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The one is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish : Best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whoin Fortune's tender arnı
With favour never clasp’d; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou would'st have plung’d thyself
In general riot ; melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary;
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could franie employment;
That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows;-I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden :
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate men ?
They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given ?
If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject; who in spite, put stuff
To some she beggar, and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone!
If thou hadít not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadít been a knave, and flatterer.

Art thou proud yet ?

Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.
Apem. .

I, that I was
No prodigal.

Tim. I, 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 feaft.

[Offering him fometbing. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.

Tim. 'Tis not well mended fo, it is but botch'd ; If not, I would it were.

Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens.

Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

Apem. Here is no use for gold.

The best and trueft:
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apem. Where ly'st o’nights, Timon ?

Under that's above me. 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!

Apem. Where would'st thou send it ?
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 mock'd thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, cat it.

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

Apem. An thou hadft hated medlars sooner, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means ?

Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved ?

Åpem. Myself.

Tim. I understand thee; thou hadît some means to keep a dog.

Appm. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy Aatterers ?

Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the things themselves. What would't thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Apen. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the confusion

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 accus'd by the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still thou livedit but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldit 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 would'st be kill'd by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou would it be seiz’d by the leopard; wert thou


a leopard,

of men,

a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life; all thy fafety were remotion; and thy defence, absence. What beast could it thou be, that were not fubject to a beaft? and what a beast art thou already, that seeft not thy lofs in transformation ?

Apem. If thou could'st please me with speaking to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here : The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city ?

Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter : The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way: When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure.
Apem. There is no leprosy, but what thou speak'st.

Tim. If I name thee.
I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off!

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive ;
I swoon to see thee.

'Would thou would it burst!
Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry, I shall lose
A stone by thee.

(Throws a stone at bim. Apem. Beast!


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Rogue, rogue, rogue !
[APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going.
I am sick of this false world; and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave ;
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily : make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

Looking on the gold.
'Twixt natural son and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purelt bed! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
That folder'st close impossibilities,
And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts !
Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire !
Apem. .

'Would 'twere so ;-
But not till I am dead !--I'll say thou hast gold :
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

Throng'd to ?

Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.
Apem. .

Live, and love thy misery!
Tim. Long live so, and so die !-I am quit.--

[Exit APEMANTUS. More things like men ?--Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

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