Whofe proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nof babes, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy foldiers. Make large confufion; and thy fury spent, Alc. Haft thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou giv'ft me, not thy counfel. Tim. Doft thou, or doft thou not, heav'n's curfe upon thee! Both. Give us fome gold, good Timon: haft thou more I Tim. Enough to make a whore forfwear her trade, And to make whores abundant. Hold up, you fluts, Your aprons mountant ; your not oathable, Although I know you'll fwear, terribly fwear Into ftrong fhudders and to heavenly agues Th'immortal Gods that hear you. Spare your oaths I'll truft to your conditions, be whores ftill. And he whofe pious breath feeks to convert you, Be ftrong in whore, allure him, burn him up: Let your close fire predominate his smoak, J Wh W And be no turn-coats: yet may your pains exterior duck? Wear them, betray with them; and whore on fill. A pox of wrinkles! Beth. Well, more gold Believe that we'll do any thing for gold. Tim. Confumptions fow In hollow bones of man, ftrike their sharp fhins, Nor found his quillets fhrilly. Hoar the Flamen, T That fcolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himfelf. Down with the nose, Of him, that his particular to forfee ! Smells from the gen?ral weald Make curl'da patel ruffians → Quite bald, and let the unfcart'd braggarts of The war derive fome pain from you. Plague all; That That your activity may defeat and quell The fource of all erection.- -There's more gold. Both. More counsel with more mony, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mifchief first; I've given you earneft. A. Strike up the drum tow'rds Albens; farewel, Timon: If I thrive well, I'll vifit thee again. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never fee thee more. Tim. Yes, thou spok'ft 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: ftrike. [Exeunt Alcib. Phrynia and Timandrą. SCENE V. Tim. That Nature being fick of man's unkindness Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breaft Teems, and feeds all; oh thou! whofe felf-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 ; SCENE SCENE VI. Enter Apemantus. More man? plague, plague! Apem. I was directed hither. Men report From change of fortune. Why this fpade? this place To cure thy o'er-night's furfeit: Call the creatures Of wreakful heav'n, whose bare unhoused trunks, Answer meer nature; bid them flatter thee; Tim. A fool of thee; depart. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er İ did. E a Apem Apem. I flatter not, but fay thou art a caytiff. Tim., Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Apem. Ay. Tim. What a knave thou! Apem. If thou didft put this fowre cold habit on Thou shouldft defire to die, being miferable. Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miferable. Freely command; thou wouldst have plung'd thy felf In different beds of luft, and never learn'd The fugar'd game before thee. But my felf, The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, the hearts of men Do on the oak; yet with one winter's brush That never knew but better, is fome burthen. Thy nature did commence in fuff'rance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why fhould'ft thou hate men? They never flatter'd thee. What haft thou given? If thou wilt curfe, thy father that poor rag If thou hadft not been born the worst of men, Were all the wealth I have, fhut up in thee, Get thee gone [Eating a root Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens? Tim. The beft and trueft: For here it fleeps, and does no hired harm. Where feed'ft thou a-days, Apemantus ? My ftomach finds meat; rather where I eat it. Tim. To fawce thy dishes, Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, But the extremity of both ends. When thou waft in thý gilt, and thy perfume, they mockt thee, for too much Courtefy; in thy rags thou knoweft none, but art despis'è Thus would I eat it. Apem. Here will I mend thy feaft. Tim. Firft mend my company, take away thy felf. If not, I would it were. Apem, What wouldst thou, &c. |