Although, I know, you'll fwear, terribly
Into strong fhudders, and to heavenly ag
The immortal gods that hear you,—spare
I'll trust to your conditions; Be whores
And he whofe pious breath feeks to conv
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn hin
Let your close fire predominate his smoke
And be no turncoats: Yet may your pai
Be quite contrary: And thatch your poc
With burdens of the dead; fome that w
No matter :-wear them, betray with the
Paint till a horfe may mire upon your
A pox of wrinkles!
Phr. and Tym. Well, more gold;—WI Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gol Tim. Confumptions fow
In hollow bones of man; ftrike their fha And mar men's fpurring. Crack the law That he may never more false title plead Nor found his quillets thrilly: hoar the That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himfelf: down with th Down with it flat; take the bridge quite Of him, that his particular to foresee,
Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians
And let the unfcarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive fome pain from you: Plague all;
That your activity may defeat and quell
The fource of all erection.-There's more gold
Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
And ditches grave you all!
Phr. and Tym. More counsel, with more money, bounteous Timon.
Tim. More whore, more mischief firft; I have given you earnest.
Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon;
If I thrive well, I'll vifit thee again.
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Alcib. I never did thee harm.
Tim. Yes, thou spoke'st well of me.
[Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TYMANDRA.
Tim. That nature, being fick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, [Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-fame 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 crifp heaven
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy human fons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bofom, one poor root!
Enfear 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 manfion all above
Never prefented !-O, a root !-Dear thanks!
Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorifh draughts,
And morfels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
That from it all confideration flips!
More man? Plague! plague!
Apem. I was directed hither: Men report,
Thou doft affect my manners, and dost use them.
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou doft not keep a dog
Whom I would imitate: Confumption catch thee!
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected;
A poor unmanly melancholy, fprung
From change of fortune. Why this fpade? this place?
This flave-like habit? and thefe looks of care?
Thy flatterers yet wear filk, drink wine, lie foft;
Hug their difeas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatterer now, and feek to thrive
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath, whom thou'lt obferve,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent: Thou waft told thus ;
Thou gav'ft thine ears, like tapfters, that bid welcome,
To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
That thou turn rafcal; had'ft thou wealth again,
Rafcals should hav't. Do not assume my likeness.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Apem. Thou haft caft away thyfelf, being like thyself;
A madman fo long, now a fool: What, think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy fhirt on warm? Will these moss'd trees,
That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip when thou point'ft out? will the cold brook,
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
To cure thy o'er-night's furfeit? call the creatures,-
Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Of wreakful heaven; whofe bare unhoused trunks,
To the conflicting elements expos'd,
Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee;
A fool of thee: Depart.
Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did.
Tim. I hate thee worse.
Atem. I flatter not; but fay, thou art a caitiff.
Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Doft please thyself in't?
Apem. If thou didst put this four-cold habit on
To caftigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Doft it enforcedly; thou'dft courtier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Willing mifery
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:
To such as may the paffive drugs of it
Freely command, thou would't have plun
In general riot; melted down thy youth
In different beds of luft; and never learn
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
The fugar'd game before thee. But my fe
Who had the world as my confectionary;
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and h
At duty, more than I could frame employ
That numberlefs upon me ftuck, as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter's bru
Fell from their boughs, and left me open,
For every ftorm that blows;-I, to bear t
That never knew but better, is fome burd
Thy nature did commence in fufferance, t
Hath made thee hard in't.
They never flatter'd thee:
If thou wilt curfe,-thy father, that poor
Must be thy fubject; who in (pite, put ft
To fome the beggar, and compounded the
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone
If thou hadst not been born the worst of n
Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.
Арст.
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