Who feeks for better of thee, fauce his pa With thy most operant poison! What is Gold yellow, glittering, precious gold? I am no idle votarift. Roots, you clear h Thus much of this, will make black, whi Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you Will lug your priests and fervants from y Pluck ftout men's pillows from below the This yellow flave Will knit and break religions; bless the Make the hoar leprofy ador'd; place thie And give them title, knee, and approbatic With fenators on the bench: this is it, That makes the wappen'd widow wed aga She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous Would caft the gorge at, this embalms an To the April day again. Come, damned Thou common whore of mankind, that p Among the rout of nations, I will make t Do thy right nature.-[March afar off.] Thou'rt quick, But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, ftron When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :- [Keeping fome gold. Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner ; PHRYNIA, and TYMANDRA. Alcib. What art thou there? Speak. Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, For fhowing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man? Tim. I am mifanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do with thou wert a dog, That I might love thee fomething. Alcib. I know thee well; But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know thee, I not defire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules; Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine For all her cherubin look. Phry. Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kifs thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : But then renew I could not, like the moon ; There were no funs to borrow of. Alcib. What friendship may I do thee? Noble Timon, Tim. None, but to Maintain my opinion. Alcib. What is it, Timon? Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: If Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for Thou art a man! if thou doft perform, confound thee, For thou'rt a man! Alcib. I have heard in fome fort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou faw'ft them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I fee them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Tyman. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd fo regardfully? Tim. Tyman. Yes. Art thou Tymandra ? Tim. Be a whore ftill! they love thee not, that use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their luft. Make ufe of thy falt hours: feason the flaves For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth Tyman. Hang thee, monster ! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Tymandra; for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.— I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band: I have heard, and griev'd, Alcib. Alcib. Why, fare thee well: Keep't, I cannot eat it. Here's fome gold for thee. Tim. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,—— Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ? Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all i' thy conqueft; and Thee after, when thou haft conquer'd! Alcib. Tim. That, Why me, Timon ? By killing villains, thou waft born to conquer Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poifon In the fick air: Let not thy fword skip one : Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, |