Alcibiades knew his voice, and offered him help and money. But Timon would none of it, and began to insult the women. They, however, when they found he had discovered a gold mine, cared not a jot for his opinion of them, but said, "Give us some gold, good Timon. Have you more?"With further insults, Timon filled their aprons with gold ore.
"Farewell," said Alcibiades, who deemed that Timon's wits were lost; and then his disciplined soldiers left without profit the mine which could have paid their wages, and marched towards Athens.
Timon continued to dig and curse, and affected great delight when he dug up a root and discovered that it was not a grape.
Just then Apemantus appeared. "I am told that you imitate me,"said Apemantus. "Only," said Timon, "because you haven't a dog which I can imitate.""You are revenging yourself on your friends by punishing yourself,"said Apemantus. "That is very silly, for they live just as comfortably as they ever did. I am sorry that a fool should imitate me.""If I were like you," said Timon, "I should throw myself away.""You have done so," sneered Apemantus. "Will the cold brook make you a good morning drink, or an east wind warm your clothes as a valet would?""Off with you!" said Timon; but Apemantus stayed a while longer and told him he had a passion for extremes, which was true.
Apemantus even made a pun, but there was no good laughter to be got out of Timon.
Finally, they lost their temper like two schoolboys, and Timon said he was sorry to lose the stone which he flung at Apemantus, who left him with an evil wish.
This was almost an "at home" day for Timon, for when Apemantus had departed, he was visited by some robbers. They wanted gold.
"You want too much," said Timon. "Here are water, roots and berries.""We are not birds and pigs," said a robber.
"No, you are cannibals," said Timon. "Take the gold, then, and may it poison you! Henceforth rob one another."He spoke so frightfully to them that, though they went away with full pockets, they almost repented of their trade. His last visitor on that day of visits was his good steward Flavius. "My dearest master!" cried he.
"Away! What are you?" said Timon.
"Have you forgotten me, sir?" asked Flavius, mournfully.
"I have forgotten all men," was the reply; "and if you'll allow that you are a man, I have forgotten you.""I was your honest servant," said Flavius.
"Nonsense! I never had an honest man about me," retorted Timon.
Flavius began to cry.
"What! shedding tears?" said Timon. "Come nearer, then. I will love you because you are a woman, and unlike men, who only weep when they laugh or beg."They talked awhile; then Timon said, "Yon gold is mine. I will make you rich, Flavius, if you promise me to live by yourself and hate mankind. I will make you very rich if you promise me that you will see the flesh slide off the beggar's bones before you feed him, and let the debtor die in jail before you pay his debt."Flavius simply said, "Let me stay to comfort you, my master.""If you dislike cursing, leave me," replied Timon, and he turned his back on Flavius, who went sadly back to Athens, too much accustomed to obedience to force his services upon his ailing master.
The steward had accepted nothing, but a report got about that a mighty nugget of gold had been given him by his former master, and Timon therefore received more visitors. They were a painter and a poet, whom he had patronized in his prosperity.
"Hail, worthy Timon!" said the poet. "We heard with astonishment how your friends deserted you. No whip's large enough for their backs!""We have come," put in the painter, "to offer our services.""You've heard that I have gold," said Timon.
"There was a report," said the painter, blushing; "but my friend and I did not come for that.""Good honest men!" jeered Timon. "All the same, you shall have plenty of gold if you will rid me of two villains.""Name them," said his two visitors in one breath. "Both of you!"answered Timon. Giving the painter a whack with a big stick, he said, "Put that into your palette and make money out of it." Then he gave a whack to the poet, and said, "Make a poem out of that and get paid for it. There's gold for you."They hurriedly withdrew.
Finally Timon was visited by two senators who, now that Athens was threatened by Alcibiades, desired to have on their side this bitter noble whose gold might help the foe.
"Forget your injuries," said the first senator. "Athens offers you dignities whereby you may honorably live.""Athens confesses that your merit was overlooked, and wishes to atone, and more than atone, for her forgetfulness," said the second senator.
"Worthy senators," replied Timon, in his grim way, "I am almost weeping; you touch me so! All I need are the eyes of a woman and the heart of a fool. "But the senators were patriots. They believed that this bitter man could save Athens, and they would not quarrel with him. "Be our captain," they said, "and lead Athens against Alcibiades, who threatens to destroy her.""Let him destroy the Athenians too, for all I care," said Timon;and seeing an evil despair in his face, they left him.
The senators returned to Athens, and soon afterwards trumpets were blown before its walls. Upon the walls they stood and listened to Alcibiades, who told them that wrong-doers should quake in their easy chairs. They looked at his confident army, and were convinced that Athens must yield if he assaulted it, therefore they used the voice that strikes deeper than arrows.
"These walls of ours were built by the hands of men who never wronged you, Alcibiades," said the first senator.
"Enter," said the second senator, "and slay every tenth man, if your revenge needs human flesh.""Spare the cradle," said the first senator.
