<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng4" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng4:" n="47"><sp rend="merge"><speaker>Timon</speaker><p>Why, -it is Philiades; if there is a loathsome flatterer, it is he. When I sang that song that nobody else would applaud, he lauded me to the skies, and swore no dying swan could be more tuneful; his reward was one of my farms, and a £500 portion for his daughter. And then when he found I was ill, and had come to him for assistance, his generous aid took the form of blows. </p></sp></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng4:" n="48"><sp><speaker>Philiades</speaker><p>You shameless creatures! yes, yes, mow you know Timon’s merits! now Gnathonides would be his friend and boon-companion! well, he has the right reward of ingratitude. <pb n="v.1.p.49"/> Some of us were his familiars and playmates and neighbours; but we hold back a little; we would not seem to thrust ourselves upon him. Greeting, lord Timon; pray let me -varn you against these abominable flatterers; they are your humble servants during meal-times, and else about as useful as carrion crows. Perfidy is the order of the day; everywhere ingratitude and vileness. I was just bringing a couple of hundred pounds, for your immediate necessities, and was nearly here before I heard of your splendid fortune. So I just came on to give you this word of caution; though indeed you are wise enough (I would take your advice before Nestor’s myself) to need none of my counsel.</p></sp><sp><speaker>Timon</speaker><p>Quite so, Philiades. But come near, will you not, and receive my—spade!</p></sp><sp><speaker>Philiades</speaker><p>Help, help! this thankless brute has broken my head, for giving him good counsel. </p></sp></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng4:" n="49"><sp><speaker>Timon</speaker><p>Now for number three. Lawyer Demeas—my cousin, as he calls himself, with a decree in his hand. Between three and four thousand it was that I paid in to the Treasury in ready money for him; he had been fined that amount and imprisoned in default, and I took pity on him. Well, the other day he was distributing-officer of the festival money<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.1.p.49.n.1"> Every citizen had the right to receive from the State the small sum which would pay for his admission to theatrical or other festival entertainments.</note>; when I applied for my share, he pretended I was not a citizen. </p></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>