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Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood",
Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orbt Infect the air! Twion'd brothers of one womb, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for
tunes; The greater scorns the lesser: Not vature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, But byf contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,
* Propensity, disposition.
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who
* Seize, gripe.
+ No insincere or inconstant supplicant. Gold will not serve me instead of roots.
§ i. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness and freshness of youth.
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
(Keeping some gold.
Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike
manner; Phrynia and Timandra.
What art thou there? Speak. Tin. A beast, as thou art. The canker knaw. 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. Phr.
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?
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : But then reuew I could not, like the moon ; There were no sups to borrow of..
None, but to
What is it, Timop ?
If Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound
thee, For thou'rt a man!
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 luis 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 I my penurious band : I have heard, and griev'd, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Tim. I prythee, beat thy drum, and get thee
* Alluding to the cure of the lues venerea, then in practice.
Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Ti.
T'im. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
Why, fare thee well :
Keep't, I cannot eat it.
Ay, Timou, and have cause.
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