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Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd

líor. It is against my heart.
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

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Luc. Serv. Mark, how strange it sliows,
Luc. Serv. Put in pow, Titus.

Wh Timon in this should pay more, than he owes: Tit. My lord, here is my bill.

He's And c'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, Luc. Serv. Here's mine. And send for money for 'em. Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.

His Hor. Iam weary of this charge, the gods can witness : Both. Var. Seri'. And ours, my lord.

And I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, Phi. All our bills.

To 1 And now ingratitude makes it worse, than stealth. Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the 1 Var. Seri. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns : girdle.

Whi What's your's ?

Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord, Luc. Seri. Five thousand mine.

Tim. Cut my heart in sums. 1 Ver. Serv.. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem Tit. Mine, filty talents.

TO by the sum,

Tim. Tell out my blood. Your master's confidence was above mine;

Luc, Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord. Else, surely, his had equallid.

Tim. Five thousand drops pays that -

Wh
Enter FLANINIUS.
What yours ? --- and yours?

And Tit. One of lord Timon's men. 1 Var. Serv. My lord,

And Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word ! 'Pray, is my 2 Var. Serv. My lord, lord ready to come forth?

Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! Sac Flam. No, indeed, he is not.

[Exit. Abi Tit. We attend his lordship ; 'pray, signify so much. Hor. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are caps at their money; these debts may well be called 40 too diligent.

(Exit Flaminius. desperate ones; for a madman owes 'em. (Exeunt. Lo Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled,

Re-enter Timon and Flavius.

li Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the As He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him!

slaves : Tit. Do you hear, sir? Creditors ! --devils !

T 1 Var. Serr'. By your leave, sir, Flav. My dear lord,

B Flax. What do you ask of me, my friend ? Tim. What if it should be so?

T Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir. Flav. My lord,

B Flav, Ay, Tim. I'll have it so!--My steward!

W If money were as certain, as your waiting,

Flav, Here, my lord. "Twere snre enough. Why then preferr'd you not Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all

my

friends again,
Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat Lucius, Lucullus and Sempronius; all:
Ofmy lord's meat? Then tliey could smile, and fawn I'll once more feast the rascals.
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest

Flav. O my lord,
Into their gluttouous maws. You do yourselves but You only speak from your distracted soul;
wrong,

There is not so much left, to furnish out To stir me up; let me pass quietly:

A moderate table. Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;

Tim. Be't not in thy care; go; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. Flay. If 'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you ; for you serve knaves. (Exit. SCENE V. - The same. The Senate-house. 1 Far. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd wor The Senate sitting, Enter Alcibiades, attended. ship mutter?

1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to’t; the fault's 2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: revenge enough. Who can speak broader, than he Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy: that has no house to put his head in? such may rail 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall braise him. against great buildings.

Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! Enter ServiLIUS.

1 Sen. Now, captain? Tit. O, here's Servilius: now we shall know Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; Some answer.

For pity is the virtue of the law,
Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly:
To repair some other hour, I should nuch It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Derive from it: for, take it on my soul,

Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
My lord leads woud'rously to discontent.

Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth His comfortable temper has forsook him;

To those that, without heed, do plunge into it. He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. He is a man, setting his fate aside, Luc. Serv, Mavy do keep their chambers, are not of comely virtues : sick:

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ; And, if it be so far beyond his health,

(An honour in him, which buys out his faalt,) Metlinks, he should the sooner pay his debts, But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit, Aud make a clear way to the gods.

Secing his reputation touch'd to death,
Serv. Good gods!

He did oppose his foe:
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir. And with such sober and unnoted passion
Flam. (Within. ] Servilius, help!- my lord, my He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
lord!

As if he had bat prov'd an argument.
Enter Timox, in a rage; FLAmirits following. 1 Sen. You undergo too strict a parados,
Tim. What are my doors oppos’d against my passage? Striving to make an agly deed look fair :
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?

To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Upon the head of valonr; which, indeed,

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Is valour misbegot, and came into the world l'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
When sects and factions were newly born : We banish thee for ever.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer

Alcib. Banish me?
The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs Banish your dotage; banish usury,
His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly; That makes the senate ugly.
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

1 Sen. If, after two days' shive, Athens contain To bring it into danger.

thee, If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell What folly 'tis, hazard life for ill?

our spirit,
Alcib. My lord,

He shall be executed presently. [Exeunt Senators.
1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that you
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, Only in bone, that none may look on you!
If I speak like a captain.-

I am worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, While they have told their money, and let out
And not endure all threatenings? sleep upon it, Their coin npon large interest; I myself
And let the foes quietly cut their throats

Rich only in large hurts. — All those, for this?
Without repugnancy? but if there be

Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Such valour in the bearing, what make we Pours into captains wounds ? ha! banishment?
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant, It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish’d;
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;

It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
And th’ass, more captain, than the lion; the felon, That I may strike at Atheus. I'll cheer up
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,

My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,

'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds;
As you are great, be pitifully good:

Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ?

[ Exit. To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust; But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.

SCENE VI.

A magnificent room in Tox's house.
To be in anger, is impiety;

Music. Tables set out: Servants attending:
But who is man, that is not angry?

Enter divers Lords, at several doors.
Weigh but the crime with this.

1 Lord. The good time of day to yon, sir!
2 Sen. You breathe in vain.
Alcib. In vain? his service done

2 Lord. I also wislı it to you! I think, this honourAt Lacedaemon, and Byzantium,

able lord did but try us this other day. Were a sufficient briber for his life.

1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when 1 Sen. What's that?

we encountered. I hope, it is not so low with him,

as he made it seem in the trial of his several Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, h'as done fair service,

Eriends.
And slain in fight many of your enemies :
How full of valour did he bear himself

2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his

new feasting. In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds ?

1 Lord. I shonld think so. He hath sent me an earu2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Is a sworn rioter: h'as a sin, that often

est inviting, which many my near occasions did Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:

urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beIf there were no foes, that were enough alone

yond them, and I must needs appear. To overcome him: in that beastly fury

2 Lord. Iu like manner was I in debt to my imporHe has been known to commit outrages,

tunate business, but he wonld not hear my excuse. And cherish factions. "Tis infipid to us,

I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my His days are foul, and his driuk dangerous.

provision was out. 1 Sen. He dies.

1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand

how all things go.
Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,

2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have

borrowed of you?
(Though his right arm might purchase his own time,

1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you,
Take

2 Lord. A thousand pieces !
my
deserts to his, and join them both:

1 Lord. What of you?
And, for I know, your reverend ages love

2 Lord. He sent to me, sir, - here he comes.
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour to yon, upon his good returns.

Enter Timon and Attendants.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,

Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both:

and Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;

how fare you? For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, lordship. On height of our displeasure. Friend, or brother, 2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. willing, than we your lordship. Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leares wister; I do beseech you, know me.

such summer-birds are men. - Gentlemen, our dio2 Sen. How?

ner will not recompense this long stay: feast your Alcib. Call me to your remembrances.

ears with the music awhile; if they will fare so 3 Sen. What?

harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't preAlcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; sently. It could not else be, I should prove so base,

I Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your To sue, and be denied such common grace : lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger. My wounds ache at you.

Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you. 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger?

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Tla Ton. Ah, my good friend! what cheer? Burn house; sink Athens ! henceforth hated be

Let (The banquet brought in. Of Timon, man, and all humanity! (Exit, 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.

IS of slame, that, when your lordship this other day 1 Lord. How now, my lords ?

Son sent to me, I was so wfortunate a beggar.

2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's Timb. Think not on't, sir.

One

fury? 2 Lord. If you had sent bat two hours before, - | 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap?

And Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.

25 -- Come, bring in all together!

From

§ Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nooght bat ha2 Lord. All covered dishes!

So h mour swars hin. He gave me a jewel the other 1 Lurd. Royal cheer, I warrant you.

Sink day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. -- Did 3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season you see my jewel?

Like

A de can yield it.

4 Lurd. Did you see my cap ? I Lord. Ilow do you? What's the news?

2 Lord. Here'tis. s Lord. Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? 4 Lord, Here lies my gown. 1 e! 2 Lord. Alcibiades bauished!

1 Lord. Let's make no stay. S Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it.

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2 lord, Lord Timon's mad. 1 Lord How? how?

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3 Lord. I feel't upon my bones. 2 lord. I pray you, np. what? Tim. My worthy friends, will yon draw pear ?

4 Lord. One day he gires us diamonds, nest day

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. 3 Lord, I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.

Hea 2 !ard. This is the old man still.

Аст IT. Is Lord. Will't hold? will't hold?

SCENE I.-II'ithout the walls of Athens. 2 Lord. It does: but time will - and so

Th

Enter 'Tivos. S Lord. I do conceire.

Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, Tim. Each man to luis stool, with that spur as he That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, rould to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be And fence not Atheus! Vatrons, turo incontinest; in all places alike. Vake not a city feast of it, to Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools,

7 let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first Plack the grave wrinkled senate from the beach, place, si, sit! The gods require our thanks! And minister in their steads! to general filths

TI Pomgreat benefacters, sininkle our society with Convert oʻthe instant green virgivity! shanijuiness. For gumisigiiis, make yourselves Do’t in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;

0 prasa: but reserre still 10 gire, lest your deities father than render back, out with your knives, be desjuese. Lard to each men enju gh, that one

dud cut your trusters' throats ! bound serrauts, need ne: led to aroser: fu, were your gedheads

steal? sa brodomes, Tea yuriate the gods. Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, Jade ile reus is becoti mure it as the man that And piil by law! maid, to thy master's bed;

TI gives it. Lei no 19! ( 18 19 be without a

Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteeu, seerd op 12.11. V skele kui seeire sumen at the Plachd the liu'd cratch from the old limping sise,

fo table, les a dce3 * 16ers be as hy are. - The

With it beat out his brains! pietv, and fear, Test 1225, Oral-zke ssztors of Athens, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, trutà, tegese wih sie C: "TLON 'az si gecpie, - what is instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, CSS re se sto posto muzie saute-bie for destru Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, chi. tee 27 present iddia -as they are to me a. 1 15.01.18 12 thema, and to

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And yet contusion lo!-- Plazues, incident to mee,

Yoar potent and infectious ferers heap Cacoser, C., and we

On Atheas, rive for stroke! thou cold sciatica, (Tiedubes nace cred ge f1!! of warm water. Cripple our senators, that their limbs may hal S.222e. dres bis iurdship mean? As lumeis, as their manners! lust and liberty Se sier. I*36* :. Tir. Mas you a betior feast peter behold,

Creep in the minds and marrows of our yoută; Yoa isos of south-friends! smoke, and lukewarm and drown themselves in riot! itches, blaius,

· That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,

Sow all the Athesiabosoms; and their crop Is TCEs perfection. This is Timon's last;

Be general leprosy! breath infect breath; Who stackard spangled pop with flatteries, That their society, as their friendship, may, Habas it up, and sprindes in your faces

Be merely poisoo ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, T.:Towing water in their faces. But u.keuriess, thou détestable towo! Seer reeling vilainy. Lire loath'd, and loug, Take thou that too, with multiplying banas! Vestzaz smooth, detested parasites, Courteoas destrorers, aðable wolves, meek bears, The unkindest beast more Kinder, thau mankird.

Timon will to the woods; where he shall Lod You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods zu Cap and knee slares, ranours, and minute-jacks! The Athenians both within and out that wall! of man, and beast, the ivhnite malady

And grant, as Timon grows, his hate war gro Crust you quite o'er! - What, dost thoa go? Sort, take thy physic first,

and Amen! thou:

1 [Throws the dishes as them, and drives setNEN. - Athens. A room in Tixos's bcus. shen ons.

Enter Flavirs, with two or three Servarit. Star, I will lead thee money, borrow none. What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,

1 Sern. Plear you, master steward, where's is:

master? Whereat at villain's not a welcome gnest.

Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaiding?

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thou too,

Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
I am as poor as you.

There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
1 Serv. Such a house broke!

But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr’d
So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm, His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
And go along with him !

Destruction fang maukind! - Earth, yield me roots! 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs

[Digging
From our companion, thrown into his grave; Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
So his familiars to his buried fortunes

With thy most operant poison! What is here?
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods,
Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear henvens!
A dedicated beggar to the air,

Thus much of this, will make black, white; toul, fair;
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,

Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows. valiant.
Enter otiier Servants.

Ia, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
Ilav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

Why this
Serv. Let do our hearts wear Timon's livery, Wiil lug your priests and servants from your sides;
That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
Serving alike in sorrow. Leak'd is our bark; This yellow slave
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves,
Into this sea of air.

And give them title, knee, and approbation,
Flav. Good fellows all, .

With senators on the bench: this is it,
The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores
Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
We have seen better days. Let each take some; Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds

[Giving them money. Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Do thy right nature. — [March afur of :) - Ha! a
Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.

drum? - Thour't quick,

[Exeunt Servants. But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thief,
O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand:
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Nay, stay thou out for earnest. (Keeping some gold.
Since riches point to misery and contempt? Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike
Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live

manner: Purysia and TIMANDRA.
But in a dream of friendship?

Alcib. What art thou there?
To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Speak!
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? Tin. A beast, as thon art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; For showing me again the eyes of man!
Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! That art thyself a man?
Who then dares to be half so kind again?

Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accurs’d, That I might love thee something.
Rich, only to be wretched ;- thy great fortunes Alcib. I know thee well;
Are made thy chief aflictions. Alas, kind lord ! But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.
He's llung in rage from this ungrateful seat

Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know
Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to

thee,
Supply his life, or that which can command it. I not desire to know. Follow thy drum ;
J'll follow, and inquire him ont;

With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
I'll serve his mind with my best will;

Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ;
Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Exit. Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine

Hath in her more destruction, than thy sword,
SCENE III.- The woods.

For all her cherubin look.
Enter Toox.

Phry. Thy lips rot off!
Tim. O blessed breeding son, draw from the earth Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb

To thine own lips again.
Infect the air! Twino'd brothers of one womb, Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change?
Whose procreation, residence, and birth,

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several fortunes; But then renew I could not, like the moon;
The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,

There were no suns to borrow of.
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, Alcib. Noble Timon,
But by contempt of nature.

What friendship may I do thee?
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; Tim. None, but to
The senator shall bear coutempt hereditary,

Maintain my opinion.
The beggar native honour.

Alcib. What is it, Timon ?
It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,

Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: if
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for
In purity of manhood stand upright,

Thou arta man ! if thou dost perform, confound thee,
And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be, For thou’rt a man!
So are they all; for every grize of fortune

Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

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Ton. Thou nav'st them, when I had prosperity. Into strogz shad lers, and to heaven't see
Ali's. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Ticimmortal zods that hear you, – sparer sur catas,
Tum. As thive is now, heid with a brace of harlot". I'll trast to your conditions: be bores sel;
Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the And he whose pious breath seeks to ceci est sce,
orid

Be stroag in whore, alinre him, bara hin up;
Pric'd 30 regardfully?

Let your close fire predominate his scoke, Tim, Art inga Timandra?

'And be no tarncoats: yet may yourçains, si maths, Timan. Yes.

Le quite contrary: and thaich your poor thing of Tim. Per a whore still! they love thee not, that with burdens of the dead ; – some that were hac;'d, use thee;

No matter :-- wear them, betray with them: wste
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their last.
Make age of thy sal hoars: season the slaves Paint, till a horse may mire upon your face:
Pertubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth A pox of wrinkles !
To the tub-fast, and the diet.

Phr, et Timan. Well, more gold; – what then ?-
Timan, llang thee, monster!

Believe't, ihat we'll do any thing for gold.
Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Tim. Consumptions sow
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. -

la hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's roice, The want whereof doth daily make revolt

That he may never more false title plead,
In my perinne band: I have heard, and grier'd, Vor sound his quillets shrilly; hoar the flamen,
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, That scolds against the quality of flesh,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, And not believes himself: down with the nose,
Bnt for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, – Down with it fat; take the bridge quite away

Tm. I pryther, beat thy drum, and get thee gone! of him, that his particular to foresee,
A1c16. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Smells from the general weal: make carl’d-pate rof-
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost fians bale;
trouble?

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
I had rather be alone.

Derive some pain from you : plague all; Alcib. Why, fare thee well!

That your activity may defeat and quell Here's some gold for thee.

The source of all erection. -- There's more gold :Tim. keep't, I cannot eat it,

Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
Alcib. When Shave laid proud Athens on a heap, And ditches grave you all!
Tun. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ?

Phr, et Timun. More counsel with more money, Alrib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.

bounteous Timon! Tim.The gods confound them alli'thy conquest; and Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I hare Thee after, when thou hast conqner'd!

given you earnest. Alcib. Why me, Timon?

Alc:b. Strike up the drum towards Athens. FareTim. That,

well, Timon
Ny killing villains, thou wast born to conquer If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again!
My country.

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more !
Pit op thy gold, Go on,- here's gold, — go on! Alcib. I never did thee harm.
Be as a planetary plagie, when Jove

Tim. Yes, thou spok’st well of me.
Will o'er some high-vic'd city liang his poison Alcib. Call'st thou that harm?
In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one:

Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away,
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ; And take thy beagles with thee !
He's an isurer: strike me the counterfeit matron; Alcib. We but ollend him.
It is her habit only that is honest,

Strike!
Hersell's a bawd : Ict not the virgin's cheek

(Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiales, PhryMake kont thy trenchant sword; for those milkpaps,

nia, and Timandra, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Tim. That nature, being sick of man’s unkindness, Are not within the leaf of pity writ,

Should yet be hungry!

Common mother, thon, Set them down horrible traitors : spare not the babe,

Digging Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Think it a bastard, whom the oracle

Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Whercof thy proud child, arrogant man, is pul'd, And mince it sans remorse : swcar against objects; Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Pat armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, With all the abhorred births below crisp ficaven, Nor sight of priests in holy vestinents bleeding, Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth skine; Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, Mahe large confusion ; and, thy fury spent, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! giv'st me,

Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Not all thy counsel.

Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Tem. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Math to the marbled mansion all above

Never presented !- 0, a root, - dear thanks! Phriec Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; hast thou more?

Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts

, Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And morsels unctuons, greases his pure mind, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you slats, That from it all cousideration slips. Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,

Enter APEMANTES. Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, More man? Plague! plague!

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