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Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. || SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Timon's house.

Enter Flavius, with two or three Servants. 1 Lord. How now, my lords? 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's

1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our fury?

master? 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap?

Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining ? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown,

Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but you? humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other | Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, day, and now he has beat it out of my hat :-Did I am as poor as you.

I Serv.

Such a house broke! you see my jewel? 4 Lord. Did you see my cap?

So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not 2 Lord. Here 'tis.

One friend, to take his fortune by the arm, 4 Lord. Here lies my gown.

And go along with him! 1 Lord. Let's make no stay.

2 Serv.

As we do turn our backs 2 Lord, Lord Timon's mad.

From our companion, thrown into his grave; 3 Lord.

I feel't upon my bones. || So his familiars to his buried fortunes 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next | Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, day stones.

(Exeunt. Like empty purses pick'd: and his

A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows,

Enter other Servants.

Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house, SCENE I.-Without the walls of Athens. En

3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, ter Timon.

That see I by our faces; we are fellows still,

Serving alike in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark; T'im. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall

, | And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,

Hearing the surges threat: we must all part
And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent; | Into this sea of air.
Obedience fail in children ! slaves, and fools,


Good fellows all, Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,

The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. And minister in their steads ! to general filths!

Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Convert o'the instant, green virginity!

Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, Do't in your parents' eyes ! bankrupts, hold fast;

As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, Rather than render back, out with your knives,

We have seen better days. Let each take some; And cut your trusters' throats ! bound servants,

(Giving them money. steal!

Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : Large handed robbers your grave masters are, Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed;

[Exeunt Servants. Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteen, O, the fierce5 wretchedness that glory brings us ! Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire, Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,

Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, But in a dream of friendship?
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,

But only painted, like his varnish'd friends? Decline to your confounding contraries,2

Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to men, || Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, Your potent and infectious fevers heap

When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,

Who then dares to be half so kind again? Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt

For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty3

My dearest lord,-bless'd, to be most accurs'd, Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth; Rich, only to be wretched ;-thy great fortunes That gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, | Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains, Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop

He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat

Of monstrous friends: nor has he with him to Be general leprosy! breath infect breath ; That their society, as their friendship, may

Supply his life, or that which can command it.

I'll follow, and inquire him out:
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,

I'll serve his mind with my best will;
But nakedness, thou détestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns !4

Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. (Exit.
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.

SCENE III.-The woods. Enter Timon. The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all,) Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth The Athenians both within and out that wall! Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb7 And grant, as Timon grows, his hate grow

Infect the air ! 'Twinn'd brothers of one womb, To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Anien.

[Exit. Scarce is dividant,--touch them with several for(1) Common sewerg.

(2) i. e Contrarieties, whose. nature it is to waste (5) Hasty, precipitate. or destroy each other.

(6) Propensity, disposition. (3) For libertinism. (4) Accumulated curses. (7) i. e. The moon's, this sublunary world,


The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature, Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, || Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
But byl contempt of nature.

Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; For all her cherubin look.
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,


Thy lips rot off! The beggar native honour.

Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, To thine own lips again. The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? dares,

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to In purity of manhood stand upright,

give :
And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be, But then renew I could not, like the moon;
So are they all; for every grize of fortune There were no suns to borrow of.
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate Alcib.

Noble Timon,
Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique ; What friendship may I do thee?
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,


None, but to But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd Maintain my opinion. All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !


What is it, Timon ? His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains: Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: If Destruction fang2 mankind!--Earth, yield me roots! Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for

(Digging. Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate

thee, With thy most operant poison! What is here? For thou’rt a man! Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries, I am no idle votarist.3 Roots, you clear heavens! Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity: Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, fair; Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young ; coward,

time. valiant.

Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the Why this

world Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; || Voic'd so regardfully? Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: Tim.

Art thou Timandra ? This yellow slave


Yes. Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs’d; Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,

use thee; And give them title, knee, and approbation, Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. With senators on the bench : this is it,

Make use of thy salt hours : season the slaves That makes the wappen’d4 widow wed again ; For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores To the tub-fast, and the diet.6 Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices Timan.

Hang thee, monster! To the April day again.5. Come, damned earth, Alcib. Pardon him, styeet Timandra ; for his wits Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Are drown'd and lost in bis calamities. --Among the rout of nations, I will make thee I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Do thy right nature.—(March afar off:]-Ha! aThe want whereof doth daily make revolt drum ?-Thou’rt quick,

In my penurious band : I have heard, and griev'd, But yet I'll bury thee : Thou'lt go, strong thief, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand : Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, Nay, stay thou out for earnest.

But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,[Keeping some gold. T'im. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee

gone. Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike

Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear manner; Phrynia and Timandra.

Timon. Aicib.

What art thou there? Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost Speak.

trouble? Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker graw I had rather be alone. thy heart,


Why, fare thee well : For showing me again the eyes of man! Here's some gold for thee. Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to Tim.

Keep't, I cannot eat it. thee,

Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a That art thyself a man?

heap, Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,


Ay, Timon, and have cause. That I might love thee something.

Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest ; Alcib. I know thee well ;

and But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Thee after, when thou hast conquerd! Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I Alcib.

Why me, Timon know thee,

Tim. That,
À not desire to know. Follow thy drum; By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules : My country.

Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, -go on; (1) But by is here used for without. (2) Seize, gripe.

(5) i. e. Gold restores her to all the sweetness (3) No insincere or inconstant supplicant. Gold and freshness of youth. will not serve me instead of roots.

(6) Alluding to the cure of the lues venerea, thon (1) Sorrowful.

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upon thee!

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove

The source of all erection. There's more gold :Will o'er some high-vic'd city bang his poison Do you damn others, and let this damn you, In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one: And ditches grave you all ! Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,

Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money, He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron;

bounteous Timon. It is her habit only that is honest,

Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek

given you earnest. Make soft thy trenchantı sword; for those milk- Alcib: Strike


the drum towards Athens. Fare. paps,

well, Timon : That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, if I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. Are not within the leaf of pity writ,

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more, Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe, Alcib. I never did thee harm. Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Tim. Yes, thou spok’st well of me. mercy;


Call'st thou that harm? Think it a bastard 2 whom the oracle

Tim. Men daily find it such.

Get thee away, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, And take thy beagles with thee. And mince it sans remorse:3 Swear against ob- Alcib.

We but offend him.jects;4

Strike. Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes;

[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,

and Timandra. Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindShall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers :

ness, Make large confusion ; and, thy fury spent, Should yet be hungry!--Common mother, thou, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

[Digging. Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, thou giv'st me,

Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Not all thy counsel.

Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff?d, Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,

The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm,9 Phr. 8 Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon : With all the abhorred births below crisplo heaven Hast thou more?

Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doih shine; Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her| Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, trade,

From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root ! And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable,- Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Ga great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your Hath to the marbled mansion all above oaths,

Never presented !—0, a root,-Dear thanks! I'll trust to your conditions :5 Be whores still; Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up; And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, Let your close fire predominate his smoke, That from it all consideration slips ! And be no turn-coats: Yet may your pains, six

Enter Apemantus. months, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs More man? Plague! plague ! With burdens of the dead;-some that were hang'd, Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, No matter :--wear them, betray with them: whore Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. still;

Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: Whom I would imitate : Consumption catch thee! A pox of wrinkles !

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; Phr.& Timan. Well, more gold;-What then?-|| A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold. From change of fortune. Why this spade? this Tim. Consumptions sow

place? In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; That he may never more false title plead, Hug their diseas’d perfumes, 11 and have forgot Nor sound his quillets6 shrilly : hoar the flamen, That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, That scolds against the quality of flesh,

By putting on the cunning of a carper. 12 And not believes himself: down with the nose, Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive Down with it fat; take the bridge quite away By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, Of him, that his particular to foresee,

And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Smells from the general weal: make curl?d-pate Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, ruffians bald ;

And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus ; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel Derive some pain from you : Plague all;

come, That your activity may defeat and quell To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just,

That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, (1) Cutting (2) An allusion to the tale of Edipus.

(8) Boundless surface. (3) Without pity.

(9) The serpent called the blind-worm. (4) i. e. Against objects of charity and compas- (10) Bent. sion.

(11) i.e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. (5) Vocations, (6) Subtilties. (7) Entomb. (12) i. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault,


my mind!

Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,

Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. || Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like


Art thou proud yet! thyself;

Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st Apem.

I, that I was That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, No prodigal. Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd T'im. I, that I am one now; trees,

Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold | That the whole life of Athens were in this ! brook,

Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root. Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, Apem.


Here; I will mend thy feast. Tocure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures,

Offering him something. Whose naked natures live in all the spite

T'im. First mend my company, take away thyself

. Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack To the conflicting elements expos'd,

of thine. Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; 0! thou shalt find

If not, I would it were. Tim.

A fool of thee: Depart. Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, T'im. Į hate thee worse.

Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
Apem. .

Apem. Here is no use for gold.
Thou flatter'st misery.

The best, and truest :
Apem. I fatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?

Apem. Where li'st o'nights, Timon?
To vex thee. Tim.

Under that's above me.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Where feed'st thou o'days, A pemantus ?
Dost please thyself in't?

Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, Apem. Ay.

where I eat it. Tim.

What! a knave too? Tim. "Would poison were obedient, and knew Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Apem. Where would'st thou send it? Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery

Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewOutlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before :1 est, but the extremity of both ends: When thou The one is filling still, never complete ;

wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked The other, at high wish : Best state, contentless, thee for too much curiosity;5 in thy rags thou knowHath a distracted and most wretched being, est none, but art despised for the contrary. There's Worse than the worst, content.

a medlar for thee, eat it. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. T'im. On what I hate, I feed not.

Tim. Not by his breath,2 that is more miserable. Apem. Dost hate a medlar? Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm T'im. Ay, though it look like thee. With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath,3 pro- thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What ceeded

man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beThe sweet degrees that this brief world affords loved after his means ? To such as may the passive drugs of it

Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, Freely command, thou would'st have plunged thy- || didst thou ever know beloved ? self

Apem. Myself. In general riot; melted down thy youth

Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means In ditferent beds of lust; and never learn'd to keep a dog. The icy precepts of respect,4 but follow'd

Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearThe sugar'd game before thee. But myself, est compare to thy flatterers ? Who had the world as my confectionary ;

Tim. Woinen nearest; but men, men are the The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of things themselves. What would'st thou do with

the world, A pemantus, if it lay in thy power? At duty, more than I could frame employment; Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves

T'im. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the conDo on the oak, have with one winter's brush fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare Apem. Ay, Timon. For every storm that blows;-I, to bear this, T'im. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant That never knew but better, is some burden: thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou would eat thee : if thou wert the fox, the lion hate men ?

would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert They never flatter'd thee : What hast thou given?|| accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulIf thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, ness would torment thee : and still thou livedst but Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, To some she beggar, and compounded thee thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner : wert thou

the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, (1) i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes.

(4) The cold admonitions of cautious prudence. (2) By his voice, sentence. (3) From infancy. (5) For too much finical delicacy.



and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury :|| Apem.

Live, and love thy misery! wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the Tim. Long live so, and so die!—I am quit. horse; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized

(Exit A pemantus. by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert| More things like men?—Eat, Timon, and abhor german to the lion, and the spots of thy kin

them. dred were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were

Enter Thieves. remotion ;l and thy defence, absence. What beast could'st thou be, that were not subject to a beast? 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is and what a beast art thou already, that seest not some poor fragment, some slender ort of his rethy loss in transformation ?

mainder : The mere want of gold, and the fallingApem. If thou could'st please me with speaking from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here: The 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him;

if he beasts.

care not for't, he will supply us easily; If he covetT'im. How has the ass broke the wall, that thouously reserve it, how shall's get it? art out of the city ?

2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him, Apem. Yonder comes a poet and a painter: The'tis hid. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to 1 Thief. Is not this he? catch it, and give way: When I know not what Thieves. Where? else to do, I'll see thee again.

2 Thief. 'Tis his description. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou 3 Thief. He; I know him. shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, Thieves. Save thee, Timon. than Apemantus.

T'im. Now, thieves. Apem. Thou art the cap2 of all the fools alive. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Tim. 'Wonld thou wert clean enough to spit upon. Tim. Both too ; and women's sons. Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much

do want. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.

meat. Tim. If I name thee.

Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath I'll beat thee,- but I should infect my hands.

roots; Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! Within this mile break forth a hundred springs:

T'im. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;

The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush I swoon to see thee.

Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? Apem.

'Would thou would'st burst! i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, Tim.


water, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose As beasts, and birds, and fishes. A stone by thee (Throws a stone at him. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, Арет. . Beast!

and fishes; Tim. Slave!

You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Apem.


That you are thieves profess'd ; that you work not Tim.

Rogue, rogue, rogue! || In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft [A pemantus retreats backward, as going. In limited4 professions. Rascal thieves, I am sick of this false world; and will love nought Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, But even the mere necessities upon it.

Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; And so 'scape hanging : trust not the physician; Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat His antidotes are poison, and he stays Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; That death in me at others' lives may laugh. Do villany, do, since you profess to do't, O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery :

(Looking on the gold. The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction "Twist natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,|| The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That feeds and breeds by a compostures stolen That solder'st close impossibilities,

From general excrement : each thing's a thief; And mak'st them kiss! that speak’st with every The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power tongue,

Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves : away; To every purpose ! O thou touch of heart ! Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats ; Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, Set them into confounding odds, that beasts Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, May have the world in empire !

But thieves do lose it: Steal not less, for this Apem.

'Would 'twere so;

I give you, and gold confound you howsoever! But not till I am dead !—I'll say, thou hast gold : Amen.

(Timon retires to his cave. Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my Tim.

Throng'd to ? profession, by persuading me to it. Арет.

Ay. 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he Tim. Thy back, I prythee.

thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mys

tery. (1) Remoteness, the being placed at a distance from the lion.

(3) For touchstone. (4) For legal. (2) The top, the principal.

(5) Compost, manure.

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