Hear you, Master Steward, where’s our master?
Are we undone, cast off, nothing remaining?
Sir, where is our master? Is everything gone? Have we been abandoned with nothing left at all?
Steward, where did the master go? Is this it? Are we done?
where's timon are we ruined is this over
Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.
What can I tell you? I swear to the righteous gods—I am as poor as you are now.
What do you want me to say? I'm just as broke as all of you. That's the truth.
i've lost everything too i'm not richer than you we're all finished
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall’n? All gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?
A house so noble, broken? Such a master fallen? Everything gone—not one friend to take his arm and follow him into exile?
A great house, just... shattered. A good man brought down to nothing. And not a single friend stayed. Not one person to go with him.
how could this happen he was noble no one stood by him everyone left
As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses picked; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunned poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.—More of our fellows.
As we turn away from a friend when he's buried, so do Timon's so-called companions slink away from his buried fortune, abandoning their false vows to him like empty robbed purses. He walks alone now, sick with the poverty everyone shuns, like living contempt itself. More servants are arriving.
The way people turn their backs on someone at a funeral? That's what all his so-called friends are doing to his money and his ruined future. They're sneaking away, leaving behind all their empty promises like they're trash. He's out there alone, diseased with poverty, treated like he's disgusting. More people are coming.
friends are like mourners they abandon you when you fall they take their promises and leave timon walks alone touched by poverty like he's poison
All broken implements of a ruined house.
The ruins of a destroyed household—nothing but broken remnants.
Everything here is smashed. It's just debris from a life that fell apart.
all that's left is wreckage
Yet do our hearts wear Timon’s livery.
That see I by our faces. We are fellows still,
Serving alike in sorrow. Leaked is our bark,
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat. We must all part
Into this sea of air.
Yet we still wear Timon's house badge in our hearts—I can see it in our faces. We're still companions, suffering together. Our ship is sinking and we're the poor crew on a dying deck, hearing the ocean threaten us. We must all part now, scattered into this sea of air.
Look, we still belong to Timon—you can see it on all our faces. We're in this together, all of us broke and broken. We're like sailors on a ship that's going down, hearing the waves coming for us. We've got to split up and try to survive alone now.
we're still his people even though we're ruined we're sinking and we have to scatter into nothing
Good fellows all,
The latest of my wealth I’ll share amongst you.
Wherever we shall meet, for Timon’s sake
Let’s yet be fellows. Let’s shake our heads and say,
As ’twere a knell unto our master’s fortune,
“We have seen better days.” Let each take some.
Good fellows all, I'll share the last of my wealth among you. Wherever we meet in the future, let's stay loyal to each other for Timon's sake. Let's shake our heads together and say, as if we're ringing a bell for his death: 'We have seen better days.' Each of you, take some money.
Listen, all of you—I'm dividing everything I have left among you. Wherever we end up, let's remember each other and do it for Timon. When we meet someday, let's just look at each other sadly and say, 'We used to have good times.' Here, take your share.
i'll share what i have left let's stay connected for timon's sake we'll remember the good days together