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of Timon, man, and all humanity!

[Exit. Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. 1 Lord. How now, my lorils ? 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury? 3 LoAl. Pish! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gowri.

3 Lord, He's but a mad lord, and nought but hamonr sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has bent it out of my hat:-Did you see my jewel?

4 Lord. Did you see my cap?
2 Lord. Here 'tis.
4 Lord. Here lies my gown.
i Lord. Let's make no stay.
2 Lord, Lord Timon's mad.
3 Lord.

I feel't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.



SCENE 1.-Without the Walls of Athens.

Inter Timon.

LET me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent;
Obedience fail in children ! slaves, and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled sénate from the bench,
And minister in their steads ! to general filths
Convert o'the instant, green virginity!
Do't in your parents' eyes ! bankrupts, hold. fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trusters' tliroats ! Bound servants, steal !
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law ! maid, to thy master's bed ;
Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteen,
Pluck the lind crutch from the old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And yet confusion live !- Plagues, incident to nien,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth ;
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! breath infect breath ;
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thon that too, with multiplying banns!
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all,)

The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high, and low !

[Exit. SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Timon's House.

Enter Flavius with two or three Servants. i Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our mas


Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ?

Flav. Alach, my flows, what should I say to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.
1 Serv.

Such a house broke!
So noble a master fallen! all gone! and not
One friend, to take his fortunu by the arın,
And go along with hiin!
2 Sero.

As we do tmn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave;
So his familiars, to his buried fortunes
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.- More of our fellowe.

Enter other Servants.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruind house.

3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,
Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark ;
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
Into this sea of air.

Good fellows all,
The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you.
Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake,
Let's yet be fellows ; let's shake our heads, and say,
As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes,
We have seen better days. Let each take some;

(Giving them money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, puting poor.

[Excunt Serv. -0, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who'd be su mock'd with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship? To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, But only painted, like his varnishd friends ? Poor bonest lord, brought low by his own heart; L'ndone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Who then dares to be half so kind again? For bounty that makes gods, das still mar men. My dearest lord, -bless'd, to be most accurs'd, Rich, only to be wretched ;-thy great fortunes Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! He's flung in rage from this ungrateful scat Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to Supply his life, or that which can command it. I'll follow, and inquire him out : I'll serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. (Exit.

SCENE III.-The Woods. Enter Timon. Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several fortunes; The greater scorns the lesser: Not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord ; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, The beggar native honour, It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,

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The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who Alcid.

Noble Timon, dares,

What friendship may I do thee? In purity of manhood stand upright,


None, but to And say This man's a flatterer? if one be,

Maintain my opinion. So are they all; for every grize of fortune


What is it, Timon ? Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate

Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform pode: If Ducks to the golden fool: All is ok!ique;

Thuu will not promise, the gods plague thee, for There's nothing level in our cursed natures,

Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorrid

For thou'rt a man! All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !

Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains :

Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Destruction fang mankind !-Earth, yield me roots ! Alcih. I see them now; then was a blessed time.

[Digging. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate

Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whoin the world
With thy most operant poison ! What is here? Voic'd so regardfully?
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, Tim.

Art thou Timandra?
I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Timan. Yes.
Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, fair; Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use
Wrong, right; base, noble ; old, young ; coward, val-

Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods ? Why Make use of thy salt hours : season the slaves this

For tubs, and baths; bring down rose cherked youth
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; To the tub-fast, and the diet.
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads. Timan.

Hang thee, monster!
This yellow slave

Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra ; for his wits
Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs d ; Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.-
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,

I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
And give them title, knec, and approbation,

The want whereof doth daily make revolt
With senators on the bench: this is it,

In my penurious band : I have heard, and griev'de
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,-
To the April day again. Come, damned earth,

Tiin. I J'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gane
Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st odds Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee

Tim. How dost thou pity bim, whom thou dost
Do thy right nature.--[March afar off:]-Ha ! a drum? trouble?
-Thou'rt quick,

I had rather be alone,
But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thiel, Alcib.

Why, fare thee well : When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :

Here's some gold for thee.

Tim. Nay, stay thou out for earnest. [keeping some gold.

Keep't, I cannot cat it.

Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap, Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in marlike man

Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ? ner; Phrynia and Timandra.


Ay, Timon, and have cause. Alcib. What art thou there?

Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest. Speak.

and Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy || Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd ! heart,


Why me, Timon
Fow showing me again the eyes of man!

Tim. That,
Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thce, By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer
That art thyself a man?

My country.
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Put up thy gold; Go on, -here's gold-go on;
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
That I might love the something.

Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison

I know thee well In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one:
But in thy fortunes an unlearn'd and strange. Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know He's an usurer : Strike me the counterfeit matron,

It is her habit only that is honest,
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum ;

Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules : Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;

That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
Then what should war be? This fell wliore of thine Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the tube,
For all her cherubin look.

Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their merey;
Tby lips rot off!

Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns Ilath doubtfully pronoune'd thy throat shall ent,
To thine own lips again.

And mince: it sans remorse : Swear against objects;
Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Pat arinour on thine ears, and on thine eres ;

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give: Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
But then renew I could not, like the mo;

Nor sight of priesis in holy vestments bleeding,
There were no suns to borrow of.

Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers :

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Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,

Yield him, who all thy human sons doch bate, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root! , : Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou || Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, giv'st me,

Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Not all thy counsel.

Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears ; Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face upon thee!

Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Phry. á Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon : Never presented !-0, a root,- Dear thanks!
Hast thou more?

Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-toin leas ;
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, And morsels unetuous, greases his pure mind,
Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable That from it all consideration slips !-
Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear,

Enter Apemantus.
Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, More man ? plague! plague !
The immortal gods that hear you, -spare your oaths, Apem. I was directed hither. Men report,
I'll trust to your conditions: Be whores still ;

Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee! Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six months, A

poor unmanly melancholy, sprung Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs

From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? With burdens of the dead ;-some that were hang'd,

This slave-like labit ? and these looks of care? No matter :-wear them, betray with them : whore

Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; still;

Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot Paint till a horse inay mire upon your face :

That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, A pox of wrinkles ! Plary. 6 Timan. Well , more gold ;-What then:-|| By putting on the cunning of a carper.

Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, Tim. Consumptions sow

And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, lo hollow bones of man ; strike their sharp shins, Blow off thy cap: praise his most vicious strain, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,

And call it excellent : Thou wast told thus ; That he may never more false title plead,

Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welcome Nor sound his quillets slırilly: Hoar the flamen,

To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, l'hat scolds against the quality of flesh,

That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away

Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself, Of him, that his particular to foresce,

Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thySmells from the general weal : Make curlu pate ruf self ; fians bald ;

A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war

That the bleak air, thy boisterous chainberlain, Derive some pain from you : Plague all;

Will pnt thy shirt on warm? Will these mossd trees, That your activity may defeat and quell

That bave out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels. The source of all erection. There's more gold : And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brook, Do you dâmn others, and let this damn you,

Candied with ice, cauille thy morning taste, And ditches grave you all !

To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures Phry.Timan. More counsel with more money, Whose paked natures live in all the spite bounteous Timon.

Or wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have giv

To the conflicting elements expos'd, en you earnest.

Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Fara 0! thou shult findwell, Timon;


A fool of thec: Depart. If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.

Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.

Tim. I hate thee worse. Alcib. I never did thee barm.


Why? Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.


Thou flatter'st iniscry. Alcib. Call'st thou that harm.

Apem. I flatter not: but say, thou art a caititt. Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away,

Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ? And take thy beagles with thee.


To vex thee. Alcib.

We but offend him.

Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Strike. [Drum beats. Exe. Alcib. Phry, and Tima.

Dost please thyself in't? Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,


Ay. Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou,


What! a knave 100 [Digging.

Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on Whose womb uameasureable, and infinite breast, To castigate the pride, 'twere well: but thon Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, Whereof, thy proud child, arrogant man, is pufr'd, Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd b-fore: The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, The one is filling still, never complete; With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless, Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth skine ; Hath a distincteu and most wretched being,

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Worse than the worst, content

Apem. An thon hadst later medlers, sooner, thou
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. shouldst have loved thyself better pow. What man

Tim. Not by his breath, that is mn.e miserable. didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm his incans?
With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog.

Tim. Who, without those means thon talkest of,
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath proceeded didst thou ever know beloved?
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords

Apem. Myself.
To such as may the passive drugs of it

Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to
Freely command, thou wouldst have plung‘d thyself | keep a dog.
In general riot melted down thy youth

Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest
In different beds of lust; and never learvul

compare to thy fatterers ? The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd,

Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the things
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
Who had the world as my confectionary ;

Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the meni.
At duty, more than I could frame employment; Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the conlu
That numberless upon me stuck, as leares

sion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts! Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush

Apem. Ay, Timon.
Fell froin their boughs, and left me open, bare Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant the
For every storm that blows ;-), to bear this, to attain to If thou wert the lion, the fox would be
That never knew but better, is some burden:

guile thee: if thou wert the latnb, the fox woull ent Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate when, peradventure, thou wert accused by the ass: if men?

thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; They never flatter'd thee : What hast thou giv'n? and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: 11 If thou wilt eurse,--thy father, that poor rag, thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, Must be thy sybject; who, in spite, put stuff and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: To some she beggar, and compounded thee

wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would coiPoor rogue hereditary. Hence ! be gone !

found thee, and make thine own self the conquest of If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.

the horse; wert thou a horse, thou woulilst be seized by Apem. Art thou proud yet?

the leopard ; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to Tim.

Ay, that I am not thee the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurars on Apem. I that I was

thy life: all thy safety were remotion; and thy de No prodigal.

fence, absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were Tim. I, that I am one now;

not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou alWere all the wealth I have, shut up in thee,

ready, that seest not thy loss in transformation ? I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.

Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to That the whole life of Athens were in this !

me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: The com Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root. monwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Apem.

Here; I will mend thy feast. Tim. How bas the ass broke the wall, that thou art

[Offering him something. out of the city ? Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter. The Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. || plague of company light upon thee ! i will fear to

Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd ; catch it, and give way: When I know not wbat else to If not, I would it were.

do, I'll see thee again. Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens ?

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

than Aperantus. Apem. Here is no use for gold.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive Tim.

The best, and truest: Tim. 'Would thou wert elean enough to spit upot. For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curte. Apem. Where li'st o'nights, Timon?

Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Tim.

Under that's above me. Apem. There is no leprosy but wlint thou speaks. Where feetl'st thou o‘days, Apemantus?

Tim. If I name thee.Apem. Where my stonach finds meat; or, rather, I'll beat thee.—but I should infect my hands. where I eat it.

Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! Tim. 'Would poison were obclient, and knew mya Tim. Away Thou issue of a mangy dog! mind!

Choler does kill me, that thou art alive! Apem. Where woullst thou send it ?

I swoon to see thee. Tim. To sauce thy dishes.

Apem. 'Would thou wouldst burst! Apem. The middle of humanity thou never kuew'. Tim. est, but the extremity of both ends: When thou wast Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too

A stone by thee. much curiosity ; in thy rags thou knowest none, but Aper. Beast! art despised for the contrary. There's a mellar for


Slave! thee, eat it.


Tim. On what I bate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a inedlar?

[Apemantus retreats backward, as feinge Timo Ay, ihough it look like they

I am sick of this faise world; and will lore nought

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Rogue, rogue, rogue !

But even the mere necessities upon it.

Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: That death in me at others' lives may laugh.

The sea's a thief, whose liquíd surge resolves Othou sweet king-killer and dear divorce

The moon into salt tears: the carth's a thief,

(Looking on the gold. || 'That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen "Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler From general excrement: each thing's a thief; of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power, Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away ; Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut throats; That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, That solder'st close impossibilities,

Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, But thieves do lose it : Steal not less, for this To every purpose ! O thon touch of hearts !

I give you ; and gold confound you howsoever! Think, thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue


[Timon retires to his cade. Set them into confounding odds, that beasts

3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my proVay have the world in empire!

fession, by persuading me to it. Apeme

'Would 'twere so ; 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, tbat he thus But not till I ain dead !- I'll say, thou hast gold : advises us ; not to have us thrive in our mystery. Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over Tim.

Throng'd to?

my trade. Арет. .

Ay. 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : There is Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee.

no time so miserable, but a man may be true. Apem. Live, and love thy misery!

[Excunt Thieves. Tim. Long live so, and so die !-I am quit.

Enter Flavius. [Exit Apemantus.

Flav. O you gods!
More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor Is yon despis d and ruinous man my lord?"

Full of decay and failing ? O monument
Enter Thieves.

And wonder of good deeds evilly bestowa!

What an alteration of honour bas 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder : | Desperate want made ! The mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his

What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, friends, drove him into this melancholy.

Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure.

How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him'; if he

When man was wish'd to love his enemies: care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covet

Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo

Those that would mischief me, than those that do! ously reserve it, how shall's get it?

He has caught me in his eye: I will present 2 Thicf. True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis

My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, hid. 1 Thief. Is not this he?

Still serve him with my life.-My dearest master! Thieves. Where?

Timon comes fortvaril from his cave. 2 Thief. 'Tis his description.

Tim. Away! what art thou? 3 Thief. He; I know him.


Have you forgot me, sir? Thieves. Save thee, Timon.

Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Tim. Now, thieves?

Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt man, I have forgot thee. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.

Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. Tim. Both too ; and women's sons.


Then Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much do I know thee not : I ne'er had honest man want.

About me, I ; all that I kept were knaves,
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat. | To serve in meat to villains.
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots ; Flar.

The gods are witess,
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips ;

For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush

Tim. What, dost thou weep?-Come nearer ;-then Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?

I love thee, i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

Flinty mankind ; whose eyes do never give, Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping : fishes;

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con,

weeping! That you are thieves professid ; that you work not Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth lasts, lo limited professions. Rascal thieves,

To entertain me as your steward still. Here's gold : Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, So comfortable? It almost turns And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold His antidotes are poison, and he slays

Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of woman.More than you rob: take wealth and lives together ; Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, Do villany, do, since you profess to do't,

Perpetual-sober gols! I do proclaim

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