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[TIMON comes from his cave]

• Timon. Thou sun, that comfort’st, burn! Speak, and
  be hang’d:
  For each true word, a blister! and each false
  Be as cauterizing to the root o’ the tongue,
  Consuming it with speaking!
• First Senator. Worthy Timon,—
• Timon. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
• First Senator. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon
• Timon. I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
  Could I but catch it for them.
• First Senator. O, forget
  What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
  The senators with one consent of love
  Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
  On special dignities, which vacant lie
  For thy best use and wearing.
• Second Senator. They confess
  Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
  Which now the public body, which doth seldom
  Play the recanter, feeling in itself
  A lack of Timon’s aid, hath sense withal
  Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;
  And send forth us, to make their sorrow’d render,
  Together with a recompense more fruitful
  Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
  Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth
  As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs
  And write in thee the figures of their love,
  Ever to read them thine.
• Timon. You witch me in it;
  Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
  Lend me a fool’s heart and a woman’s eyes,
  And I’ll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
• First Senator. Therefore, so please thee to return with us
  And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
  The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
  Allow’d with absolute power and thy good name
  Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back
  Of Alcibiades the approaches wild,
  Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
  His country’s peace.
• Second Senator. And shakes his threatening sword
  Against the walls of Athens.
• First Senator. Therefore, Timon,—
• Timon. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
  If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
  Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
  That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens,
  And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
  Giving our holy virgins to the stain
  Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain’d war,
  Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
  In pity of our aged and our youth,
  I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
  And let him take’t at worst; for their knives care not,
  While you have throats to answer: for myself,
  There’s not a whittle in the unruly camp
  But I do prize it at my love before
  The reverend’st throat in Athens. So I leave you
  To the protection of the prosperous gods,
  As thieves to keepers.
• Flavius. Stay not, all’s in vain.
• Timon. Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
  it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness
  Of health and living now begins to mend,
  And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
  Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
  And last so long enough!
• First Senator. We speak in vain.
• Timon. But yet I love my country, and am not
  One that rejoices in the common wreck,
  As common bruit doth put it.
• First Senator. That’s well spoke.
• Timon. Commend me to my loving countrymen,—
• First Senator. These words become your lips as they pass
  thorough them.
• Second Senator. And enter in our ears like great triumphers
  In their applauding gates.
• Timon. Commend me to them,
  And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,
  Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
  Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
  That nature’s fragile vessel doth sustain
  In life’s uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:
  I’ll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades’ wrath.
• First Senator. I like this well; he will return again.
• Timon. I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
  That mine own use invites me to cut down,
  And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
  Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
  From high to low throughout, that whoso please
  To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
  Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
  And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
• Flavius. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
• Timon. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
  Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
  Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
  Who once a day with his embossed froth
  The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,
  And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
  Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
  What is amiss plague and infection mend!
  Graves only be men’s works and death their gain!
  Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

[Retires to his cave]

• First Senator. His discontents are unremoveably
  Coupled to nature.
• Second Senator. Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
  And strain what other means is left unto us
  In our dear peril.
• First Senator. It requires swift foot.

[Exeunt]

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(i) “Foolish bloke” / “Touch of..” : Timon is portrayed as a naive,, almost reckless philanthropist who ignores warnings from his steward, Flavius, about his dwindling fortune. His generosity is described as lacking common sense. Following his betrayal by friends, his deep disillusionment leads to a transformation, where he becomes a misanthrope who curses humanity, which some interpret as a form of madness or, at least, extreme, unbalanced behavior.

(ii) “Late 60s” : While Shakespeare does not explicitly state Timon’s age, he is often portrayed as an established, wealthy, and noble Athenian figure. Some scholarly discussions suggest that because he refers to Alcibiades as a “young man,” Timon might be considered a generation older, perhaps in his 40s or 50s, rather than specifically in his late 60s, though interpretations vary.

(iii) The Persona : In the first half of the play, he is a “spendthrift” who loves being liked and showers people with gifts. After going bankrupt, he transforms into a “man-hater” who lives in a cave,, rejects society, and dies in isolation.

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In essence, Timon of Athens is a study in excess—initially excessive generosity and later, excessive hatred—driven by a profound, almost foolish, inability to read the true nature of the people around him. 

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