アテネのタイモン — ウィリアム・シェイクスピア
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org . If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title : Timon of Athens Author : William Shakespeare Release date : November 1, 1998 [eBook #1536] Most recently updated: September 19, 2025 Language : English Other information and formats : www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1536 Credits : the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers *** START OF Athens. A hall in Timon’s house Scene II. The Same. A room of state in Timon’s house ACT II Scene I. Athens. A room in a senator’s house Scene II. The same. A hall in Timon’s house ACT III Scene I. Athens. A room in Lucullus’ house Scene II. A public place Scene III. The same. A room in Sempronius’ house Scene IV. A hall in Timon’s house Scene V. The same. The senate house Scene VI. A room of state in Timon’s house ACT IV Scene I. Without the walls of Athens Scene II. Athens. A room in Timon’s house Scene III. Woods and caves near the sea-shore ACT V Scene I. The woods. Before Timon’s cave Scene III. The same Scene III. Before the walls of Athens Scene IV. The woods. Timon’s cave, and a rude tomb seen Scene V. Before the walls of Athens Dramatis Personæ TIMON, a noble Athenian FLAVIUS, steward to Timon FLAMINIUS, servant to Timon LUCILIUS, servant to Timon SERVILIUS, servant to Timon APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain PHRYNIA, mistress to Alcibiades TIMANDRA, mistress to Alcibiades LUCIUS, friend of Timon LUCULLUS, friend of Timon SEMPRONIUS, friend of Timon VENTIDIUS, friend of Timon CAPHIS, servant of Timon’s creditors SERVANT of Isidore Two SERVANTS of Varro TITUS, servant of Timon’s creditors HORTENSIUS, servant of Timon’s creditors LUCIUS, servant of Timon’s creditors PHILOTUS, servant of Timon’s creditors LORDS and SENATORS of Athens Three STRANGERS, one called HOSTILIUS An OLD ATHENIAN POET PAINTER JEWELLER MERCHANT A FOOL A PAGE CUPID and Amazons in the Masque BANDITTI Officers, Soldiers, Servants, Thieves, Messengers and Attendants SCENE. Athens, and the neighbouring woods ACT I SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon’s house Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller and Merchant at several doors. POET. Good day, sir. PAINTER. I am glad you’re well. POET. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? PAINTER. It wears, sir, as it grows. POET. 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! I know the merchant. PAINTER. I know them both. Th’ other’s a jeweller. MERCHANT. O, ’tis a worthy lord! JEWELLER. Nay, that’s most fixed. MERCHANT. A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. He passes. JEWELLER. I have a jewel here— MERCHANT. O, pray let’s see’t. For the Lord Timon, sir? JEWELLER. If he will touch the estimate. But for that— POET. When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good. MERCHANT. [ Looking at the jewel .] ’Tis a good form. JEWELLER. And rich. Here is a water, look ye. PAINTER. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. POET. A thing slipped idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum which oozes From whence ’tis nourished. The fire i’ th’ flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and, like the current, flies Each bound it chases. What have you there? PAINTER. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth? POET. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let’s see your piece. PAINTER. ’Tis a good piece. POET. So ’tis. This comes off well and excellent. PAINTER. Indifferent. POET. Admirable! How this grace Speaks his own standing! What a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip! To th’ dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. PAINTER. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch. Is’t good? POET. I’ll say of it, It tutors nature. Artificial strife Lives in these touches livelier than life. Enter certain Senators, who pass over the stage. PAINTER. How this lord is followed! POET. The senators of Athens, happy men! PAINTER. Look, more! POET. 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 and hug With amplest entertainment. My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax. No levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. PAINTER. How shall I understand you? POET. I will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and slipp’ry creatures as Of grave and austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon. 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 Most rich in Timon’s nod. PAINTER. I saw them speak together. POET. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feigned Fortune to be throned. The base o’ th’ mount Is ranked with all deserts, all kind 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. PAINTER. ’Tis conceived to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckoned from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well expressed In our condition. POET. N