Gnathonides
What did I tell them?—Timon was too good a man to be abandoned by Providence. How are you, Timon? as good-looking and good-tempered, as good a fellow, as ever?
Timon
And you, Gnathonides, still teaching vultures rapacity, and men cunning?
Gnathonides
Ah, he always liked his little joke. But where do you dine? I have brought a new song with me, a march out of the last musical thing on.
Timon
It will be a funeral march, then, and a very touching one, with spade obbligato.
Gnathonides
What means this? This is assault, Timon; just let me find a witness! ... Oh, my God, my God!... I'll have you before the Areopagus for assault and battery.
Timon
You’d better not wait much longer, or you'll have to make it murder.
Gnathonides
Mercy, mercy! ..- Now, a little gold ointment to heal the wound; it is a first-rate styptic.
Timon
What! you won’t go, won’t you?
Gnathonides
Oh, I am going. But you shall repent this. Alas, so genial once, and now so rude!
Timon
Now who is this with the bald crown?
Timon. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
Sponsored by Tufts University.
Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.