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And mince it sans remorse*: Swear against objects t;
thou giv'st me, Not all thy counsel.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Phr. of Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon:
Hast thou more?
months, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens of the dead ;- some that were hang'd, No inatter :-wear them, betray with them ; whore
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
Phr. & Timan. Well, more gold;-What then? Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
Tim. Consumptions sow
. Without pity. ti.e. Against objects of charity and compassion.
| Vocations. VOL. VI.
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
boonteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have
given you earnest. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Fare
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Call'st thou that harm?
We but offend him.Strike.
[Drum beats. Ereunt Alcibiades, Phrygia,
and Timandra, Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!- Common mother, thou,
[Digging Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breasti, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
Enter Apemantus. More man? Plague! plague!
Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee!
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this
place? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; Hug their diseas'd perfumes f, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carpery. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee,
* The serpent called the blind.worm, + Bent. I i.e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. $ i.e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.
And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like
thyself; A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt op warnı? Will these moss'd trees, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold
brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures, Whose naked natures live in all the spite Of wreak ful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, To the conflicting elements expos'd, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; O! thou shalt find Tim.
A fool of thee: Depart.
Thou flatter'st misery.
To vex thee.
What! a knave too!
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before*:
Tim. Not by his breatht, that is more miserable,
ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou would'st have plunged thy.
self In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respects, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary; The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of
At duty, more than I could frame employment;
* i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes.
+ By his voice, sentence. | From infancy. $ The cold admonitions of cautious prudence.