Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Adaptations; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Stories, plots, etc. -- Juvenile literature
Not that Timon's wealth all went to enrich these wicked flatterers; he
could do noble and praiseworthy actions; and when a servant of his once
loved the daughter of a rich Athenian, but could not hope to obtain her
by reason that in wealth and rank the maid was so far above him, Lord
Timon freely bestowed upon his servant three Athenian talents, to make
his fortune equal with the dowry which the father of the young maid
demanded of him who should be her husband. But for the most part, knaves
and parasites had the command of his fortune, false friends whom he did
not know to be such, but, because they flocked around his person, he
thought they must needs love him; and because they smiled and flattered
him, he thought surely that his conduct was approved by all the wise and
good. And when he was feasting in the midst of all these flatterers and
mock friends, when they were eating him up, and draining his fortunes
dry with large draughts of richest wines drunk to his health and
prosperity, he could not perceive the difference of a friend from a
flatterer, but to his deluded eyes (made proud with the sight) it seemed
a precious comfort to have so many like brothers commanding one
another's fortunes (though it was his own fortune which paid all the
costs), and with joy they would run over at the spectacle of such, as it
appeared to him, truly festive and fraternal meeting.
But while he thus outwent the very heart of kindness, and poured out his
bounty, as if Plutus, the god of gold, had been but his steward; while
thus he proceeded without care or stop, so senseless of expense that he
would neither inquire how he could maintain it, nor cease his wild flow
of riot; his riches, which were not infinite, must needs melt away
before a prodigality which knew no limits. But who should tell him so?
his flatterers? they had an interest in shutting his eyes. In vain did
his honest steward Flavius try to represent to him his condition, laying
his accounts before him, begging of him, praying of him, with an
importunity that on any other occasion would have been unmannerly in a
servant, beseeching him with tears to look into the state of his
affairs. Timon would still put him off, and turn the discourse to
something else; for nothing is so deaf to remonstrance as riches turned
to poverty, nothing is so unwilling to believe its situation, nothing so
incredulous to its own true state, and hard to give credit to a reverse.
Often had this good steward, this honest creature, when all the rooms of
Timon's great house have been choked up with riotous feeders at his
master's cost, when the floors have wept with drunken spilling of wine,
and every apartment has blazed with lights and resounded with music and
feasting, often had he retired by himself to some solitary spot, and
wept faster than the wine ran from the wasteful casks within, to see the
mad bounty of his lord, and to think, when the means were gone which
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