My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou givest me, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee! Phr. and Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six months, A pox of wrinkles! Phr. and Timan. Well, more gold;-What then ?Believe't, that we'll do anything for gold. Tim. Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, That he may never more false title plead, * An allusion to the tale of Œdipus. I. e. against objects of charity and compassion. + Without pity. Nor sound his quillets* shrilly: hoar the flamen And not believes himself: down with the nose, Of him, that his particular to foresee, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd pate ruffians bald; That your activity may defeat and quell The source of all erection.-There's more gold: Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave you all! Phr. and Timan. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon. If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Alcib. I never did thee harm. Tim. Yes, thou spokest well of me. Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, [Digging. [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,t Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented!-0, a root,-Dear thanks! Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, That from it all consideration slips! Enter APEMANTUS. More man? Plague! plague! * Subtilties. + Boundless surface. + Bent. Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, * From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brook, To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures,- Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; O! thou shalt find Tim. A fool of thee: Depart. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim. I hate thee worse. Apem. Why? Tim. Thou flatter'st misery. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Tim. Why dost thou seek me out? Apem. To vex thee. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Dost please thyself in't? Apem. Ay. Tim. What! a knave too? Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on * I. e. their diseased perfumed mistresses. † I. e. cynic. Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:* The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men? If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. No prodigal. Tim. 1, that I am one now; Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. That the whole life of Athens were in this! Thus would I eat it. [Eating a root. Apem. Here; I will mend thy feast. [Offering him something. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. If not, I would it were. Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens ? * Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. † (That has). Cautions prudence. From infancy. § Drudges. Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tim. The best, and truest: For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus? Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends: When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity;* in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it. Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Apem. An thou hadst hated medlars sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means? Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved? Apem. Myself. Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog. Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers? Tim. Women nearest: but men, men are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Apem. Ay, Timon. Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee: and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury:† wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and * Finical delicacy. †The old idea was, that the lion, when he encountered a unicorn, posted himself against a tree, and that the unicorn, rushing against him with blind fury, and striking his horn into the tree, thus left himself an easy prey to his adversary. |