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Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. 1 Lord. What of you? My lords, if not for any parts in him,

3 Lord. He sent to me, sir,-Here he comes. (Though his right arm might purchase his own

Enter Timon, and Attendants. time, And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both - And Take my deserts to his, and join them both : how fare you? And, for I know, your reverend ages love

1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

lordship. My honour to you, upon his good returns,

2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more If by this crime he owes the law his life,

willing, than we your lordship. Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore;

Tim. Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

such summer-birds are men.-Gentlemen, our din1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, ner will not recompense this long stay : feast your On height of our displeasure: Friend, or brother, ears with the musick awhile; if they will fare so He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't pre

Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, sently. I do beseech you, know me.

1 Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly with 2 Sen. How?

your lordship, that I returned you an empty mes. Alcib. Call me to your remembrances.

senger. 3 Sen.

What ? Tim. 0, sir, let it not trouble you. Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot 2 Lord. My noble lord, me;

Tim. Ah, my good friend! what cheer? It could not else be, I should prove so base,

(The banquet brought in. To sue, and be denied such common grace :

2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick My wounds ache at you.

of shame, that, when your lordship this other day i Sen. Do you dare our anger ?

sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar. "Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;

Tim. Think not on't, sir. We banish thee for ever.

2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before, Alcib. Banish me ?

Tim. Let it not cumber your better rememBanish your dotage; banish usury,

brance.-Come, bring in all together. That makes the senate ugly.

2 Lord. All covered dishes ! 1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you. thee,

3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the seaAttend our weightier judgment. And, not to son can yield it. swell our spirit,

I Lord. How do you? What's the news? He shall be executed presently. (Exeunt Senators. 3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished : Hear you of it? AL Now the gods keep you old enough; that 1 & 2 Lord, Alcibiades banished ! you may live

3 Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it. Only in bone, that none may look on you !

1 Lord. How? how ? I am worse than mad: I have kept back their 2 Lord. I pray you, upon what? foes,

Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near ? While they have told their money, and let out 3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble Their coin upon large interest; I myself,

feast toward. Rich only in large hurts ;- All those, for this? 2 Lord. This is the old man still. Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate

3 Lord. Will't hold, will't hold? Pours into captains' wounds ? ha ! banishment ? 2 Lord. It does : but time will-and so It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;

3 Lord, I do conceive. It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,

Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up would to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to "Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds; let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. place : Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.

[Erit.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with SCENE VI.-A magnificent Room in Timon's tkankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves House.

praised : but reserve still to give, lest your deities be

despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need Musick. Tables set out : Servants attending. Enter not lend to another : for, mere your godheads to bor. divers Lords, at several doors.

rony of men, men nould forsake the gods. Make the 1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir.

meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. 2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this iains: If there sit twelve women at the table, let a

Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of ril. honourable lord did but try us this other day.

dozen of them be-as they are. The rest of your 1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered : I hope it is not so low with fees, O gods,,--the senators of Athens, together with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several the common lag of people, what is amiss in them, friends.

you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my 2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of present friends, as they are to me nothing, so in so his new feasting.

thing bless them, and to nothing they are welcome. i Lord. I should think so : He hath sent me an Uncover, dogs, and lap. earnest inviting, which many my near occasions (The dishes uncovered, are full of warm wate. did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me Some speak. What does his lordship mean? beyond them, and I must needs appear.

Some other. I know not. 2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my im- Tim. May you a better feast never behold, portunate business, but he would not hear my ex-You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm cuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me,

water that my provision was out.

Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; i Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I under- who stuck and spangled you with flatteries, stand how all things go.

Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces 2 Lord. Every man here's so. What ould

ring water in their faces. have borrowed of you ?

Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long, 1 Lord. A thousand pieces.

Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, 2 Lord. A thousand pieces !

Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meet bears,

you ?

You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,

SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Timon's Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks !

House.
Of man, and beast, the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er What, dost thou go?

Enter Flavius, with Two or Three Servants. Soft, take thy physick first-thou too,,and thou ; (throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our

master ? Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.

Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ? What, all in motion ? Henceforth be no feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.

Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to Burn, house ; sink, Athens ! henceforth hated be Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, Of Timon, man, and all humanity.

[Exit.

I am as poor as you. Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. So noble a master fallen ! All gone! and not

1 Serv.

Such a house broke!

One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
I Lord. How now, my lords ?
2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's

And go along with him !
2 Serv.

As we do turn our backs fury? 3 Lord. Pish ! did you see my cap ?

From our companion, thrown into his grave; 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.

So his familiars to his buried fortunes 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other Like empty purses pick'd : and his poor self, day, and now he has beat it out of my hat :-Did A dedicated beggar to the air,

With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, you see my jewel ? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap ?

Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fel.

lows. 2 Lord. Here 'tis. 4 Lord. Here lies my gown.

Enter other Servants. 1 Lord. Let's make no stay. 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad.

Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. 3 Lord.

3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, I feel't upon my bones. 4 Cord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day Serving alike in sorrow! Leak'd is our bark ;

That see I by our faces ; we are fellows still, stones.

[Ereunt.

And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part

Into this sea of air.
ACT IV.

Flav.

Good fellows all,

The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. SCENE I.-Without the Walls of Athens.

Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,

Let's yet be fellows ; let's shake our heads, and say, Enter Timon.

As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortune, Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,

We have seen better days. Let each take some ; That girdest in those wolres ! Dive in the earth,

(Giving them money. And fence not Athens ! Matrons turn incontinent; Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor:

Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : Obedience fail in children ! slaves, and fools, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,

[Ereunt Servants. And minister in their steads ! to general filths

0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Convert o'the instant, green virginity !

Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Do't in your parents' eyes ! bankrupts, hold fast;

Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Rather than render back, out with your knives,

Who'd be so mock'd with glory ? or to live And cut your trusters' throats ! bound servants, To have his pomp,

and all what state compounds,

But in a dream of friendship? steal ! Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,

But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ? And pill by law ! maid, to thy master's bed ;

Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteen,

Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire,

When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! With it beat out his brains ! piety and fear,

Who then dares to be half so kind again ? Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,

For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,

My dearest lord,-bless'd, to be most accurs'd, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

Rich, only to be wretched-thy great fortunes Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,

Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! Decline to your confounding contraries,

He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat And yet confusion live - Plagues, incident to Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to men,

Supply his life, or that which can command it. Your potent and infectious fevers heap

I'll follow, and inquire him out: On Athens, ripe for stroke ! thou cold sciatica,

I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ; Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt

Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Erit. As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty

SCENE III.-The Woods.
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth ;
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,

Enter Timon.
And drown themselves in riot ! itches, blains, Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop

earth Be general leprosy ! breath infect breath ;

Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb That their society, as their friendship, may Infect the air ! Twinn's brothers of one womb, Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, But nakedness, thou detestable town!

Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for. Take thou that too, with multiplying banns !

tunes ;
Timon will to the woods ; where he shall find The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature,
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great for-
The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all,)

tune,
The Athenians both within out that wall ! But by contempt of nature.
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord
To the whole race of mankind, high and low ! The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
Amen.

(Exit. The beggar native honour.

It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,

Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who Thou art a man ! if thou dost perform, confound dares,

thee, In purity of manhood stand upright,

For thou'rt a man ! And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be,

Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. So are they all; for every grize of fortune

Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate

Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique ;

Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots There's nothing level in our cursed natures,

Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr'd, Voic'd so regardfully ?

(world All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !

Tim.

Art thou Timandra? His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : Timan. Yec. Destruction fang mankind lEarth, yield me roots! Tim. Be a whore still they love thee not that

[Digging.

use thee; Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. With thy most operant poison! What is here? Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, For tubs, and baths ; bring down rose-cheeked I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens !

youth Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, To the tub-fast, and the diet. fair :

Timan.

Hang thee, monster! Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits valiant.

Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.-
Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods ? I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
Why this

The want whereof doth daily make revolt
Will lug yoảr priests and servants from your side ; In my penurious band; I have heard, and griev'd
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
This yellow slave

Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee And give them title, knee, and approbation,

gone. With senators on the bench : this is it,

Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores

trouble ? Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices

I had rather be alone.
To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Alcib.

Why, fare thee well:
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Here's some gold for thee.
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Tim.

Keep't, I cannot eat it. Do thy right nature.--[March afar off:]-Ha! a Alcib. When I have aid proud Athens on a drum ?_ Thou'rt quick,

heap, But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, Tim; Warrist thou 'gainst Athens? When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :

.

Ay, Timon, and have cause. Vay, stay thou out for earnest. [Keeping some gold.

Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conEnter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike Thee after, when

thou hast conquer'd !

quest; and manner; Phrynia and Timandra.

Alcib.

Why me, Timon ? Alcib.

What art thou there? Tim. That, Speak.

By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw My country. thy heart,

Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, go on; For showing me again the eyes of man!

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Alcib. What is thy name ? Is man so hateful to Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison thee,

In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one: That art thyself a man?

Pity not honour'd age for his white beard, Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. He's an usurer : Strike me the counterfeit matron ! For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,

It is her habit only that is honest, That I might love thee something.

Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Alcib.

I know thee well; Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

paps, Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, know thee,

Are not within the leaf of pity writ, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum ;

Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules :

babe, Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ;

Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Then what should war be? This fell whore of

mercy; thine

Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, For all her cherubin look.

And mince it sans remorse: Swear against objects; Phry.

Thy lips rot off! Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor To thine own lips again.

babes, Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, change ?

Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy sol. Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give :

diers : But then renew I could not, like the moon; Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, There were no suns to borrow of.

Confounded be thyself! Speak not, begone. Alcib.

Noble Timon, Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold What friendship may I do thee?

thou giv'st me, Tim.

None, but to Not all thy counsel. Maintain my opinion.

Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's ourse Alcib. What is it, Timon?

upon thee! Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none : Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon : If

Hast thou more?

Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her

Enter Apemantus. trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, More man ? Plague! plague! Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable. Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog The immortal gods that hear you,-spare your Whom I would imitate : Consumption catch thec? oaths,

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; I'll trust to your conditions : Be whores still; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, From change of fortune. Why this spade ? this Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;

place? Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

This slave-like habit? and these looks of care ? And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; months,

Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot Be quite contrary : And thatch your poor thin That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, roofs

By putting on the cunning of a carper. With burdens of the dead ;-some that were Be ihou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive hang'd,

By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, No matter :-wear them, betray with them : whore And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, still ;

Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus : A pox of wrinkles !

Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welPhr. & Timan. Well, more gold ;_What then ?

come, Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Tim, Consumptions sow

That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again, In hollow bones oi' man ; strike their sharp shins, Rascals should hav't. Do not assume my likeness. And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. voice,

Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like That he may never more false title plead,

thyself; Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen, A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st That scolds against the quality of flesh,

That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, And not believes himself : down with the nose, Will put thy shirt on warm ? Will these moss'd Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away

trees, Of him, that his particular to foresee,

That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels, Smells from the general weal; make curl'd-pate And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold ruffians bald ;

brook, And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war

Candied with ice, candle thy morning taste, Derive some pain from you: Plague all;

To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit ? call the creaThat your activity may defeat and quell

tures, The source of all erection. There's more gold :- Whose naked natures live in all the spite Do you damn others, and let this damn you, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, And ditches grave you all!

To the conflicting elements exposed, Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money, Answer mere nature,-- bid them flatter thee; bounteous Timon.

0! thou shalt find. Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Tim.

A fool of thee : Depart. given you earnest.

Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Tim. I hate thee worse. Farewell, Timon ;

Apem.

Why? If I thrive well, i'll visit thee again.

Thou flatter'st misery. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Alcib. I never did thee harm.

Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ? Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.

Арет.

To vex thee. Alcib.

Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, Dost please thyself in't?
And take thy beagles with thee.

Apem.

Ay.
Alcib,
We but offend him.- Tim.

What! a knave too? Strike.

Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on [Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou and Timandra.

Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkind- Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery ness,

Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : Should yet be hungry ! Common mother, thou, The one is filling still, never complete ;

(Digging. The other, at high wish : Best state, contentless, Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Worse than the worst, content. Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

Tim. Nut by his breath, that is more miserable. The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog. Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, proYield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,

ceeded From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! The sweet degrees that this brief world affords Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,

To such as may the passive drugs of it Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!

Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyGo great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears ;

self Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face In general riot ; melted down thy youth Hath to the marbled mansion all above

In different beds of lust; and never learn'd Never presented !-0, a root,--Dear thanks! The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, Who had the world as my confectionary And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of That from it all consideration slips !

Tim.

men

Tim.

Tim.

At duty, more than I could frame employment; | as a breakfast to the wolf : if thoa wert the wolf, That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves

ihy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, For every storm that blows; I to bear this, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: That never knew but better, is some burden. wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time horse ; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert men ?

german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given ? were jurors on thy life : all thy safety were remoIf thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, tion ; and thy defence, absence. What beast Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? To some she beggar, and compounded thee and what a beast art thou already, that seest not Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone ! thy loss in transformation ? If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Apem. If thou could'st please me with speaking Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.

to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here : The Apem.

Art thou proud yet ? commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.

beasts. Apem.

I, that I was Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou No prodigal.

art out of the city ? I, that I am one now;

Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: The Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.- catch it, and give way : When I know not what That the whole life of Athens were in this ! else to do, I'll see thee again. Thus would I eat it.

(Eating a root. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, Apem.

Here ; I will mend thy feast thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's

(Offering him something. dog, than A pemantus. Tim. First mend my company, take away thy. Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. self.

Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. 1 pem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of Apein. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to thine.

curse, Tim. "Tis not well mended so, is but botch'd ; Tim. All viilains, that do stand by thee, are pure. If not, I would it were.

A pem. There is no leprosy, but what thos Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Tim. If I name thee.

(speak'st. Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thcu wilt, I'll beat thee,-but I should infect my hands. Tell them there I have gold ; look, so I have. Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off ! Apem. Here is no use for gold.

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Tim.

.. The best, and truest : Choler does kill me, that thou art alive; For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. I swoon to see thee. Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon ?

Арет.

'Would thou would'st burst Under that's above me. Tim.

Away, Where feed'st thou o'days, A pemantus ?

Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry, I shall lose Apem. Where my stomach finds meat ; or, A stone by thee.

[Throws a stone at him. rather, where I eat it.

Арет.

Beast! Tim. "Would poison were obedient, and knew Tim.

Slave ! my mind!

Apem.

Toad ! Apem. Where would'st thou send it ?

Tim.

Rogue, rogue, rogue ! Tim. To sauce thy dishes.

[A pemantus retreats backward, as going. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never I am sick of this false world; and will love bought knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When But even the mere necessities upon it. thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. Thy grave.stone daily : make thine epitaph, There's a medlar for thee, eat it.

That death in me at others' lives may laugh. Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.

O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?

(Looking on the gold. Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

'Twixt natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler A pem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, thou of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! should'st have loved thyself better now. What Thou ever young, fresh, lor'd, and delicate wooer, man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was be- Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow loved after his means ?

That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god, Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, That solder'st close impossibilities, didst thou ever know beloved ?

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every A pem. Myself.

tongue, Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to every purpose ! 0 thou touch of hearts ! to keep a dog.

Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue Apem. What things in the world canst thou Set them into confounding odds, that beasts nearest compare to thy flatterers ?

May have the world in empire ! Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the Apem.

'Would 'twere so ;things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the But not till I am dead !-. I'll say, thou hast gold: world, Apeinantus, if it lay in thy power ?

Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim.

Throng'd to ? Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the con- Apem.

Ay. fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee. Apem. Ay, Timon.

Арет..

Live, and love thy misery ! Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant Tim. Long live so, and so die :- I am quit. thee to attain to ! If thou wert the lion, the fox

(Erit Apemantus would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion

them. would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert

Enter Thieves. accused by the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still thou livedst but I Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is

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