As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
As I've observed the area, it cannot be far from where he lives.
From what I've seen around here, he's got to be living nearby.
based on the area he can't be far away
What’s to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he is
so full of gold?
What do you make of him? Is the rumor true that he possesses so much gold?
What do you think about him? Is it true what they're saying—that he's sitting on piles of gold?
what do you think of him do the rumors about his gold actually check out
Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him.
He likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity. ’Tis
said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
Certainly. Alcibiades reports it, and Phrynia and Timandra received gold from him. He has also enriched poor wandering soldiers with great amounts. It is said he gave his steward a mighty sum.
Definitely. Alcibiades says so, and those two women, Phrynia and Timandra, got gold from him. He's been throwing money at poor soldiers too. I heard he gave his steward a huge sum.
alcibiades confirms it the women got gold from him he's been paying soldiers he even gave his steward a fortune
Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?
So this loss of his wealth has been merely a test of his friends?
So you're saying he lost all that money just to see who his real friends were?
so he lost everything to test his friends that was all it was
Nothing else. You shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish
with the highest. Therefore ’tis not amiss we tender our loves to him
in this supposed distress of his. It will show honestly in us and is
very likely to load our purposes with what they travail for, if it be a
just and true report that goes of his having.
Nothing else. You shall see him restored to honor in Athens, flourishing with the greatest men. Therefore it is not unwise for us to offer him our friendship in this apparent distress. It will show well for us and is very likely to load our endeavors with the rewards they seek, if the reports of his wealth are truthful.
Exactly. He'll be back on top in Athens soon enough, running with the most important people. So it's smart for us to show him some love right now while he looks like he's struggling. It'll make us look good and should get us paid back with interest when his wealth returns—if what they're saying about his gold is true.
he'll be on top again soon flourshing with the powerful so let's be nice to him now make ourselves look good reap the rewards when he's rich
What have you now to present unto him?
What do you have prepared to present to him?
So what are you bringing to give him?
what gift do you have for timon
Nothing at this time but my visitation; only I will promise him an
excellent piece.
Nothing at present except my visit, but I will promise him an excellent work of art.
Just me showing up for now, but I can promise him I'll create something amazing for him.
just my visit for now but i'll promise him a great painting
I must serve him so too, tell him of an intent that’s coming toward
him.
I, too, must serve him the same way, and I will tell him of an idea that's coming toward him.
I'll do the same, and I'll tell him about a poem I'm working on for him.
i'll do the same promise him a poem something great
Good as the best. Promising is the very air o’ th’ time; it opens the
eyes of expectation. Performance is ever the duller for his act and,
but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.
As good as the finest. Promising is very much the fashion of the age; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is always duller than the promise made for it, and except among the common people, the act of delivering is quite obsolete. To promise is most courtly and fashionable, but performance is like a will or testament, which shows a person is gravely ill. A man who performs has already acknowledged failure.
Perfect. Promising is what everyone does these days—it gets people excited. But performing is always disappointing compared to the promise, and except for ordinary people, actually delivering is basically dead. Promising is fashionable and courtly, but performing is like making a will—it means you're dying. You perform and you've basically admitted you're a failure.
promises are fashionable they get people excited delivering is disappointing only common people actually do it performance is a death wish
thyself.
Yourself.
You.
you yourself
I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him. It must be a
personating of himself, a satire against the softness of prosperity,
with a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and
opulency.
I'm thinking about what I will say I have created for him. It must be a portrait of himself, a satire against the softness that comes with good fortune, with a revelation of all the infinite flatteries that follow wealth and power.
I'm trying to figure out what I'll tell him I made for him. It needs to be a picture of himself, a satire on how prosperity makes you soft, and it should expose all the endless flattery that follows money and power.
a self-portrait a satire against his own softness revealing all the flattery that money brings
thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Will you whip your own faults in other men? Go ahead, I have gold for you.
Are you going to point out other people's flaws instead of your own? Sure, go ahead. Here, I'll give you gold for it.
judge others for your own sins here take gold for that
Nay, let’s seek him.
Then do we sin against our own estate
When we may profit meet and come too late.
No, let's find him instead. We wrong our own interests when we can profit and we arrive too late.
No, let's go find him. We're hurting ourselves if we can make money and we show up too slow.
let's find him now we're losing money by showing up late
True.
When the day serves, before black-cornered night,
Find what thou want’st by free and offered light.
Come.
True. When daylight offers a chance, before dark arrives, find what you need in the light that's freely given. Come.
That's right. When the sun is still up, before night falls, find what you want in the free light. Let's go.
when the day is bright use the free light before night comes let's go
That he is worshipped in a baser temple
Than where swine feed!
’Tis thou that rigg’st the bark and plough’st the foam,
Settlest admired reverence in a slave.
To thee be worship, and thy saints for aye
Be crowned with plagues, that thee alone obey!
Fit I meet them.
That he is worshipped in a lower temple than where pigs are fed! You are the one who rigs the ship and plows the ocean, who places revered authority in a slave. To you be worship, and may your saints forever be crowned with plagues—you alone deserve their obedience! Let me meet them.
He's worshipped in a worse place than where pigs eat! You're the one who controls the ship and plows the sea, putting power in slaves' hands. You deserve worship, and your saints should be crowned with plagues—only you deserve obedience! Let me find them.
he's worshipped lower than pigs you control the ship and ocean you put authority in slaves you deserve plagues not worship
Hail, worthy Timon!
Hail, worthy Timon!
Greetings, the great Timon!
hail noble timon
Our late noble master!
Our former noble master!
Our great master from before!
our great master from better days
Have I once lived to see two honest men?
Have I lived to see two honest men?
I've actually found two honest men?
two honest men actually exist
Sir,
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retired, your friends fall’n off,
Whose thankless natures—O abhorred spirits!
Not all the whips of heaven are large enough—
What, to you,
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being? I am rapt and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.
Sir, having often tasted your generous bounty, hearing you had withdrawn and your friends had fallen away—those thankless spirits! Not all the whips in heaven are enough—what could be worse, when you, with your star-like nobility, gave life and light to their entire existence? I am overcome with emotion and cannot adequately describe the monstrous scale of this ingratitude with any words.
Sir, I've enjoyed your generosity many times, and hearing that you've disappeared and your friends abandoned you—those ungrateful people! Heaven's whole arsenal of punishment isn't enough—how could they do this to you, when your star-like greatness gave life and energy to everything they had? I'm too stunned to even speak—no words can capture how massive this betrayal is.
i've tasted your bounty heard your friends all left those thankless spirits your star-like nobility gave them everything their betrayal is monstrous
Let it go naked. Men may see’t the better.
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.
Let it be spoken aloud. Men may see it better that way. You who are honest, by being what you are, make the betrayal clearly visible and known.
Say it out loud. That way people can see it clearer. You honest people, just by existing, show everyone else how corrupt they really are.
speak it naked and raw let people see it honest men expose the corruption
He and myself
Have travailed in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.
He and I have traveled through the great rain of your gifts and felt it sweetly.
Both of us have been showered with your gifts and felt how good they were.
we've traveled through your great shower of gifts felt them sweetly
Ay, you are honest men.
You are honest men.
You're honest people.
you're honest
We are hither come to offer you our service.
We are here to offer you our service.
We came here to help you, whatever you need.
we're here to serve you
Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots and drink cold water? No?
Most honest men! But how shall I repay you? Can you eat roots and drink cold water? Not if you won't accept such simple payment.
You're so honest! But how can I pay you back? Can you eat roots and drink water? I bet not—that's too plain for you.
how can i repay you with roots and water no? thought not
What we can do we’ll do, to do you service.
We will do whatever we can to serve you.
Whatever we can do, we'll do it to help you.
whatever we can do we'll do for you
Ye’re honest men. Ye’ve heard that I have gold,
I am sure you have. Speak truth, you’re honest men.
You are honest men. You have heard that I have gold, I am sure you have. Speak truth, you are honest men.
You're honest men. You've heard I have gold—I know you have. Tell the truth, you're honest men.
you're honest you heard i have gold tell the truth
So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
Came not my friend nor I.
Yes, so it is said, my noble lord, but that is not why my friend and I came.
Sure, that's what people say, my lord, but that's not why we came here.
yes so they say but we didn't come for your gold
Good honest men! [_To Painter_.] Thou draw’st a counterfeit
Best in all Athens. Thou’rt indeed the best,
Thou counterfeit’st most lively.
Good honest man! You draw a false image well, the very best in Athens. You are the finest artist, counterfeiting most skillfully.
Good honest man! You're the best at drawing fake pictures in all of Athens. You're really good at counterfeiting.
you're the best counterfeiter in all of athens at faking everything
So so, my lord.
Just so, my lord.
Yes, my lord.
yes my lord
E’en so, sir, as I say. [_To the Poet_.] And for thy fiction,
Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.
But for all this, my honest-natured friends,
I must needs say you have a little fault.
Marry, ’tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I
You take much pains to mend.
Yes, sir, exactly as I say. And as for your poetry, your verse overflows with such beautiful and refined material that you are completely natural in your craft. But for all this, my honest-natured friends, I must tell you that you have a small fault. Though I will not say it is monstrous in you, I also do not wish you to take great pains to mend it.
Yes, sir, that's exactly what I mean. And your poetry is full of such beautiful, polished stuff that you seem completely natural at it. But listen, you honest friends, you've got a little problem. It's not terrible, and I don't want you to kill yourselves trying to fix it.
your verse is polished beautiful and refined but you have a fault don't worry about it
Beseech your honour
To make it known to us.
Please, your honor, reveal it to us.
Please, sir, tell us what it is.
tell us what the fault is
You’ll take it ill.
You will take it badly.
You're not going to like it.
you won't like it
Most thankfully, my lord.
We will listen with gratitude, my lord.
We'll take it gratefully, my lord.
we'll hear it gratefully my lord
Will you indeed?
Will you truly?
Really?
really
Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Do not doubt it, worthy lord.
Don't doubt it, my lord.
don't doubt it my lord
There’s never a one of you but trusts a knave
That mightily deceives you.
Not one of you but trusts a knave—a man who greatly deceives you.
Every one of you trusts someone who's a criminal—someone who tricks you constantly.
every one of you trusts a liar who tricks you
Do we, my lord?
Do we, my lord?
Do we, my lord?
do we really
Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep in your bosom, yet remain assured
That he’s a made-up villain.
Yes. And when you hear him deceive, when you see him pretend, when you know his crude tricks, you love him, feed him, keep him in your heart—yet remain assured that he is a made-up villain.
Yes. And when you hear him lie, when you see him pretend, when you know he's full of cheap tricks, you still love him, still feed him, still hold him in your heart—even though you know he's a complete fake villain.
you hear him lie you see him fake you know his tricks yet you love him feed him keep him close
I know not such, my lord.
I know of no such person, my lord.
I don't know anyone like that, my lord.
i don't know anyone like that
Nor I.
Nor I.
Neither do I.
neither do i
Look you, I love you well. I’ll give you gold.
Rid me these villains from your companies,
Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I’ll give you gold enough.
Look, I love you well. I will give you gold. Remove these villains from your company—hang them or stab them, drown them in a bucket, destroy them by whatever means, and come back to me. I will give you gold enough.
Look, I care about you. I'll give you gold. Get rid of these thieves from your group—hang them, stab them, drown them in a barrel, destroy them any way you can, then come back to me. I'll give you all the gold you need.
i love you get rid of those villains hang them stab them drown them i'll give you gold
Name them, my lord, let’s know them.
Tell us who they are, my lord. Let us know them.
Tell us who they are, my lord. Show us.
tell us who they are let us know them
You that way, and you this, but two in company.
Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
You go that way, and you go this way—but always two together. Each man separate and alone, yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
You go that way, you go this way—but always in pairs. Each man separate and by himself, yet an arch-villain is always right there with him.
you go that way you go this but never alone an arch-villain keeps each man company