<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="41"><p><label>TIMON</label>
Come, pick, be strong for me now and don’t flag in
the task of calling Treasure out of the depths to the
light of day. O Zeus, god of miracles! O gracious
Corybants! O Hermes, god of gain! Where did all
this gold come from? « Is this a dream? I am afraid
I may wake up and find nothing but ashes. No,


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verily it is coined gold, red and heavy and mighty
good to look upon.

<cit><quote><l>O gold, thou fairest gift that comes to man!</l></quote><bibl>Euripides, Danae, fr. 326 Nauck.</bibl></cit>


In very truth you stand out like blazing fire, not only
by night but by day.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.2.p.373.n.1">The allusion is to Pindar, Olymp. i. 1 ff.</note>
 Come to me, my precious, my
pretty! Now I am convinced that Zeus once turned
into gold, for what maid would not open her bosom
and receive so beautiful a lover coming down through
the roof in a shower? </p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="42"><p>O Midas! O Croesus! O
treasures of Delphi! How little worth you are beside
Timon and the wealth of Timon! Yes, even the
king of Persia is not a match for me.</p><p>
Pick and darling coat of skin, it is best that I
should hang you up here as an offering to Pan. For
myself, I purpose now to buy the whole farm, build
a tower over the treasure just large enough for me
to live in, and have it for my tomb when I am dead.</p><p>
“Be it resolved and enacted into law, to be
binding for the rest of my life, that I shall associate
with no one, recognize no one and scorn everyone.
Friends, guests, comrades and Altars of Mercy<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.2.p.373.n.2">There was such an altar in Athens; cf. Demonax 57.</note>
shall be matter for boundless mockery.


To pity one
who weeps, to help one who is in need shall be a
misdemeanour and an infringement of the constitution. My life shall be solitary, like that of wolves;
Timon shall be my only friend,</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="43"><p> and all others shall
be enemies and conspirators. To talk to any of
them shall be pollution, and if I simply see one of
them, that day shall be under a curse. In short,
they shall be no more than statues of stone or bronze
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them and make no treaties with them, and the
desert shall sunder me from them. Tribe, clan,
deme and native land itself shall be inane and useless names, and objects of the zeal of fools. Timon
shall keep his wealth to himself, scorn everyone and
live in luxury all by himself, remote from flattery
and tiresome praise. He shall sacrifice to the gods
and celebrate his feast-days by himsclf, his own
sole neighbour and crony, shaking free of all others.




Be it once for all resolved that he shall give himself
the farewell hand-clasp when he comes to die, and
shall set the funeral wreath upon his own brow.
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