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Tim. Think not on't, sir.

Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. 2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before, 1 Lord. How now, my lords !

Tim. Let it not cumber your better "remembrance. 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's -Come, bring in all together. '[To the Servants. fuiy ? 2 Lord. All covered dishes!

3 Lord. Push! did you see my cap! 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you.

4 Lord. I have lost my gown. 3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but can yield it.

humor sways him. He gave me a jewel the other 1 Lord. How do you? What's the news ? day, and now he has beat it out of my hat:-did 3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?

you see my jewel ? 14. 2 Lord. Alcibiades banished!

4 Lord. Did you see my cap ? 3 Lord. 'Tis 8o; be sure of it.

2 Lord. Here 'tis. 1 Lord. How? how ?

4 Lord. Here lies my gown. 2 Lord. I pray you, upon what?

1 Lord. Let's make no stay. Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near ? 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad. 3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble 3 Lord.

I feel't upon my

bones. feast btoward.

4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day 2 Lord. This is the old man still.

stones,

[Exeunt. 3 Lord. Will't hold ? will't hold ? 2 Lord. It does; but time 2 will show ? 3 Lord. I do conceive.

Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be

ACT IV. in all " places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first SCENE I.-Without the Walls of Athens. placo: sit, sit. Thu gods require our thanks. "You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with

Enter Timon. thankfulness. For your own gifts make yourselves

Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, praised, but reserve still to give, lest your deities be That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent; not lend to another; for, were your godheads to bor- Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools, row of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of vil Convert o' the instant green virginity!

And minister in their steads! to general 6 filths lains: if there sit twelve women at the table, let a Du't in your parents' eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast ; dozen of them be-as they are.—The rest of your Rather than render back, out with your knives, 3 foes, O gods !—the senators of Athens, together And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal ! with the common - tag of people, what is amiss in Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, them, you gods make suitable for destruction. For And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed; these, my present friends, , -as they are to me noth- Thy mistress is o' the brothel ! son of sixteen, ing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire, they welcome."

With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, Uncover, dogs, and lap. [The dishes uncovered are full of warm waler. Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighborhood,

Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Some speak. What does his lordship mean?

Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Some other. I know not.

Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, T'im. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm And 6 let confusion live !—Plagues, incident to men,

Decline to your confounding contraries, Is your d perfection. This is Timon's last ;

Your potent and infectious fevers heap Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,

On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
[Throwing water in their faces. Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,

As lamely as their manners ! lust and i liberty
Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,

That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,

And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears ;

Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's eflies,

Be general leprosy ! breath infect breath, Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and 'minute-jacks !

That their society, as their friendship, may Of and beast, the infinite malady

Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, Crust you quite o'er !-What! dost thou go?

But nakedness, thou detestable town. Soft, take ihy physic first-thou too,—and thou:[ Throres the dishes at them, and drives them out. Take thou that too, with multiplying k bans.

'[ Casting away his Clothes Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.

Timon will to the woods; where he shall find What, all in motion! Henceforth be no feast,

Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.

The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all) Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be Of Timon, man, and all humanity!

[E.cit.

The Athenians, both within and out that wall!

And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow "Your better remembrance," i, e., your good memory. To the whole race of mankind, high, and low! *" Toward," i. e., near at hand; in prospect. "In all Amen.

[Exit. places alike :" This alludes to the mode in which guests were formerly placed at table according to rank.-a ** Your per. fection," 1 e., the highest of your excellence.- "Time's &"General filths," i. e., common strumpets. Contrari. flies," i. e., flies of a season. "Minute-jacks," i. e, autom. eties.- Libertinism.-k" Multiplying bans," i. e., accumu. aton figures appended to clockø.

lating curses.

water

man,

And say,

fair ;

SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Timon's House. Whose procreation, residence, and birth,

Scarce is e dividant, touch them with several fortunes, Enter Flavius, wilh two or three Servants.

The greater scorns the lesser: not nature, 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward! where's our (To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune, master ?

But "by contempt of nature.
Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ? Raise me this beggar, and 5 decline that lord;

Flav. Alack! my fellows, what should I say to you? The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,

The beggar native honor. I am as poor as you.

It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, [dares, 1 Serv. Such a house broke !

The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who So noble a master fallen! All gone, and not In purity of manhood stand upright, One friend to take his fortune by the arm,

“This man's a flatterer ?" If one be, And go along with him !

So are they all; for every "grise of fortune 2 Serv.

As we do turn our backs Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
From our companion, thrown into his grave, Ducks to the golden fool. All is oblique;
So his a familiars to his buried fortunes

There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr'd
Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self, All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !
A dedicated beggar to the air,

His i semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains :
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,

Destruction “fang mankind!-Earth, yield me roots! Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows.

[Digging. Enter other Servants.

Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate

With thy most 'operant poison-What is here ! Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

*[ Finding gold 3 Sery. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,

Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, That see I by our faces: we are fellows still,

I am no ?idol votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark ;

Thus much of this will make black, white; foul, And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,

[iant. Hearing the surges threat: we must all part

Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, alInto this sea of air. Flav. Good fellows all,

Ha! you gods, why this ? What this ? You gods!

why, this The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.

Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, This yellow slave

Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads. As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, “We have seen better days." Let each take some; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves,

Will knit and break religions ; bless th' accurs'd;

[Giving them money. And give them title, knee, and approbation, Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more:

With senators on the bench: this is it, Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poon

That makes the n wappen'd widow wed again : [They embrace, and part several ways. She, whom the ospital-house, and ulcerous sores O, the bfierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,

Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices Since riches point to misery and contempt?

To the April 9 day again. Come, damned earth,

Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odda Who'd be so mock'd with glory 'as to live

Among the route of nations, I will make thee But in a dream of friendship ? ? and revive

Do thy right nature.--[March afar off. ]-Ha! 3 To have his pomp, and Sall state comprehends,

drum ?-Thou’rt 'quick, But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ?

But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief, Poor honest lord! brought low by his own heart;

When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. Undone by goodness. Strange, unusual blood,

Nay, stay thou out for earnest. When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!

[Reserving some gold. Who, then, dares to be half so kind again ? For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.

Enter ALCIBIADES, with Drum and Fife, in sarlike My dearest lord, -bless'd, to be most accurs'd,

manner; and Phrynia and TIMANDRA. Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes

Alcib.

What art thou there! Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! Speak.

[heart, He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat

Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy Of monstrous friends ;

For showing me again the eyes of men ! [tbee, Nor hath he with him to supply his life,

Alcib. What is thy name ? Is man so hateful to Or that which can command it.

That art thyself a man ? I'll follow, and inquire him out:

Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. I'll ever serve his mind with my best will;

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, Whilst I have gold I'll be his steward still. [Exit. That I might love thee something.

Alcib.

I know thee well; SCENE III.-The Woods.

But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I Enter Timon, 4 with a Spade.

know thee, Tim. O, blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy d sister's orb

•"Dividant," 1 e., different; separate. But by le wed Infect the air. 'Twinn'd brothers of one womb, here for rithout. - Rother-beasts are hornrd cattle

"Grise," i. e., step; degree. Semblable," i e, like**Fang," i.

seize. Operative. Pure-Sorrowial*" His familiars to bis buried fortunes," i. e., those who Hospital. - To "cast the gorge" is to revolt or turn the meang vehement. - * Blood," i. e., propensity; disposition. youth. - Thou'rt quicky" i. e., thou hast life and motion is &" Thy sister's," i. e., the moon's.

thee.

I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;

That through the window-bars bore at man's eyes, With man's blood paint the ground, gules, "gules: Are not within the leaf of pity writ, (babe, Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;

But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy: Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Think it a bastard, whom the oracle For all her cherubin look.

Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Phry.

Thy lips rot off! And mince it sans remorse : swear against abjects; Tim. I will not kiss thee; then, the rot returns Put armor on thine ears, and on thine eyes, To thine own lips again.

Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? | Nor sight of priests, in holy vestments bleeding,

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: But then, renew I could not like the moon;

s[ Throwing it. There were no suns to borrow of.

Make large confusion; and thy fury spent, Alcib.

Noble Timon, Confounded be thyself! Speak not; be gone. What friendship may I do thee?

Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold T'im.

None, but to

thou giv'st me, Maintain my opinion.

Not all thy counsel.

[upon thee! Alcib. What is it, Timon?

Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curso Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: Phry. 4. Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: if thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for hast thou more? thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, for thou art a man!

And to make whores * abhorr'd. Hold up, you sluts, Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable, Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. The immortal gods that hear you,-spare your oaths, Timan. Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the I'll trust to your "conditions: be whores still; Voic'd so regardfully?

[world And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Tim.

Art thou Timandra ? Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; Timan. Yes.

[thee: Let your close fire predominate his smoke, Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use And be no turncoats. Yet may your pains, six Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.

months, Make use of thy salt hours; season the slaves Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth With burdens of the dead ;-some that were hang'd, To the tub-fast, and the diet.

No matter :-wear them, betray with them: whore Timan.

Hang thee, monster! Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: [still; Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits A pox of wrinkles ! Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.

Phry.f: Timan. Well, more gold.What then? I have 1 had but little gold of late, brave Timon, Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold. The want whereof doth daily make revolt

Tim. Consumptions sow
In my penurious band : I have heard and griev'd, In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shing,
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbor states, That he may never more false title plead,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Nor sound his & quillets shrilly: hoar the bflamen,

Tim. I prythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. That scolds against the quality of flesh,
Alcib. I ain thy friend, and pity thee, dear Ti- And not believes himself: down with the nose,

[trouble? Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost of him, that his particular to foresee, I hal rather be alone.

Smells from the general i weal: make curl'd-pate Alcib. Why, fare thee well:

ruffians bald; Here is some gold for thee.

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Tim.

Keep it, I cannot eat it. Derive some pain from you. Plague all, Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap - That your activity may defeat and quell Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ?

The source of all erection. There's more gold : Alcib. Ay Timon, and have cause.

[ Throwing it. Tim. The gods confound them all in thy conquest; Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And thee after, when thou hast conquered: And ditches & grave you all! Alcib. Why me, Timon ?

Phry. of Timan. More counsel with more money, Tim.

That, by killing of villains, bounteous Timon. Thou wast born to conquer my country.

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

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

Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens! FareWill o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison

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

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit matron; Alcib. I never did thee harm. It is her habit only that is honest,

Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Herself's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek

Alcib.

Call'st thou that harm? Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee away, paps,

"Sans remorse," L e., without pity. Dispositions. • Gules, a term in heraldry denoting red. * Voic'd so 6 Subtleties.-"Flamen," i. e., priest. To foresee his regurdfully," i. e., praised so highly-Alluding to the cure particular' is to provide for his private advantage, for which then in practice for lucs veneren. Cutting.

he leaves right scent of public good. - To grave is to bury.

mon.

And take thy beagles with thee.

Tim. I hate thee worse.
Alcib.
We but offend him. Арет.

Why?
Strike!

Tim.

Thou flatter'st misery. [Drums beat. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRY. Apem. I flatler not, but say thou art a caitiff. NIA, and TIMANDRA.

Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ? Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Apem.

To vex thee Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.

[Digging. Dost please thyself in't? Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Apem.

Ay. Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,

Tim.

What! a knave toot Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puffd, Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

To castigate thy pride, 'twere well; but thou The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd a worm, Dost it enforcedly: thou'dst courtier be again, With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven

Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before: Yield him, who all the human sons doth hate,

The one is filling still never complete; From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!

The other, at high wish, best state, contentless, Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb;

Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!

Worse than the worst content. Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears ; Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Tim. Not by his 'breath, that is more miserable Hath to the marbled mansion all above

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm Never presented !--0! a root :-dear thanks! With favor never clasp'd, but bred a dog. Dry up thy I meadows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Hadst thou, like us, from our first & swath, proceeded Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, The sweet degrees that this brief world affords And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, To such as may the passive * dugs of it That from it all consideration slips

Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thyself Enter APEMANTUS.

In general riot; melted down thy youth More man? Plague ! plague !

In differents beds of lust; and never learn'a Apem. I was directed hither: men report,

The icy precepts of a respect, but follow'd Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Tim. "Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog The mouths, the tongues,

the eyes, and hearts of met

Who had the world as my confectionary: Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee!

At duty, more than I could frame i employment; Apem. This is in thee a nature but infected ;

That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung [place? Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush From change of fortune. Why this spade? this Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare This slave-like habit, and these looks of care ?

For every storm that blows ;-I, to bear this,
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft,

That never knew but better, is some burden:
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,

Thy nature did commence in * sufferance, time By putting on the cunning of a dcarper.

Hath made thee hard in't. Why should's thoa late Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive

men ? By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,

They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou giren 1

If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag. And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,

Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,

To some she beggar, and compounded thee And call it excellent. Thou wast told thus; Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters that bade wel. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,

Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! come,

Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer. To knaves, and all approachers : 'tis most just,

Арет. .

Art thou proud yet? That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,

Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness.

Арет. .

I, that I was Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.

No prodigal. Apem. Thou bast cast away thyself, being like

Tim. I, that I am one now:
thyself;

Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
A madman so long, now a fool. What! think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,

I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moist trees, Thus would I eat it.

That the whole life of Athens were in this! That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels,

[Eating & roet Apem.

Here; I will mend thy feast. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold

[Offering sometne brook, Candied with ice, candle thy morning taste,

Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit ? call the creatures,

Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of

thine. Whose naked natures live in all the spite

Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,

If not, I would it were. To the conflicting elements expos'd,

Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens ? Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee;

Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt O! thou shalt find Tim.

A fool of thee. Depart. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. • That is, arrives sooner at the completion of its wide

{"By his breath," i. e., by his voice, sentence-** First

swath," i. e., from the first stathe-band, from infants *The serpent called the blind-zoorm.Curved. -- "En bu The icy precepts of respect," i e, the cold admonitions sear," i e, close; stop up:-* The cunning of a carper" is of prudence.- Employment for. **Bufferance,"ie, bis the fastidiousness of a critic.

ery ; pain.

Tell them there I have gold: look, so I have. shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog,
Apem. Here is no use for gold.

than Apemantus. T'im.

The best, and truest; Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. Apem. Where ly'st o' nights, Timon ?

Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse. Tim.

Under that's above me. T'im. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus ?

Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st. Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, Tim. If I name thee. where I eat it.

1 I'd beat thee, but I should infect my hands. Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off. mind!

T'im. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Apem. Where would'st thou send it?

Choler does kill me, that thou art aliye; T'im. To sauce thy dishes.

I swoon to see thee. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knew Apem.

Would thou would'st burst! est, but the extremity of both ends. When thou

Tim.

Away, was in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose for too much curiosity: in thy rags thou knowest A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him. none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a Apem. Beast! medlar for thee; eat it.

Tim.

Slave! Tim. On what I hate I feed not.

Apem.

Toad! Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?

Tim.

Rogue, rogue, rogue ! Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

[APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going. Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou I am sick of this false world, and will love nought should'st have loved thyself better now. What man But even the mere necessities upon't. didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave: his means ?

Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph, didst thou ever know beloved ?

That death in me at others' lives may laugh. Apem. Myself.

O, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce T'im. I understand thee: thou hadst some means

(Looking on the gold to keep a dog.

'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Apem. What things in the world canst thou near- of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! est compare to thy flatterers ?

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the things Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

That solder'st close impossibilities, (tongue, Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. And mak'st them kiss! that speak’st with every

Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the con- To every purpose! O thou d touch of hearts ! fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue Apem. Ay, Timon..

Set them into confounding odds, that beasts Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant May have the world in empire ! thee to attain to. If thou wert the lion, the fox would

Apem.

Would 'twere so; beguile thee:

if thou wert the lamb, the fox would But not till I am dead. I'll say, thou'st gold: eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would sus- Thou will be throng'd to shortly. pect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused Tim.

Throng'd to ? by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would

Арет.

Ay. torment thee, and still thou livedst but as a breakfast Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness Apem.

Live, and love thy misery! would afflict thee, and oft thou should'st hazard thy T'im. Long live so, and so die !-I am quit.life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and

[Exit ApemanTUS. wrath would confound thee, and make thine own More things like men ?—Eat, Timon, and abhor them. self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear,

Enter Bandilti. thou would'st be killed by the horse: wert thou a

1 Band. Where should be have this gold? It is horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and der. The mere want of gold, and the falling from

some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainthe spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life; all him of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. thy safety were bremotion, and thy defence, absence,

2 Band. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. What beast could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that

3 Band. Let us make the assay upon him: if he seest not thy loss in transformation.

care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetApem. If thou could'st please me with speaking ously reserve it, how shall's get it? to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: the com

2 Band. True, for he bears it not about him; 'uis

hid. monwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

1 Band. Is not this he? T'im. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou

Al. Where? art out of the city ?

2 Band. 'Tis his description. Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter. The

3 Band. He; I know him. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to

ANI. Save thee, Timon. catch it, and give way. When I know not what

Tim. Now, thieves ? else to do, I'll see thee again.

All. Soldiers, not thieves. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou

Tim. Both two; and women's sons.

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** Too much curiosity," i, e, too much finical nicety.-Remotion is removing away; removing afar of.

" The cap," i. e., the top; the principal. - Touch for touchstone.

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