[Timon comes from his cave, behind.
Tim. [Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not[2648]
paint a man so bad as is thyself.[2648][2655] 30
Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided[2648]
for him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire against[2648]
the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite[2648]
flatteries that follow youth and opulency.[2648]
Tim. [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in[2648]35
thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other[2648]
men? Do so, I have gold for thee.[2648]
Poet. Nay, let's seek him:[2656]
Then do we sin against our own estate,[2656]
When we may profit meet, and come too late.[2656] 40
Pain. True;[2656]
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,[2656][2657]
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light.[2656]
Come.[2656][2658]
Tim. [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold,[2659]45
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple[2659][2660]
Than where swine feed![2659][2661]
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,[2662]
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye[2663][2664] 50
Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey![2664]
Fit I meet them.[2665] [Coming forward.
Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!
Pain. Our late noble master!
Tim. Have I once lived to see two honest men?[2666]