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us much of this will vots, you clear heavs gods,
But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr'd
fair; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs’d; Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench: this is it, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
6 -— fang mankind !] i. e. seize, gripe.
?- no idle rotarist.] No insincere or inconstant supplicant. Gold will not serve me instead of roots. Johnson.
8- you clear heavens!) This may mean either ye cloudless skies, or ye deities exempt from guilt.
9 To the April day again.] The April day does not relate to the widow, but to the other diseased female, who is represented as the outcast of an hospital. She it is whom gold embalms and spices to the April day again : i. e. gold restores her to all the freshness and sweetness of youth.
Do thy right nature. -[March afar off ]-Ha! a
drum?-Thou'rt quick, But
yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
[Keeping some Gold. Enter ALCIBIADES, with Drum and Fife, in warlike
Sin manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Alcib.
What art thou there? Speak Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy
heart, For showing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
I know thee well;
know thee, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, For all her cherubin look. Phry.
Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again.
Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change?
! Do thy right nature.] Lie in the earth where nature laid thee.
Thou'rt quick,] Thou hast life and motion in thee. VOL. VIII.
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: But then renew I could not like the moon; There were no suns to borrow of. Alcib.
None, but to
What is it, Timon?
Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the
world Voic'd so regardfully? Tim.
Art thou Timandra? Timan. Yes. Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that
use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth To the tub-fast, and the diet. Timan.
Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band: I have heard, and griev'd, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
If Thou wilt not promise, &c.] That is, however thou may'st act, since thou art a man, hated man, I wish thee evil.
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,Tim. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get
gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
Why, fare thee well:
Keep't, I cannot eat it.
heap, Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? Alcib.
Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest;
and Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd! Alcib.
Why me, Timon: Tim. That, By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one: Pity not honour'd age for his white beard, He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron; It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk
paps, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ, Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
Think it a bastard," whom the oracle
giv’st me, Not all thy counsel.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon:
Hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable,Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths, I'll trust to your conditions:8 Be whores still; And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; Let
your close fire predominate his smoke, And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six
months, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens of the dead ;some that were hang'd, No matter:-wear them, betray with them: whore
- bastard,) An allusion to the tale of Oedipus.
Swear against objects;] Against objects is, against objects of charity and compassion.
o I'll trust to your conditions:] I will trust to your inclinations, or rather vocations.