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Alcib. I know thee well;
Alcib. Why, fare thee well:
Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
heap, With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules : T'im. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel ;
Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conHath in her more destruction than thy sword, quest; and thee after, when thou hast conquered! For all her cherubin look.
Alcib. Why me, Timon? Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. That, by killing of villains, thou wast born Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns to conquer my country. To thine own lips again.
Put up thy gold : Go on,-here's gold,—go on; Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison But then renew I could not, like the moon; In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one: There were no suns to borrow of.
Pity not honoured age for his white beard; Alcib. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do He's an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron; thee?
It is her habit only that is honest, Tim. None, but to maintain my opinion. Herself 's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek Alcib. What is it, Timon?
Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milkTim. Promise me friendship, but perform none.
paps -If thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, for thou art a man!—if thou dost perform, con- | Are not within the leaf of pity writ, found thee, for thou 'rt a man!
But set them down horrible traitors: spare not Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
the babe, Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity. | Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Alcib.I see them now; then was a blesséd time.
mercy; Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Think it a bastard, whom the oracle harlots.
Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects; world
Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Voiced so regardfully?
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor Tim. Art thou Timandra?
babes, Timan. Yes.
Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Tim. Be a whore still! They love thee not that Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: use thee;
Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Confounded be thyself! Speak not; be gone! Make use of thy salt hours : season the slaves Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold For tubs and baths : bring down rose-cheekéd
thou giv'st me, youth
Not all thy counsel. To the tub-fast and the diet.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Timan. Hang thee, monster!
upon thee! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Phry. Give us some gold, good Timon: hast Are drowned and lost in his calamities.
Timan. ) thou more? I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her The want whereof doth daily make revolt
trade, In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, How curséd Athens, mindless of thy worth, Your aprons inountant: you are not oathable,Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, Although I know you ʼll swear, terribly swear, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, Tim. I pr'y thee, beat thy drum, and get thee The immortal gods that hear you,—spare your gone.
oaths; Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. I'll trust to your conditions. Be whores still; Tim. How dost thou pity him whom thou dost And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, trouble?
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; I had rather be alone.
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six
Yield him who all thy human sons doth hate, months,
Froin forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb; With burdens of the dead; — some that were Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! hanged,
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; No matter ;-wear them, betray with them: whore Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face still ;
Hath to the marbled mansion all above Paint till a horse may mire upon your face : Never presented !-0, a root; dear thanks! A pox of wrinkles !
Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Phry. Well, more gold: what then? Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, Timan. | Believe 't that we'll do anything for And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, gold.
That from it all consideration slips !
Apem. I was directed hither: Men report Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. That scolds against the quality of flesh,
Tim. 'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a And not believes himself: down with the nose, Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee! Of him that, his particular to foresee,
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; Smells from the general weal: make curled-pate A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung ruffians bald;
From change of fortune. Why this spade? this And let the unscarred braggarts of the war
place? Derive some pain from you: plague all;
This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? That your activity may defeat and quell
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; The source of all erection. There's more gold : Hug their diseased perfumes, and have forgot Do you damn others, and let this damn you, That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods And ditches grave you all!
By putting on the cunning of a carper. Phry. | More counsel with more money, boun Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive Timan. teous Timon.
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, Tim. More whore, more mischief, first; I have And let his very breath whom thou ’lt observe given you earnest.
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus; Farewell, Timon;
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welIf I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
come Tim. If I hope well, I 'll never see thee more. To knaves and all approachers : 'tis most just Alcib. I never did thee harm.
That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeAlcib. Call'st thou that harm?
ness. Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee away,
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. And take thy beagles with thee.
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Alcib. We but offend him.
A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st [Drum beats. Exeunt AlcibiADES, PHRYNIA, That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, and TIMANDRA.
Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these mossed T'im. That nature, being sick of man's unkind
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels, Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold
brook, Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, Teems and feeds all; whose self-same mettle To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puffed, Whose naked natures live in all the spite Engenders the black toad and adder blue, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhouséd trunks, The gilded newt, and eyeless venomed worm, To the conflicting elements exposed, With all the abhorréd births below crisp heaven Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee! Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; | 0! thou shalt find,
Tim. A fool of thee : depart.
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.Tim. I hate thee worse.
That the whole life of Athens were in this! Apem. Why?
Thus would I eat it. ,
[Eating a root. Tim. Thou flatterr’st misery.
Apem. Here; I will mend thy feast. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff.
[Offering him something. Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?
Tim. First mend my company; take away thyApem. To vex thee.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack Dost please thyself in 't?
of thine. Apem. Ay.
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so; it is but botched : Tim. What! a knave too?
If not, I would it were. Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens ? To castigate thy pride, 't were well: but thou Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Dost it enforcedly; thou 'dst courtier be again, Tell them there I have gold: look, so I have. Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Apem. Here is no use for gold. Outlives incertain pomp; is crowned before: Tim. The best and truest : The one is filling still, never complete;
! For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. The other at high wish : best state, contentless, 1 Apem. Where ly'st o’nights, Timon? Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Tim. Under that's above me. Worse than the worst, content.
Where feed'st thou o'days, Apemantus ? Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or ra
Tim. Not by his breath that is more miserable. ther, where I eat it.
Apem. The middle of humanity thou never Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thy knewest, but the extremity of both ends: when self
thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they In general riot; melted down thy youth
mocked thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags In different beds of lust; and never learned thou knowest none, but art despised for the conThe icy precepts of respect, but followed trary. There's a medlar for thee; eat it. The sugared game before thee. But myself, Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Who had the world as my confectionary;
Apem. Dost hate a medlar? The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of T'im. Ay, though it look like thee. men
Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, At duty, more than I could frame employment; | thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush was beloved after his means ? Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest For every storm that blows;-I to bear this, of, didst thou ever know beloved ? That never knew but better, is some burden. Apem. Myself. Thy nature did commence in sufferance; time Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou | means to keep a dog. . hate men?
Apem. What things in the world canst thou They never flattered thee. What hast thou given? nearest compare to thy flatterers ? If thou wilt curse,—thy father, that poor rag, Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff things themselves. What wouldst thou do with To some she-beggar, and compounded thee, the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone!
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
confusion of men, and remain a beast with the Apem. Art thou proud yet?
beasts? Tim, Ay, that I am not thee.
Apem. Ay, Timon. Apem. I, that I was no prodigal.
Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant Tim. I, that I am one now:
thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox
would beguile thee : if thou wert the lamb, the But even the mere necessities upon it. fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still That death in me at others' lives may laugh. thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if 0, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict
(Looking on the gold. thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy "Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! would confound thee, and make thine own self Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow wouldst be killed by the horse; wert thou a That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, horse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard; That solder'st close impossibilities, wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on
tongue, thy life: all thy safety were remotion; and thy To every purpose! O, thou touch of hearts ! defence, absence. What beast couldst thou be, Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue that were not subject to a beast? and what a | Set them into confounding odds, that beasts beast art thou already, that see'st not thy loss in May have the world in empire ! transformation ?
Apem. 'Would 't were so; Apem. If thou couldst please me with speak- But not till I am dead!—I 'll say thou hast gold: ing to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: Thou wilt be thronged to shortly. the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest Tim. Thronged to? of beasts.
Ay. Tim. How! has the ass broke the wall, that Tim. Thy back, I pr'y thee. thou art out of the city ?
Apem. Live, and love thy misery! Apem. Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the Tim. Long live so, and so die!—I am quit. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to
[Exit APEMANTUS. catch it, and give way: when I know not what More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor else to do, I'll see thee again.
them. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's
Enter Thieves. dog than Apemantus.
1st Thief. Where should he have this gold? Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit remainder: the mere want of gold, and the fallupon.
ing-from of his friends, drove him into this meApem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to lancholy. curse.
2nd Thief. It is noised he hath a mass of treaTim. All villains that do stand by thee, are pure. Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou 3rd Thief. Let us make the assay upon him. speak'st.
If he care not for 't, he will supply us easily : if T'im. If I name thee.
he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? I'll beat thee,--but I should infect my hands. 2nd Thief. True; for he bears it not about him;
Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off. | 'tis hid.
1st Thief. Is not this he? Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
Thieves. Where? I swoon to see thee.
2nd Thief. 'Tis his description. Apem. 'Would thou wouldst burst !
3rd Thief. He; I know him.
Thieves. Save thee, Timon.
Tim. Both, too; and women's sons.
Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much Apem. Toad !
do want. Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue !
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of [APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going.
meat. I am sick of this false world; and will love nought | Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs:
water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds,
and fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves professed; that you work not In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascal thieves, Here's gold: go, suck the subtle blood of the grape,
Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have unchecked theft. Love not yourselves;
away; Rob one another. There's more gold: cut throats ; All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go; Break open shops : nothing can you steal But thieves do lose it. Steal not less, for this I give you; and gold confound you howsoever! Amen.
[Timon retires to his cave. 3rd Thief. He has almost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it,
Ist Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
2nd Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.
1st Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : there is no time so miserable but a man may be true.
Enter Flavius. Flav. O you gods! Is yon dispised and ruinous man my lord ? Full of decay and failing? O, monument And wonder of good deeds evilly bestowed ! What an alteration of honour has Desperate want made! What viler thing upon the earth than friends Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, When man was wished to love his enemies! Grant I may ever love, and rather woo Those that would mischief me, than those that do! He has caught me in his eye: I will present My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, Still serve him with my life.—My dearest master!
Timon comes forward from his cave. Tim. Away! what art thou?