that dips in the same dish? Or in my knowing, Timon has been this lord's father, and kept his credit with his purse, supported his estate. Nay, Timon's money has paid his men their wages. He ne' er drinks, but Timon's silver treads upon his lips. And yet, O see the monstrousness of man, when he looks out in an ungrateful shape, he does deny him in respect of his. What charitable men afford to beggars?

57:51 Mark/Stage: Religion groans at it.

57:53 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: For mine own part, I never tasted Timon in my life, nor came any of his bounties over me to mark me for his friend. Yet I proclaim protest for his right noble mind, illustrious virtue, and honourable carriage. Had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into donation, and the best half should have returned to him. So much I love his heart. But I perceive men must learn now with pity to dispense for policy sits above conscience.

58:28 Mark/Stage: And those three strangers exit, who were not Apemantus nor Alcibiades. They were different people, despite the similarity of voices. We're now in Act 3, Scene 3. Enter a third servant, who we're gonna call. What name did I give it to? Dillon.

58:45 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Snevelius.

58:46 Mark/Stage: Snuvelius, with Lord Sempronius, another of Timon's friends.

58:53 Sarah: Must he needs trouble me in it, Humph, above all others. But he might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus, and now Ventidius is wealthy too, whom he redeem'd from prison. All these owes their estate, son, to him.

59:11 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: My lord. They have all been touched and found base metal, for they have all denied him.

59:19 Sarah: How have they denied him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? And does he send to me three ham? It shows but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians, thrive. Give him over. Must I take the cure upon me? He's much disgraced to me in it. I'm angry at him that might have known my place. I see no sense for it. But his occasions might have wooed me first, for in my conscience, I was the first man that ever received a gift from him. And does he think so backwardly of me now, that I'll requite it last? No. So it may prove an argument of laughter to the rest. And mongst lords, be thought a fool, I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake, I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return, and with their faint reply, this answer join who? Bates? Mine honour shall not know my coin.

1:00:36 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Excellent. Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic, he crossed himself by it. And I cannot think but in the end the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul, takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politic love. This was my lord's best hope. Now all are fled, save only the gods. Now his friends are dead doors that were never acquainted with their wards. Now many a bounteous year must be employed now to guard sure their master. And this is all a liberal course allows. Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

1:01:32 Mark/Stage: And so ends Act 3, Scene 3 of Collection Agents, the stage play. We've had three of Timon's collection agents going around to no availability. And now in scene four, all the collection agents from the people that Timon owes money to are descending on his house. Enter Varro's man, meeting others, all Timon's creditors to wait for his coming out. Then a servant of Lucius, Titus and Hortensius. Well met.

1:02:02 Bill/Lucullus: Good morrow, Titus and Hortensius, like to you, kind Varro.

1:02:08 Sara: Lucius. What, do we meet together?

1:02:11 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Ay, and I think one. Business does command us all. For mine is money, so is theirs and ours.

1:02:19 Mark/Stage: Enter Philotas.

1:02:21 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: And sir Philotas too.

1:02:23 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Good day, at once.

1:02:24 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Welcome, good brother. What do you think the hour?

1:02:27 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Labouring for nine.

1:02:30 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: So much?

1:02:31 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: Is not my lord seen yet?

1:02:33 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Not yet.

1:02:34 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I wonder on it, he was wont to shine at 7.

1:02:38 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him. You must consider that a prodigal course is like the sun's, but not like his. Recoverable, I fear. Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse. That is, one may reach deep enough and yet find little.

1:02:53 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: I am of your fear for that.

1:02:56 Bill/Lucullus: I'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money.

1:03:03 Sara: Most true he does.

1:03:05 Bill/Lucullus: And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, for which I wait for money.

1:03:11 Sara: It is against my heart.

1:03:13 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Mark, how strange it shows Timon in this should pay more than he owes. And even as if your lord should wear rich jewels and send money for them.

1:03:23 Sara: I'm wary of this charge. The gods can witness. I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, and now ingratitude makes it worse than than Stealth.

1:03:34 Mark/Stage: Yes. Mine's 3,000 crowns. What's yours?

1:03:37 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: 5,000. Mine.

1:03:39 Mark/Stage: Tis much deep, and it should seem by the sum your master's confidence was above mine, else surely his had equalled. Enter Flaminius.

1:03:49 Bill/Lucullus: Ah, one of Lord Timon's men.

1:03:52 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Flaminius, Sir, a word, pray. Is my lord ready to come forth?

1:03:59 Seth/Painter/Others: No, no, indeed he is not.

1:04:01 Bill/Lucullus: We attend his lordship. Pray signify so much.

1:04:06 Seth/Painter/Others: I need not tell him that he knows you are too diligent.

1:04:10 Mark/Stage: Flaminius exits, But Flavius the steward enters in a cloak. Muffled.

1:04:17 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Is not that his steward? Muffled? So he goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him, do you hear, sir?

1:04:23 Sara: By your leave, sir.

1:04:25 Jonathan/Flavius: What do you ask of me, my friend?

1:04:28 Bill/Lucullus: We wait for certain money here, sir.

1:04:31 Jonathan/Flavius: Ay, if money were as certain as your waiting, twere sure enough. Why then preferred you not your sums and bills when your false masters ate of my lord's meat? Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts, and take down the interest into their gluttonous maws. You do yourself but wrong to stir me up. Let me pass quietly. Believe it, my lord, and I have made an end. I have no more to reckon he to spend.

1:04:58 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Ay, but this answer will not serve

1:05:01 Jonathan/Flavius: if twere not serv'd. Tis not so base as you, for you serve knaves.

1:05:06 Mark/Stage: Flavius exits. How? What does his cashiered worship mutter?

1:05:12 Sarah: No matter what, he's poor, that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.

1:05:24 Mark/Stage: Enter Servilius Timon, servant.

1:05:25 Bill/Lucullus: Ah, here's Servilius. Now we shall know some answer.

1:05:30 Wes/Merchant/Others: If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from it, for take it of my soul. My lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him. He's much out of health and keeps his chamber.

1:05:46 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Many do keep their chambers, are not sick. And if it be so far beyond his health, methinks he should the sooner pay his debts and make a clear way to the gods.

1:05:57 Bill/Lucullus: Good gods, we cannot take this for answer, sir.

1:06:01 Seth/Painter/Others: Servilius. Help my lord. My lord.

1:06:04 Mark/Stage: Enter Timon in a rage.

1:06:06 Jay/Timon: What are my doors oppos'd against my Passage. Have I been ever free, and must my house be my retentive enemy? My jail, the place which I have feasted. Does it now, like all mankind, show

1:06:21 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: me an iron heart put in now, Titus.

1:06:26 Bill/Lucullus: My lord. Here is my bill.

1:06:29 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Here's mine.

1:06:30 Sara: And mine, my lord.

1:06:32 Sarah: And ours, my lord.

1:06:33 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: All our bills.

1:06:35 Jay/Timon: Knock me down with them. Cleave me to the girdle.

1:06:40 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Alas, my lord.

1:06:41 Jay/Timon: Cut my heart in sums 9,50 talents. Tell out my blood.

1:06:49 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: 5,000 crowns, my lord.

1:06:51 Jay/Timon: 5,000 drops pays that.

1:06:54 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: What?

1:06:55 Jay/Timon: Yours and yours, my lord.

1:06:58 Sarah: My lord.

1:06:59 Jay/Timon: Tear me. Take me and the gods fall upon you.

1:07:05 Mark/Stage: Exit, Timon.

1:07:07 Sara: Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money. These debts may well be called desperate ones for a madman.

1:07:13 Mark/Stage: Ozem they all exit. Now we're at Act 3, Scene 5. Presumably the steward went to Ventidius and also begged and didn't get the money. It seems we could have used a fourth scene of people harassing him for money.

1:07:28 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: But

1:07:32 Mark/Stage: enter Timon and Flavius.

1:07:34 Jay/Timon: They have e' en put my breath from me. The slave creditors. Devils.

1:07:40 Jonathan/Flavius: My dear lord.

1:07:41 Jay/Timon: What if it should be so, my lord? I'll have it so. My steward.

1:07:48 Jonathan/Flavius: Here, my lord.

1:07:50 Jay/Timon: So fitly. Go bid all my friends again. Lucius, Lucullus and Sempronius, or all drugsers all. I'll once more feast the rascals.

1:08:04 Jonathan/Flavius: O, my lord, you only speak from your distracted soul. There's not so much left to furnish out a moderate table.

1:08:11 Jay/Timon: Be it not in thy care. Go, I charge thee, invite them all. Let in the tide of knaves once more. And my cook and I'll provide.

1:08:23 Mark/Stage: He exits. Act three, Scene six. The tension is rising. Except. Wait. This is the B plot. We're. We're now leaving. Timon.

1:08:33 Jonathan/Flavius: Enter.

1:08:33 Mark/Stage: Three senators at one door, Alcibiades meeting them with attendance.

1:08:39 Wes/Merchant/Others: My lord, you have my voice to it. The fault's bloody. Tis necessary he should die. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

1:08:47 Sara: Most true. The law shall bruise him.

1:08:50 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Honor, health and compassion to the Senate. Now, Captain, I am an humble suitor to your virtues, for pity is the virtue of the law, but none but tyrants use it cruelly. It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood hath stepped into the law, which is past depth to those that without heed do plunge into it. He is a man, setting his fate aside, of comely virtues. Nor did he sold the fact with cowardice, an honour in him which buys out his faults, but with a noble fury and fierce spirit Seeing his reputation touched to death, he did oppose his foe, and with such sober and unnoted passion he did behave his anger, ere twas spent as if he had proved an argument.

1:09:38 Wes/Merchant/Others: You undergo too strict a paradox, striving to make an ugly deed look fair. Your words have took such pains as if they labored to bring manslaughter into form, and set quarrelling upon the head of valor. Which indeed is valor. Misbegotten came into this world when sex and factions were newly born. He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer the worst. That man can breathe and make his wrongs his outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, and never prefer his injuries to his heart to bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill. What folly. Tis to hazard life for ill. My lord, you cannot make gross sins look clear. To revenge is no valour, but to

1:10:20 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: bear my lords, then under favour. Pardon me if I speak like a captain. Why do fond men expose themselves to battle and not endure all threats? Sleep upon, and let the foes quietly cut their throats without repugnancy. If there be such valor in the bearing, what makes we abroad? Why, then women are more valiant that stay at home. If bearing carry it, and the ass more captain than the lion, the fellow loaded with irons wiser than the judge, if wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, as you are, great be pitiful. Good, who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood. To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust, but in defence by mercies, tis most just. To be in anger is impiety. But who is man that is not angry? Weigh up at the crime.

1:11:16 Sara: With this you breathe in vain.

1:11:20 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: In vain. His service done, and Lacedaemon and Byzantium were a sufficient briber for his life.

1:11:26 Jay/Timon: What's that?

1:11:28 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Why, I say, my lords, he's done fair service, and slain in fight many of your enemies. How full of valor did he bear himself in the last conflict and make plenteous wounds.

1:11:39 Sara: He has made too much plenty with him. He's a sworn rioter. He has a sin that often drowns him and takes his valor prisoner. If there were no foes that were enough to overcome him in that beastly fury he has been known to commit outrages and cherish factions. Tis inferred to us. His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

1:12:02 Wes/Merchant/Others: He dies hard.

1:12:04 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Fate he might have died in war, my lords, if not for any part in him, though his right arm might purchase his own time, and be in debt to none. Yet More to move you take my deserts to his and join them both. And for I know your reverend ages love security upon my victories. All my honour to you upon his good returns. If by this crime he owes the law his life, why let the war receive it in valiant gore. For law is strict and war is nothing more.

1:12:37 Wes/Merchant/Others: We are for law. He dies. Urge it no more. On height of our displeasure, friend or brother, he forfeits his own blood. That spills another.

1:12:47 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Must it be so? It must not be. My lord, I beseech you. You know me how called me to your remembrances. What I cannot think. But your age has forgot me. It could not be else I should prove so base to sue and be denied such common grace. My wounds ache at you.

1:13:05 Wes/Merchant/Others: Do you dare our anger? Tis in few words, but spacious in effect. We banish thee forever.

1:13:12 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Banish me? Banish your dotit? Banish usury that makes the senate ugly.

1:13:19 Wes/Merchant/Others: If after two days shine Athens contain the attend our way to your judgment and not to swell our spirit. He shall be executed presently.

1:13:30 Mark/Stage: The senator's exit.

1:13:32 Michael Tow/Alcibiades: Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live only in bone that none may look upon you. I am worse than mad. I have kept back their foes while they have told their money and let out their coin upon large interest. I myself rich only in large herds. All those for this. Is this the balsam that the usaring senate pours unto the captain's wounds? Banishment. It comes not ill. I hate not to be banished. It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury that I may strike at Athens. I will cheer up my discontented troops and lay for hearts. Tis honor with most lands to be at odds. Soldiers should brook as little wrong as gods.

1:14:12 Mark/Stage: And he exits.

1:14:13 Bill/Lucullus: All right.

1:14:14 Mark/Stage: So that was a nice little diversion from the story of Timon, that one of his. His guests, Alcibiades there, has run into some trouble. One of his soldiers was being committed to death for a war crime, and now he's chosen exile and he. He hates Athens. And we'll see what happens with that. But not quite yet, because we got one more Scene of Act 3 Where We Go back to. Well, it just says enter diverse friends, lords and senators at several doors. But I believe we're back at Timons again.

1:14:43 Bill/Lucullus: The good time of day to you, sir.

1:14:46 Sarah: I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord did but try us the other day.

1:14:54 Bill/Lucullus: Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we encountered. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.

1:15:05 Sarah: It should not be by the persuasion of his new feasting?

1:15:10 Bill/Lucullus: I should think so. He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did earnest urge me to put off. But he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear in like

1:15:24 Sarah: manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me that my provision was out.

1:15:38 Bill/Lucullus: I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.

1:15:44 Sarah: Every man hears so. What would he have borrowed of you?

1:15:48 Bill/Lucullus: A thousand pieces.

1:15:51 Sarah: A thousand pieces? What of you he sent to me, sir? Oh, here he comes.

1:15:58 Mark/Stage: Entertainment and attendance.

1:16:00 Jay/Timon: With all my heart, gentlemen both. And how fare you?

1:16:05 Bill/Lucullus: Ever at the best hearing well of your lordship.

1:16:08 Sarah: The swallow follows not slow summer more willingly than we, your lordship.

1:16:13 Jay/Timon: Nor more willingly leaves winter. Such summer birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay. Feast your ears with the music awhile. If they will fare so harshly the trumpet sound, we shall toot presently.

1:16:31 Bill/Lucullus: I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that I returned you an empty message.

1:16:37 Jay/Timon: O, sir, let it not trouble you, my noble lord. Ah, my good friend. What cheer.

1:16:46 Sarah: And the banquet is brought in my most honourable lord. I am even sick of shame that when your lordship this other day sent to me I was so unfortunate a beggar.

1:16:58 Jay/Timon: Think not on, sir, if you had

1:17:01 Sarah: sent but two hours before.

1:17:04 Jay/Timon: Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come, bring in all together

1:17:10 Sarah: all covered dishes.

1:17:12 Bill/Lucullus: Royal cheer, I warrant you.

1:17:15 Mark/Stage: Doubt not that, if money in the season can yield it.

1:17:19 Bill/Lucullus: Ah, how do you? What's the news?

1:17:22 Mark/Stage: Alcibiades is banished. Hear you of it, Alcibiades.

1:17:27 Bill/Lucullus: Banished? Banished.

1:17:28 Mark/Stage: Tis so. Be sure of it.

1:17:31 Michael Ian Black/Apemantus: How?

1:17:31 Sarah: How, I pray you?

1:17:33 Jay/Timon: Upon what, my worthy friends? Will you draw near?

1:17:38 Mark/Stage: I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward this is

1:17:42 Sarah: the old man still wilt hold, wilt hold? It does, but time will, and so

1:17:48 Jay/Timon: I do conceive each man to his stool with that spur, as he would to the lip of his beauty. 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 man, men would forsake the gods make the meat be beloved more than the man that gives it.

Let no assembly of 20 be without a score of villains. If there sit 12 women at the table, let a dozen of them be as they are the rest of your foes. O God. The senators of Athens, together with the common tag of people, what 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. Uncovered dogs and lap.

1:19:25 Bill/Lucullus: What does this lordship mean?

1:19:29 Sarah: I know not.

1:19:31 Jay/Timon: May you a better feast. Never behold you not of mouth. Friends, 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, you reeking villainy. 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 crushed you quite o'. Er. Wilt dost thou go soft? Take thy physic first. Thou too, and thou stay.

1:20:34 Bill/Lucullus: I will lend thee money.

1:20:36 Jay/Timon: Borrow none.

1:20:37 Mark/Stage: The Lord's exit.

1:20:38 Jay/Timon: What all in motion. Henceforth be no feast whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. Burn house, sink Athens. Therefore hated be of Timon, man and all humanity.

1:20:59 Mark/Stage: And now we cut to the. I guess the foyer where the lords that just left the previous scene are here.

1:21:06 Bill/Lucullus: Now, now, my lords.

1:21:08 Sarah: Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

1:21:11 Jonathan/Flavius: Push.

1:21:12 Mark/Stage: Did you. Did you see my cap?

1:21:13 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: I have lost my gown.

1:21:16 Bill/Lucullus: He's but a mad lord, and naught but humoured sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day and now he's beat it out of my hat. Did you see my jewel?

1:21:27 Mark/Stage: Did you see my cap?

1:21:28 Jay/Timon: Here.

1:21:28 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Tis here lies my gown.

1:21:31 Bill/Lucullus: Let's make no stay.

1:21:33 Sarah: Lord Timon's mad.

1:21:34 Mark/Stage: I feel it upon my bones.

1:21:37 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: One day he gives us diamonds, the next day, stones.

1:21:41 Mark/Stage: All the lords and senators exit. And so we conclude Act 3. Oh, man, that was a rough last feast where he just gave them just empty plates. Well, he had.

1:21:52 Wes/Merchant/Others: What?

1:21:53 Dylan/Jeweler/Others: Smoke.

1:21:53 Jonathan/Flavius: Well, I think they weren't empty. I think they had. They had cold water and stones in them. He was throwing water at him and. And then when he says, I'm giving you money, he's actually chucking stones at them, which is why they run off. It's kind of one you have to see that one it doesn't quite work unless you see it on stage, but it's a great ending to the first half.

1:22:14 Bill/Lucullus: Yeah.