Must he needs trouble me in’t? Hum! ’Bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeemed from prison. All these
Owe their estates unto him.
He must come to me for this? Above all others? He could have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus. And now Ventidius is wealthy too — the very man Timon freed from prison. All of them owe their fortunes to him.
Wait, he's asking me? After all those other guys? He could've tried Lucius or Lucullus. And Ventidius — the guy he literally bought out of prison — he's rich now too. All of them owe everything to Timon.
he's asking me? above all others? lucius and lucullus ventidius — even him they all owe him everything
My lord,
They have all been touched and found base metal,
For they have all denied him.
My lord, they have all been tested and found wanting. They have all refused him.
My lord, they've all turned out to be fake. They've all said no to him.
they all denied him all of them
How? Have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him
And does he send to me? Three? Humh!
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 th’ cure upon me?
Has much disgraced me in’t. I’m angry at him,
That might have known my place. I see no sense for’t
But his occasions might have wooed me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e’er received 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 th’ rest, and I ’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.
They've refused him? Even Ventidius and Lucullus? And he still sends to me? The third? How little this shows of his love or his judgment. Must I be his last chance? His friends are like doctors — they profit from him but abandon him at the end. Do I have to take on the burden of healing? This has deeply shamed me. I'm angry that he didn't know my worth. There's no reason for it unless he meant to test my loyalty first. But in my conscience, I was the first man who ever received a gift from him. Does he now think so poorly of me that I'll repay it last? No. This will make me a laughingstock among the lords, and I'll be thought a fool. I'd rather give three times the amount if he'd asked me first — for my own honor. I had the will and courage to help him. But now, let me respond to their weakness with this: whoever disrespects my honor will get no money from me.
They all said no? Even Ventidius and Lucullus? And he's still asking me? Third? That shows he doesn't love me or trust my judgment. Am I supposed to be his last resort? His friends are like doctors — they take his money and then abandon him. Do I have to save him? This is humiliating. He should've known better than to ask me last. I mean, I was literally the first person he ever gave a gift to. Does he really think so little of me now that he'd ask me last? No way. Everyone's gonna laugh at me and think I'm an idiot. I'd have given three times as much if he'd just asked me first — just so nobody would question my honor. I was ready to help. But now here's what I'm gonna tell these other guys: anyone who disrespects my honor doesn't get my money.
they all said no? even ventidius and lucullus? and he asks me third? this shames me he should've known my worth i was the first he gave me gifts now i look like a fool whoever disrespects my honor gets nothing from me
Excellent! Your lordship’s a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he
did when he made man politic; he crossed himself by’t, 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 ne’er acquainted with their wards
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.
Excellent — your lordship is a fine villain! The devil made a mistake when he invented clever scheming; he defeated himself doing so. I can't help but think that ultimately human corruption will clear his account with the gods. How nicely this lord hides his ugliness! He acts virtuously to be wicked, like those who light great fires under the cover of righteous zeal. Such is the nature of his self-interested devotion. This was my master's last hope. Now all his friends are gone except the gods. Now that his friends are dead, the doors that were always open will need to stay locked for years to protect their master. This is all a generous life can teach us: whoever can't keep his wealth must keep his house locked.
There's a beautiful villain for you. The devil made a mistake when he invented human scheming — he shot himself in the foot. I honestly think that in the end human evil is going to take care of the devil's debts. Look how nicely this guy disguises his ugly self! He acts good to be evil, like those religious fanatics who burn down whole countries in the name of faith. That's what his whole loyalty is — self-interest pretending to be love. My master's last hope. Now they're all gone except the gods. Now that his friends are dead, those doors that were always welcoming need to stay locked up for years just to protect him. This is what generosity teaches you: if you can't keep your wealth, at least keep your house locked.
a fine villain the devil made a mistake making clever humans we defeat ourselves this lord hides his ugliness acts good to be evil my master's last hope all his friends are gone now the doors must lock to protect what's left