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My country.

Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Put up thy gold. Go on,-here's gold,-90 on;

given you earnest. Be as a planetary plague, when Jove

Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Atheus. Will o'er some higb-vie'd city bang his poison

Farewell, Timon ;
In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one : Im I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,

T'im. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
He's a nsurer. Strike me the counterfeit iatron; Alcil. I never did thee harm.
It is her habit only that is honest,

T'im. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Hersell's a bawd. Let net the virgin's cheek Alcib. Call'st thou that harm? Make soft thy trenchant* sword; for those milk! Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away paps,

And take thy beagles with thee. That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Alcib. We but vtfeud him.Are not within the leaf of pity writ,

Strike. Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the

[Drum beats. Encunt ALCIBIADES. babe,


PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA. Whose dimpled smiles froin fools exhaust their Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkind. Think it a bastard,+ whom the oracle

ness, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Should yet be bungry !--Common mother, thon, And mince it sans remorse. I Swear against ou

(Digging. jects ; )

Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, * Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ; Teems, and feeds all ; whose self-same mettle, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is babes,

puti'd, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Shall pierce a ,ot. There's gold to pay thy sol- The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, + djers;

With all the abhorred births below chap 1 Make large confusion : and, thy fury spent,

heaven Confounded be thyself! Speak nót, be gone.

Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, thou giv'st me,

From forth thy plenieous bosoin one poor rout! Not all thy counsel.

Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, beaven's Let it no more bring out ingrateful mau! curse upon thee !

Go great with tigers, dragous, wolves, and bears ; Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Ti-Teemn with new monsters, whoin thy upward mon: Hast thou more?

face Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her Hath to the marbled mansion all above trade,

(sluts, Never presented !-Oh! a root,-- Dear thanks! And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you Dry up thy marrows, viues, and plough-lora Yoar aprons mountant: You are not oathable,-Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear,

Whereof ingrateful man, with liqnorisli di aughts, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues,

And morsels unctuous, creases liis pure wind, The immortal gods that hear you, -spare your That from it all consideration slips ! oaths,

Enter APEMANTUS. I'll trust to your conditions. | Be whores still; And be whose pious breath seeks to convert you, More man? Plague ! plague ! Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up ; Apem. I was directed bither: Men report, Let your close fire predominate his smoke, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. And be no turocoats: Yet may your pains, six Tin. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a months,


dog Be quite contrary: And thatch your poortbin Whom I would imitate : Consumption catch thee! With burdens of the dead ;--some that were

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected ! hang'd,

A poor un'nauly melancholy, sprung No matter : wear them, betray with them : whore From change of fortune. Why this spade? this still ;

place? Paint till a horse may mire upon your face :

This slave-like babit ? and these looks of care ? A pox of wrinkles !

Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft, Phr. & Timan. Well, more gold ;-What Hug their diseas'd perfumes, § and bave forgot then

That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold. By putting on the cunning of a carper.|| Tim. Consumptions sow

Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's and let his very breathi, whom thou’lt observe, voice,

Blow off thy cap ; praise this most vicious strain, That he may never more false title plead, And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus : Nor sound his guillets I shrilly : hoar ** the Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid fiamen,

welcome, That scolds against the quality of flesh,

To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, And not believes himself : down with the nose,

That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again, Down with it fiat ; take the bridge quite away

Rascals should bav't. Do not assume my likeOf him, that his particular to foresee, Smells from the general weal : make curl'd-pate

Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myruflians bald ;

self. and let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war

Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Derive some pain from you : Plague ali ;

thyself; That your activity may defeat and quell

A madman so long, now a fool : What think'st The source of all erection. There's i sore gold :

That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Do you damn others, and let this danın you,

Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd And ditches grave tt you all!

trees, Phr.4 Timan. More counsel with more money, | And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold

That bave outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, bounteous Tiinon.

brook, dipos, ho murdered her incestuous otspring.

1 Alluding to Jocasta, the wife of Candied with ice, candle thy morning taste, I Without pity.

Against objects of compassion. • Boundless surface. i Vocations,

† The serpent called the Subtilties. • Gise him blind worm.

1 Bent.

Thei- diseased brarv leprosy. 11 Entomb,

perfumed mistresses | Finding fault.



To cure thv o'er-night's surfeit? call the crea- T'im. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou tures,

wilt, Whose naked natures live in all the spite Tell them there I have gold: look, so I have. of wreakful beaven ; whose bare unhoused Apem. Here is no use for gold. trunks,

Tim. The best and truest : To the contlicting elements expos'd,

For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee. Apem. Where liest o’nights, Timon ? Oh! thou shalt find

Tim. Under that's above me. Tim. A fool of thee : Depart.

Where feed'st thou o'days, Apemantus ? Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Apem. Where my stomach finds meat ; or, Tim. I hate thee worse.

rather, where I eat it. Apem. Why?

Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew Tim. Thou flatter'st misery.

my mind! Apem. I fatter not; but say thou art a cai- Apem. Where would'st thou send it ? tiff.

T'im. To sauce thy dishes. Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ?

Apem. The middle of bumanity taou never Apem. To vex thee.

knewest, but the extremity of both ends : When Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they Dost please thyself in't?

mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy Apem. Ay.

rags thou knowest none, but are despised for the Tim. What I a knave too ?

contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it. Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou Apem. Dost hate a medlar ? Dost it enforcedly ; thou’dst courtier be agaiv, T'im. Ay, though it look like thee. Wert thou not beggar. Willing nisery

Apem. Au thou bad'st hated medlers sooner, Outlives incertain pomp, is crowu'd before : thou should'st have loved thyself better now. The one is filling still, never complete ;

What man didst thou ever know uuthrift, that The other, at high wish : Best state, contentless, was beloved after bis means ? Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest Worse than the worst, content.

of, didst thou ever know beloved ? Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Apem. Myself. T'im. Not by bis breath, t that is more mise- Tim. I understand thee; thon badst some rable.

means to keep a dog. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm Apem. What things in the world canst thou With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog. nearest compare to thy flatterers ! Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the proceeded

things themselves. What would'st thou do The sweet degrees that this brief world affords with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy To such as may the passive drugs of it

power ? Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the thyself

men, In general riot; melted down thy youth

Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the In different beds of lust; and never learn'd confusion of men, and remain a beast with the The icy precepts of respect, $ but follow'd

beasts ? The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,

Apem. Ay, Timon. Who bad the world as my confectionary ;

Tim. A beastly ainbition, which the gods grant The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts thee to attain to 1 If thou wert the lion, the for of men

would beguile thee : if thou wert the lamb, the At duty, more than I could frame employment; fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare ass, thy dulness would torment thee : and still For every storm that blows. 1, to bear this, thou livedst but as a breakfast, to the wolf: if That never knew but better, is some burden : thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou thy dinner : wert thou the unicorn, pride and hate men ?

wrath would confound thee, and make thine own They never fatter'd thee : What hast thou given ? self the conquest of thy fury : wert thou a bear, If thou wilt curse,--thy father, that poor rag, thou would'st be killed by the horse ; wert thou Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff | a horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard ; To some she beggar, and compounded thee wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the Poor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be goife ! lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, thy life : all thy safety were remotion ; + and thy Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

defence, absence. What beast could'st thou we, Apem. Art thou proud yet ?

that were not subject to a beast ? and what a Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.

beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in Apem. I, that I was

transformation ? No prodigal.

Apem. If thou could'st please me with speak. T'im. I, that I am one now;

ing to me, thou migh'tst have hit upon it here : Were all the wealth I bave, shut up in thee, The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest I'd give thee leave to bang it. Get thee gone.—of beasts. That the whole life of Athens were in this!

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root. thou art out of the city ? Apem. Here ; I will mend thy feast.

Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter : [Ofering him something. The plague of company light upon thee! I will T'im. First mend my company, take away thy fear to catch it, and give way: 'When I know not self.

what else to do, I'll see thee again. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, of thine.

thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; dog, than Apemantus. If not, I would it were.

Apem. Thou art the cap + of all the fools Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ?

alive. • Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes.

• For too much finical delicacy.
By his sentence.
1 From infancy.

11.e. In being placed at a distance from the lione The cold admonitions of prudence.

• The top.

Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit Within this nuile break forth a hundred springs upoll.

The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; A pem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to The bouriteous housewite, nature, ou each bush curse.

Lays her full mess before you. Want? why Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are

want ? pure.

Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou As beasts, and birds, and tislies. (water, speak'st.

Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, T'im. If I name thee.

and fishes ;

!con, I'll beat thee,-but I should insect my hands. You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you

Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off! That you are thieves profess'd; that you work Tin. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!

not Choler doth kill me that thou art alive;

In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft I swoon to see thee.

In limited • professions. Rascal thieves, Avem. 'Would thou would'st burst !

Here's gold : Go, seek the subtle blood of the Tim. Away,

grape, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, A stone by thee. (Throu's u stone ut him. And so 'scape lianging : trust not the physician; Avem. Beast!

His antidotes are poison, and he slays (gether; Tim, Slave!

More than you rob : take wealth and lives to. Apem. Toad!

Do villany, do, since you profess to do't, Tim. Rogue, rogue, roçue !

Like workinen. l'll example you with thievery: (APEMANTUS retreats backtards, as going. The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction I am sick of this false world ; and will love Robs the vast sea : the moon's au arrant thier, nought

And her pale fire sbe snatches from the sun : But even the mere necessities npon it.

The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, Lie wbere the light foam of the sea may beat That feeds and breeds by a composture + stolen Thy grave-stope daily : make thine epitaph, From general excrement: each thing's a thiet: That death in me at others' lives may laugh. The laws, your curb and whip, in their rougla O tou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce


(away ; (Looking on the gold. Have uucbeck'd theft. Love not yourselves : "Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut of Hymneu's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars !

throats; Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate all that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, wooer,

Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow But thieves do lose it : Steal not less, for this That lies ou Dian's lap! thou visible god, I give you; and gold confound you bowsoever! That solder'st close impossibilities,


iTimon retires to his Cure. And nak'st them kiss ! tbat speak'st with every 3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my tongue,

professioni, by persuading me to it. To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts ! 1 Thiej. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, thal Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue he thus advises us ; not to bave us thrive in Set them into confounding odds; that beasts our mystery. May have the world in empire !

2 Thief: I'll believe bim as au enemy, and Åpem. 'Would 'twere so ;

give o'er my trade. But pot till I am dead !-I'll say, thou hast gold : 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athcus; Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

There is no time so miserable, but a mau may Tin. Throug'd to ?

be true.

(Exeunt THIEVES. Apem. Ay.

Tim. Thy back, I průythee.
Apem. Live, and love thy misery !

Flav. O you gods !
Tim. Long live so, and so die !--I am quit.- Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord !

(Exit APEMANTUS. Full of decay and failing ? () mominent More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! them.

What an alteration of honour t has

Desperate want made !

What viler thing upon the earth, tban friends, 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It Who can bring noblest minds tó basest ends ! is some poor fragment, some slenderoit of his How rarely ý does it meet with this time's remainder : The were want of gold, and the

guise, falling from of his friends, drove him into this When man was wish'd || to love bis enemies : melancholy.

Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo (do! 2 Thirs. It is noised, he bath a mass of trea. Those that would mischief me, than those that sure.

He has caught me in his eye: I will present 3 Thief. Let us niake the assay upon him: if My honest grief unto bim; and, as my lord, he care not for't, he will supply us easily ; If he sull serve him with niy life.--My dearest Covetously reserve it, how shall's get it?

master! 2 Thief. True ; for be bears it not about bim 'us bid.

Timon comes forward from his Cave. 1 Thief. Is not this he?

Tim. Away! what art thou ? Thieves. Where?

Flav. Have you fosgot me, Sir ? [men; 2 Thief. 'Tis bis description.

Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all 3 Thief. He; I know him.

Then, if thou grant'st thou'ıt man, I have for. Thieves. Save thee, Timon.

got thee, Tim. Now thieves ?

Flav. An bonest poor servant of yours. Thieres. Soldiers, not thieves.

Tim. Then Tim. Both too ; and women's sons.

I know thee not : I ne'er bad honest man Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that About me, I: all that I kept were knaves, much do want.

To serve in meat to villains. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much Flav. The gods are witness, of ineat,

(roots ; Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath

• Legal.

+ Mannre.

1 1. e. From an honourable state to one of disgrace. • For touchstone.

How happily.



Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief

Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. the ruinour hold for true, that he is so full of Tim. What, dost thou weep |--Come nearer ; gold? then I love thee,

Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise Flinty mankind ; whose eyes do never give, enriched poor straggling soldiers with great But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleep. quantity : 'Tis said, he gave unto bis steward a ing :

mighty sum. Strange times, that weep with laughing, not Poet. Then this breaking of his has been bat a with weeping!

try for his friends. Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm lord,

[lasts, in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. To accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth Therefore, 'lis pot amiss, we tender our loves to To entertain me as your steward still.

him, in this supposed distress of his : it will Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and show honestly in us; and is very likely to load So comfortable ? It almost turns

(now our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold just and true report that goes of his having. Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of wo- Poet. What have you now to present unto

bim? Forgive my general and exceptless rasbness, Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation : Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclain

only I will promise him an excellent piece. One honest man,-mistake me not,-but one : Poet. I must serve him so too: tell him of an No more, I pray,--and he is a steward.

intent that's coming toward himn. How fain would I have hated all mankind,

Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the And thou redeem'st thyself : but all save thee, very air o'the time : it opens the eyes of expec. I fell with curses.

(wise, tation : performance is ever the duller for his Methinks, thou art more honest now, iban act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of For, by oppressing and betraying me,

people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. Thou inight'st have sooner got another service : To promise is most courtly and fashionable : perFor many so arrive at second masters,

formance is a kind of will and testament, wbich Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, argues a great sickness in his judgment that (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) makes it. Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,

Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not If not a usuring kinduess; and as rich men deal paint a man so bad as is thyself, gifts,

Poet. I am tbinking what I shall say I have Expecting in return twenty for one ?

provided for hiin: It must be a personating of Flav. No, my most wortby master, in whose himself : a satire against the softness of prosbreast

perity ; with a discovery of the iutinite flatteries Doubt and snspect, alas, are plac'd ton late : ibat follow yonth and opulency. You should bave fear'd false lines, when you

Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in did feast :

thine Own work? Wilt thou whip thine owu Suspect still comes where an estate is least. faults in other men? Do so, I bave guld for That which I show, beaven knows, is merely tbee. love,

Poet. Nay, let's seek him : Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,

Then do we sin against our own estate, Care of your food and living : and, believe it, When we may profit meet, and come too late. My most honour'd lord,

Puin. True ; For any benefit that points to me,

When the day serves, before black-comer'd Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange

night, For this one wish, That you bad power avd Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. wealth

Come. To requite me, by making rich yourself.

Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. Wbat a god's Tim. Look thee, 'tis so !--Thou singly honest

gold, Here take :-the gods out of my misery [man, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, Have sent thee treasure.. Go, live rich, and Than where swine feed ! happy :

(men ; • 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the But thus coudition'd; Thou shall build from foam ; Hate all, curse all : show charity to none; Settlest admired reverence in a slave : But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, To thee be worsbip! and thy saints for aye Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs Be crown'd with plagues, tbat thee alone obey ! What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'Fit I do meet them.

(Advancing them,

Poet. Hail, worthy Timon ! Dehts wither them: Be men like blasted woods,

Pain. Our late noble inaster. And may diseases lick up their false bloods ! Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest And so, farewell, and thrive.

men 3 Flar. O let me stay,

Poet. Sir, And comfort you, my master.

Having often of your open bounty tasted, Tim. If thou hat'st

Hearing you were retird, your friends fall'n off, Curses, stay not : Ay, whilst thou'rt bless'd and Whose thankless natures--o abhorred spirits ! free :

Not all the whips of heaven are large enough Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

What I to you! ¡Exeunt severally. Whose star-like nobleness guve life and induence

To their whole being! I'm rapt and cannot


The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

With any size of words.

Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the SCENE 1.The same.-- Before Timon's Cave.

better : Enter Poet and PAINTER; Timon behind, un- Make them best seen, and known.

You, that are honest, by being what you are, seen.

Pain. He, and mysell, Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot Have travell'd in the great shower of your gifts be far where he abides.

And sweetly felt it. • Away from tne abodes ol meo.

• The doing of what we have said we would do

Scene II.

Tisn. Ay, you are honest men.

Offering the fortunes of his former days,
Pain. We are hither come to offer you our The foriner man may make him : Bring us to
And chance it as it may.

Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I re- Fluv. Here is his cave.
quit you?

Peace and content be here! Lori Timun Timon ! Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Look out, and speak to friends: The AtheBoth. What we can do, we'll do, to do you

nians, service.

By two of their most reverend senate, greet Tim. You are honest men : You have heard Speak to them, noble Timon.

(thee: that I have gold ;

Enter Tixon. I am sure you have : speak truth : you are honest men.

Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !-Speak, Pain, So it is said, my noble lord: but there.

and be hang'd : Came not my friend, nor I.

[fore For each true wora, a blister! and each false Tim. Good honest men !-Thou draw'st a Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue, counterfeit

Consuming it with speaking ! Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; | Sen. Worthy TinonThou counterfeit'st most lively.

Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of pain. So, so, my lord.

Timon. Tim. Even so, Sir, as I say :-- And, for thy 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Ti. fiction, [To the PoET.

mon. Why thy verse swells with stuft so fine and Tim. I thank them; and would send them smooth,

back the plague, That thon art even natural in thine art.

Could I but catch it for them.
But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, 1 Sen, Oh! forget
I must needs say, you have a little fault :

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, The senators, with one consent of love,
You take much pains to mend,

Entreat thee back to Athens ; who have tbought

: Both. Beseech your honour,

On special diguities, which vacant lie To make it known to us.

For thy best use and wearing. Tim. You'll take it il.

2 Sen. They confess, Bolk. Most thankfully, my lord.

Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross : Tim. Will yon, indeed ?

Which now the public body,-which doth seldon
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.

Play the recanter,-feeling in itself
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
That mightily deceives you.

(knave of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ; Both. Do we, my lord ?

And send forth us, to make their sorrowed T'in. Ay, and you bear him cog, see him dis

render, + semble,

Together with a recompense more fruitful Know his gross patchery, love bim, feed him, Than their offi ace can weigh down by the dram; Keep in your bosom : yet remain assur'd, Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and That he's a made-up villain. +

wealth, Pain. I know none sucb, my lord.

As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were Poet. Nor I.

Tin. Look you, I love you well ; I'll give you And write in thee the figures of their love,

Ever to read them thine.
Rid me these villains from your companies : Tim. You witch me in it;
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a Surprise me to the very brink of tears :

Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Confound them by some course, and come to me, and I'll beweep these comforts, wortby sena. I'll give you gold enough.

tors. Both. Name them, my lord, let's kuow them. i Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in company :

And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take Each man apart, all single and alone,

The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Yet an arcb-villain keeps him company.

Allow'd | with absolute power, and thy good If, where thou art, two villaius shall not be.


(To the Painter. Live with authority :-80 soon we shall drive back Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside of Alcibiades tbe approaches wild ;

[To the Poet. Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up But where one villain is, then him abandon.- His country's peace. Hence ! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye 2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword slaves :

(Hence ! Against the walls of Athens.
You have done work for me, there's payment: 1 Sen. Therefore, Timou,-
You are an alchymist, make gold of that :- T'im. Well, Sir, I will; therefore, I will, Sir;
Out, rascal dogs!

(Exit, beating and driving them out. If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

Let Alcibiades know this of Timou, (Athens,
SCENE II.-The same.

That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair

And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Enter Flavius, and two SENATORS.

Giving our holy virgins to the stain Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war ; For he is set so only to himself, (Timon; Then, let him know,-and tell him Timon speaks That nothing but himself, which looks like man,

it, Is friendly with him.

In pity of our aged, and our youth, 1 Sen. Bring us to his cave :

I cannot chuse but tell him, that I care not, It is our part and promise to the Athenians, And let him tak't at worse ; for their knives care To speak with Timon.

not, 2 Sen, At all times alike

While you have throats to answer : for myself, Men are not still the same: Twas time, azd There's not a whittle § in the unruly camp, griefs,

But I do prize it at my love, before (you That frain'a bim thus : time, with bis fairer band, The reverend'st throat in Athens. so I leave

with us,

• As a portrait was then called.

. With an united voice of affection. * A cemplete villai. 1 ln a jakes, or house of office. + Confession.

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