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Who seeks for better of thee, fawce his palate
With thy most operant poison! - What is here?
Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, Gods!
I am no idle votarilt. ; Roots, clear' heav'ns!
Thus much of this will make black, white; foul, fair ;
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
You Gods! why this?"why this ? you Gods! - why,
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides: [this
Pluck 9 'lickmens pillows from beiow their heads.
This yellow Nave
Will knit and break religions ; bless th' accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprofie ador’d; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation
With senators on the bench: 1'this, this is it,'
That makes the 'waped widow wed again;
3 'Her,' whom the spittle-house and ulcerous fores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To th' April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'ít odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature—[ March afar off.] Ha ! a drum ?

thou'rt quick,
But yet I'll bury thee thou'lt go (strong thief)
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
Nay, stay thou out for earneft. [Keeping some gold.

S CE N E IV. Enter Alcibiades with drum and fife in warlike manner,

and Phrynia and Timandra. Alc. What art thou there? speak.

Tim. A beast, as thou art. Cankers gnaw thy hearç For shewing me again the eyes of man!

Ac. What is thy name? is man so hateful to thee,
That art thy self a man?
Tim. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.

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For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.

Alc. I know thee well :
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

Tim. I know thee too, and more than as I know thee
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum,
+ 'And with man's blood paint all the ground gules, gules;
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel,
Then what should war be? this fell whore of thine
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.

Phry. Thy lips rot off!

Tim. I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns To thine own lips again.

Alc. 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 suns to borrow of.

Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
Tim. None, but to maintain my opinion.
Alc. 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 dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!

Alc. I've heard in some fort of thy miseries.
Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity.
Alc. I see them now, then was a blefed time.
Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

Timan. Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd so regardfully?

Tim. Art thou Timandra?
Timan. Yes.

Tim. Be a whore ftill: they love thee not that use thee :
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lult :
Make use of thy falt hours, season the slaves
For cubs and baths, bring down the role-cheek'd youth

5'To 4 With man's blood paint the

S'To th' tub-fast, and the diet.

Timan. Hang thee, monster!

Alc. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
The want whereof did daily make revolt
In my penurious band. I have heard and griev'd,
How curfed ?' Albens is mindless of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states
But for thy sword and fortune 8 'had trod on them.

Tim. I pr’ythee beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
Alc. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost trouble? l'ad rather be alone.

Alc. Why, fare thee well,
Here's gold for thee.

Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it.
Alc. When I have laid proud Albens on a heap
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Albens ?
Alc. Ay, Timon, and have cause.

Tim. The Gods confound them all then in thy conquest, And after, Thee, when thou hast conquered!

Alc. 9 'But why me,' Timon ?

Tim. That by i 'killing villains!
Thou waft born to ? 'make conquest of my country,
Put up thy gold. Go on, here's gold, go on ;
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison
In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one;
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
He is an usurer. Strike me the matron,
It is her habit only that is honest,
Her felf's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek
Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps
That through the 3 / window-lawn' bore at mens eyes,

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Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe
Whose dimpled smiles from fools + 'extort' their

mercy;
Think it a bastard, s'who,'the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd, thy throat shall cut,
And mince it fans remorse. Swear "gainst all'objects,
Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ;
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,
Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers.
Make large confusion; and thy fury spent,
Confounded be thy felf! Speak not, be gone.

Alc. Hast thou gold yet?
I'll take the gold thou giv'st me, not thy counsel. [thee !

Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heav'n's curse upon
Both. Give us some gold, good Timon : haft thou more?

Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make 1 whores abundant.' Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant; you're not oathable,
Although I know you'll swear, terribly swear
Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
Th' immortal Gods that hear you. Spare your oaths :
l’li trust to your conditions, be whores still.
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up :
Let your close fire predominate his smoak,
And be no turn-coats : yet may your pains : l'exterior
Be quite contrary; make false hair, and thatch
Your poor thin roofs with burthens of the dead,
Some that were hang'd, no matter :
Wear them, betray with them ; and whore on still.
Paint 'till a horse may mire upon your face ;
A pox of wrinkles !

Bob. Well, more gold what then?
Believe that we'll do any thing for gold.

Tim. Consumptions low
In hollow bones of man, strike their sharp shins,

And 4 exhauft 5 whom 6 against 7 whole a bawd or whore a bawd 8 fix months

And mar mens ' 'parring.' Crack che lawyer's voice,
That he may never more false title plead,
Nor found his quillets shrilly. Hoar the Flamen,
That scolds against the quality of Aesh,
And not believes himself. Down with the nose,
Down with it Aat, take the bridge quite away
Of him, that his particular to foresee
Smells from the gen’ral weal. Make curl'd-pate? 'ruffians
Quite bald,' and let the unfcarr'd braggarts of
The war derive some pain from you. Plague all ;
That your activity may defeat and quell
The source of all erection. There's more gold. .
Do you damn ochers, and let this damn you,
And ditches grave you all!

Boib. More counsel with more mony, bounteous Timon.
Tim. More whore, more mischief first ; I've given you

earnest. Alc. Strike up the drum tow'rds Athens ; farewel, Timon : If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Alc. I never did thee harm.
Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
Alc. Call'st thou that harm ?

Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence away,
And take thy beagles with thee.
Alc. We but offend him : strike.

[Exeunt Alcib. Phrynia and Timandra. S C

C Ε Ν Ε. V. Tim. That Nature being sick of man's unkindness Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast Teems, and feeds all : oh thou! whose self-fame mettle Whereof thy proud child arrogant man is puft, Engenders the black toad and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm ; With all th' abhorred births below crisp heav'n Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth shine ;

Yield 9 fçurring. 1 ruffianis bald,

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