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Left Column


Timon of Athens. Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench, And minister in their steeds, to generall Filthes. Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity, Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast
[1445]
Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues, And cut your Trusters throates. Bound Seruants, steale, Large‑handed Robbers your graue Masters are, And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed, Thy Mistris is o'th'Brothell. Some of sixteen,
[1450]
Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire, With it, beate out his Braines. Piety, and Feare, Religion to the Gods, Peace, Iustice, Truth, Domesticke awe, Night‑rest, and Neighbour‑hood, Instruction, Manners, Mysteries, and Trades,
[1455]
Degrees, Obseruances, Customes, and Lawes, Decline to your confounding contraries. And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men, Your potent and infectious Feauors, heape On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
[1460]
Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth, That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue, And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,
[1465]
Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath, That their Society (as their Friendship) may Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,
[1470]
Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes: Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde. The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all) Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
[1475]
And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low. Amen.
Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Steward with two or three Seruants. 1 Heare you M. Master Steward, where's our Master? Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining? Stew.
[1480]
Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you? Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods, I am as poore as you.
1 Such a House broke? So Noble a Master falne, all gone, and not
[1485]
One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme, And go along with him.
2 As we do turne our backes From our Companion, throwne into his graue, So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
[1490]
Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with him Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfe A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre, With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty, Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.
Enter other Seruants. Stew.
[1495]
All broken Implements of a ruin'd house.
3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery, That see I by our Faces: we are Fellowes still, Seruing alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our Barke, And we poore Mates, stand on the dying Decke,
[1500]
Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part Into this Sea of Ayre.
Stew. Good Fellowes all,

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The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you. Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,
[1505]
Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes, We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some: Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more, Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poore. Embrace and part seuerall wayes.
[1510]
Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, An ink mark follows the end of this line. Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt? Who would be so mock'd with Glory, or to liue But in a Dreame of Friendship,
[1515]
To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds, But onely painted like his varnisht Friends: Poore honest Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart, Vndone by Goodnesse: strange vnvsuall blood, When mans worst sinne is, He do's too much Good.
[1520]
Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen? For Bounty that makes Gods, do still marre Men. My deerest Lord, blest to be most accurst, Rich onely to be wretched; thy great Fortunes Are made thy cheefe Afflictions. Alas (kinde Lord)
[1525]
Hee's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate Of monstrous Friends: Nor ha's he with him to supply his life, Or that which can command it: Ile follow and enquire him out.
[1530]
Ile euer serue his minde, with my best will, Whilst I haue Gold, Ile be his Steward still.
Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Timon in the woods. Tim. O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
[1535]
Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes, The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature (To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune But by contempt of Nature.
[1540]
Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord, The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary, The Begger Natiue Honor. It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides, The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares
[1545]
In puritie of Manhood stand vpright And say, this mans a Flatterer. If one be, So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:
[1550]
There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd, All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men. His semblable, yea himselfe Timon disdaines, Destruction phang mankinde; Earth yeeld me Rootes,
[1555]
Who seekes for better of thee, sawce his pallate With thy most operant Poyson. What is heere? Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold? No Gods, I am no idle Votarist, Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make
[1560]
Blacke, white; fowle, faire; wrong, right; Base, Noble; Old, young; Coward, valiant. Ha you Gods! why this? what this, you Gods? why this Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides: Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads. This

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[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Timon in the woods. Tim. O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
[1535]
Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes, The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature (To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune But by contempt of Nature.
[1540]
Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord, The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary, The Begger Natiue Honor. It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides, The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares
[1545]
In puritie of Manhood stand vpright And say, this mans a Flatterer. If one be, So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:
[1550]
There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd, All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men. His semblable, yea himselfe Timon disdaines, Destruction phang mankinde; Earth yeeld me Rootes,
[1555]
Who seekes for better of thee, sawce his pallate With thy most operant Poyson. What is heere? Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold? No Gods, I am no idle Votarist, Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make
[1560]
Blacke, white; fowle, faire; wrong, right; Base, Noble; Old, young; Coward, valiant. Ha you Gods! why this? what this, you Gods? why this Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides: Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads.
[1565]
This yellow Slaue, Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst, Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues, And giue them Title, knee, and approbation With Senators on the Bench: This is it
[1570]
That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe; Shee, whom the Spittle‑house, and vlcerous sores, Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth, Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes
[1575]
Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee Do thy right Nature. March afarre off. Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke, But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe) When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:
[1580]
Nay stay thou out for earnest.
Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner, and Phrynia and Timandra. Alc. What art thou there? Speake. Tim. A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart For shewing me againe the eyes of Man. Alc. What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,
[1585]
That art thy selfe a Man?
Tim. I am Misantropos, and hate Mankinde. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge, That I might loue thee something. Alc. I know thee well:
[1590]
But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.
Tim. I know thee too, and more then that I know thee I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme, With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules: Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,
[1595]
Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine, Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword, For all her Cherubin looke.
Phrin. Thy lips rot off. Tim. I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes
[1600]
To thine owne lippes againe.
Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change? Tim. As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue: But then renew I could not like the Moone, There were no Sunnes to borrow of. Alc.
[1605]
Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
Tim. None, but to maintaine my opinion. Alc. What is it Timon? Tim. Promise me Friendship, but performe none.

If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou

[1610]

art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for

thou art a man.

Alc. I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie. Alc. I see them now, then was a blessed time. Tim.
[1615]
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.
[1620]

Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee,

giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make

vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and

Bathes, bring downe Rose‑cheekt youth to the Fubfast,

and the Diet.

Timan.
[1625]
Hang thee Monster.
Alc. Pardon him sweet Timandra, for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities. I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon, The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt
[1630]
In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.
Tim. I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone. Alc.
[1635]
I am thy Friend, and p tty thee deere Timon.
Tim. How doest thou pitty him whom y u dost troble, I had rather be alone. Alc. Why fare thee well: Heere is some Gold for thee. Tim.
[1640]
Keepe it, I cannot eate it.
Alc. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape: Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens. Alc. I Timon, and haue cause. Tim. The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,
[1645]
And thee after, when thou hast Conquer'd.
Alc. Why me, Timon? Tim. That by killing of Villaines Thou was't borne to conquer my Country. Put vp thy Gold. Go on, heeres Gold, go on;
[1650]
Be as a Plannetary plague, when Ioue Will o're some high‑Vic'd City, hang his poyson In the sicke ayre: let not thy sword skip one: Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard, He is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,
[1655]
It is her habite onely, that is honest, Her selfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke Make soft thy trenchant Sword: for those Milke pappes That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes, Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,
[1660]
But set them down horrible Traitors. Spare not the B be Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy; Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut, And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,
[1665]
Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes, Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes, Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers, Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,
[1670]
Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.
Alc.

Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi­

uest me, not all thy Counsell.

Tim.

Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon

thee.

Both.
[1675]
Giue vs some Gold good Timon, hast y u more?
Tim. Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade, And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable, Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare
[1680]
Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes: Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still. And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you, Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,
[1685]
Let your close fire predominate his smoke, And be no turne‑coats: yet may your paines six months Be quite contrary, And Thatch Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead, (Some that were hang'd) no matter:
[1690]
Weare them, betray with them; Whore still, Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face: A pox of wrinkles.
Both. Well, more Gold, what then? Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold. Tim.
[1695]
Consumptions sowe In hollow bones of man, strike their sharpe shinnes, And marre mens spurring. Cracke the Lawyers voyce, That he may neuer more false Title pleade, Nor sound his Quillets shrilly: Hoare the Flamen,
[1700]
That scold'st against the quality of flesh, And not beleeues himselfe. Downe with the Nose, Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away Of him, that his particular to foresee Smels from the generall weale. Make curld'pate Ruffians (bald
[1705]
And let the vnscarr'd Braggerts of the Warre Deriue some paine from you. Plague all, That your Actiuity may defeate and quell The sourse of all Erection. There's more Gold. Do you damne others, and let this damne you,
[1710]
And ditches graue you all:
Both. More counsell with more Money, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more Mischeefe first, I haue gi­ uen you earnest. Alc.

Strike vp the Drum towardes Athens, farewell

Timon: if I thriue well, Ile visit thee againe.

Tim.
[1715]
If I hope well, Ile neuer see thee more.
Alc. I neuer did thee harme. Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Alc. Call'st thou that harme? Tim. Men dayly finde it. Get thee away,
[1720]
And take thy Beagles with thee.
Alc. We but offend him, strike. Exeunt. Tim. That Nature being sicke of mans vnkindnesse Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou Whose wombe vnmeasureable, and infinite brest
[1725]
Teemes and feeds all: whose selfesame Mettle Whereof thy proud Childe (arrogant man) is puft, Engenders the blacke Toad, and Adder blew, The gilded Newt, and eyelesse venom'd Worme, With all th'abhorred Births below Crispe Heauen,
[1730]
Whereon Hyperions quickning fire doth shine: Yeeld him, who all the humane Sonnes do hate, From foorth thy plenteous bosome, one poore roote: Enseare thy Fertile and Conceptious wombe, Let it no more bring out ingratefull man.
[1735]
Goe great with Tygers, Dragons, Wolues, and Beares, Teeme with new Monsters, whom thy vpward face Hath to the Marbled Mansion all aboue Neuer presented. O, a Root, deare thankes: Dry vp thy Marrowes, Vines, and Plough‑torne Leas,
[1740]
Whereof ingratefull man with Licourish draughts And Morsels Vnctious, greases his pure minde, That from it all Consideration slippes⸺ Enter Apemantus. More man? Plague, plague.
Ape. I was directed hither. Men report,
[1745]
Thou dost affect my Manners, and dost vse them.
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keepe a dogge Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee. Ape. This is in thee a Nature but infected, A poore vnmanly Melancholly sprung
[1750]
From change of future. Why this Spade ? this place? This Slaue‑like Habit, and these lookes of Care? Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke Wine, lye soft, Hugge their diseas'd Perfumes, and haue forgot That euer Timon was. Shame not these Woods,
[1755]
By putting on the cunning of a Carper. Be thou a Flatterer now, and seeke to thriue By that which ha's vndone thee; hindge thy knee, And let his very breath whom thou'lt obserue Blow off thy Cap: praise his most vicious straine,
[1760]
And call it excellent: thou wast told thus: Thou gau'st thine eares (like Tapsters, that bad welcom) To Knaues, and all approachers: 'Tis most iust That thou turne Rascall, had'st thou wealth againe, Rascals should haue't. Do not assume my likenesse.
Tim.
[1765]
Were I like thee, I'de throw away my selfe.
Ape. Thou hast cast away thy selfe, being like thy self A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st That the bleake ayre, thy boysterous Chamberlaine Will put thy shirt on warme? Will these moyst Trees,
[1770]
That haue out‑liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brooke Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning taste To cure thy o're‑nights surfet? Call the Creatures, Whose naked Natures liue in all the spight
[1775]
Of wrekefull Heauen, whose bare vnhoused Trunkes To the conflicting Elements expos'd Answer meere Nature: bid them flatter thee. O thou shalt finde.
Tim. A Foole of thee: depart. Ape.
[1780]
I loue thee better now, then ere I did.
Tim. I hate thee worse. Ape. Why? Tim. Thou flatter'st misery. Ape. I flatter not, but say thou art a Caytiffe. Tim.
[1785]
Why do'st thou seeke me out?
Ape. To vex thee. Tim. Alwayes a Villaines Office, or a Fooles. Dost please thy selfe in't ? Ape. I. Tim.
[1790]
What, a Knaue too?
Ape. If thou did'st put this sowre cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Dost it enforcedly: Thou'dst Courtier be againe Wert thou not Beggar: willing misery
[1795]
Out‑liues: incertaine pompe, is crown'd before: The one is filling still, neuer compleat: The other, at high wish: best state Contentlesse, Hath a distracted and most wretched being, Worse then the worst, Content.
[1800]
Thou should'st desire to dye, being miserable.
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Thou art a Slaue, whom Fortunes tender arme With fauour neuer claspt: but bred a Dogge. Had'st thou like vs from our first swath proceeded,
[1805]
The sweet degrees that this breefe world affords, To such as may the passiue drugges of it Freely command'st: thou would'st haue plung'd thy self In generall Riot, melted downe thy youth In different beds of Lust, and neuer learn'd
[1810]
The Icie precepts of respect, but followed The Sugred game before thee. But my selfe, Who had the world as my Confectionarie, The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men, At duty more then I could frame employment;
[1815]
That numberlesse vpon me stucke, as leaues Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brush Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare, For euery storme that blowes. I to beare this, That neuer knew but better, is some burthen:
[1820]
Thy Nature, did commence in sufferance, Time Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st y u hate Men? They neuer flatter'd thee. What hast thou giuen? If thou wilt curse; thy Father (that poore ragge) Must be thy subiect; who in spight put stuffe
[1825]
To some shee‑Begger, and compounded thee Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone, If thou hadst not bene borne the worst of men, Thou hadst bene a Knaue and Flatterer.
Ape. Art thou proud yet ? Tim.
[1830]
I, that I am not thee.
Ape. I, that I was no Prodigall. Tim. I, that I am one now. Were all the wealth I haue shut vp in thee, I'ld giue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone:
[1835]
That the whole life of Athens were in this, Thus would I eate it.
Ape. Heere, I will mend thy Feast. Tim. First mend thy company, take away thy selfe. Ape. So I shall mend mine owne, by'th'lacke of thine Tim.
[1840]
'Tis not well mended so, it is but botcht; If not, I would it were.
Ape. What would'st thou haue to Athens? Tim. Thee thither in a whirlewind: if thou wilt, Tell them there I haue Gold, looke, so I haue. Ape.
[1845]
Heere is no vse for Gold.
Tim. The best, and truest: For heere it sleepes, and do's no hyred harme. Ape. Where lyest a nights Timon? Tim. Vnder that's aboue me.
[1850]
Where feed'st thou a‑dayes Apemantus?
Ape.

Where my stomacke findes meate, or rather

where I eate it.

Tim. Would poyson were obedient, & knew my mind Ape. Where would'st thou send it? Tim.
[1855]
To sawce thy dishes.
Ape.

The middle of Humanity thou neuer knewest,

but the extremitie of both ends. When thou wast in thy

Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee for too much

Curiositie: in thy Ragges thou know'st none, but art de­

[1860]

spis'd for the contrary. There's a medler for thee, eate it.

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Ape. Do'st hate a Medler? Tim. I, though it looke like thee. Ape.

And th'hadst hated Medlers sooner, y u should'st

[1865]

haue loued thy selfe better now. What man didd'st thou

euer know vnthrift, that was beloued after his meanes?

Tim.

Who without those meanes thou talk'st of, didst

thou euer know belou'd?

Ape. My selfe. Tim.
[1870]

I vnderstand thee: thou had'st some meanes to

keepe a Dogge.

Apem.

What things in the world canst thou neerest

compare to thy Flatterers?

Tim.

Women neerest, but men: men are the things

[1875]

themselues. What would'st thou do with the world A‑ pemantus , if it lay in thy power?

Ape.

Giue it the Beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim.

Would'st thou haue thy selfe fall in the confu­

sion of men, and remaine a Beast with the Beasts.

Ape.
[1880]

I Timon.

Tim.

A beastly Ambition, which the Goddes graunt

thee t'attaine to. If thou wert the Lyon, the Fox would

beguile thee: if thou wert the Lambe, the Foxe would

eate thee: if thou wert the Fox, the Lion would suspect

[1885]

thee, when peraduenture thou wert accus'd by the Asse:

If thou wert the Asse, thy dulnesse would torment thee;

and still thou liu'dst but as a Breakefast to the Wolfe. If

thou wert the Wolfe, thy greedinesse would afflict thee,

& oft thou should'st hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert

[1890]

thou the Vnicorne, pride and wrath would confound

thee, and make thine owne selfe the conquest of thy fury.

Wert thou a Beare, thou would'st be kill'd by the Horse:

wert thou a Horse, thou would'st be seaz'd by the Leo­

pard: wert thou a Leopard, thou wert Germane to the

[1895]

Lion, and the spottes of thy Kindred, were Iurors on thy

life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence ab­

sence. What Beast could'st thou bee, that were not sub­

iect to a Beast: and what a Beast art thou already, that

seest not thy losse in transformation.

Ape.
[1900]
If thou could'st please me With speaking to me, thou might'st Haue hit vpon it heere. The Commonwealth of Athens, is become A Forrest of Beasts.
Tim.
[1905]

How ha's the Asse broke the wall, that thou art

out of the Citie.

Ape. Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter: The plague of Company light vpon thee: I will feare to catch it, and giue way.
[1910]
When I know not what else to do, Ile see thee againe.
Tim. When there is nothing liuing but thee, Thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a Beggers Dogge,
[1915]
Then Apemantus.
Ape. Thou art the Cap Of all the Fooles aliue. Tim. Would thou wert cleane enough To spit vpon. Ape.
[1920]
A plague on thee, Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All Villaines That do stand by thee, are pure. Ape. There is no Leprosie,
[1925]
But what thou speak'st.
Tim. If I name thee, Ile beate thee; But I should infect my hands. Ape. I would my tongue Could rot them off. Tim.
[1930]
Away thou issue of a mangie dogge, Choller does kill me, That thou art aliue, I swoond to see thee.
Ape. Would thou would'st burst. Tim.

Away thou tedious Rogue, I am sorry I shall

[1935]

lose a stone by thee.

Ape. Beast. Tim. Slaue. Ape. Toad. Tim. Rogue, Rogue, Rogue.
[1940]
I am sicke of this false world, and will loue nought But euen the meere necessities vpon't: Then Timon presently prepare thy graue: Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue stone dayly, make thine Epitaph,
[1945]
That death in me, at others liues may laugh. O thou sweete King‑killer, and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defiler Of Himens purest bed, thou valiant Mars, Thou euer, yong, fresh, loued, and delicate wooer,
[1950]
Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap. Thou visible God, That souldrest close Impossibilities, And mak'st them kisse; that speak'st with euerie Tongue
[1955]
To euerie purpose: O thou touch of hearts, Thinke thy slaue‑man rebels, and by thy virtue Set them into confounding oddes, that Beasts May haue the world in Empire.
Ape. Would 'twere so,
[1960]
But not till I am dead. Ile say th'hast Gold: Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly.
Tim. Throng'd too? Ape. I. Tim. Thy backe I prythee. Ape.
[1965]
Liue, and loue thy misery.
Tim. Long liue so, and so dye. I am quit. Ape. Mo things like men, Eate Timon, and abhorre then. Exit Apeman. Enter the Bandetti. 1

Where should he haue this Gold? It is some poore

[1970]

Fragment, some slender Ort of his remainder: the meere

want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, droue

him into this Melancholly.

2 It is nois'd He hath a masse of Treasure. 3
[1975]

Let vs make the assay vpon him, if he care not for't,

he will supply vs easily: if he couetously reserue it, how

shall's get it?

2 True: for he beares it not about him: 'Tis hid. 1
[1980]
Is not this hee?
All. Where? 2 'Tis his description. 3 He? I know him. All. Saue thee Timon. Tim.
[1985]
Now Theeues.
All. Soldiers, not Theeues. Tim. Both too, and womens Sonnes. All. We are not Theeues, but men That much do want. Tim.
[1990]
Your greatest want is, you want much of meat: Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes: Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs: The Oakes beare Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps, The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush,
[1995]
Layes her full Messe before you. Want? why Want?
1 We cannot liue on Grasse, on Berries, Water, As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes. Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues, the Birds & Fishes, You must eate men. Yet thankes I must you con,
[2000]
That you are Theeues profest: that you worke not In holier shapes: For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions. Rascall Theeues Heere's Gold. Go, sucke the subtle blood o'th'Grape, Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth,
[2005]
And so scape hanging. Trust not the Physitian, His Ant dotes are poyson, and he slayes Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together, Do Villaine do, since you protest to doo't. Like Workemen, Ile example you with Theeuery:
[2010]
The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe, And her pale fire, she snatches from the Sunne. The Seas a Theefe, whose liquid Surge, resolues The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,
[2015]
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen'rall excrement: each thing's a Theefe. The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power Ha's vncheck'd Theft. Loue not your selues, away, Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,
[2020]
All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go, Breake open shoppes, nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it: steale lesse, for this I giue you, And Gold confound you howsoere: Amen.
3

Has almost charm'd me from my Profession, by per­

[2025]

swading me to it.

1

'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduises

vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery.

2 Ile beleeue him as an Enemy, And giue ouer my Trade. 1
[2030]

Let vs first see peace in Athens, there is no time so

miserable, but a man may be true.

Exit Theeues. Enter the Steward to Timon. Stew. Oh you Gods! Is yon'd despise'd and ruinous man my Lord? Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument
[2035]
And wonder of good deeds, euilly bestow'd! What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made? What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends, Who can bring Noblest mindes, to basest ends. How rarely does it meete with this times guise,
[2040]
When man was wisht to loue his Enemies: Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me, then those that doo.

Has caught me in his eye, I will present my honest griefe

vnto him; and as my Lord, still serue him with my life.

[2045]
My deerest Master.
Tim. Away: what art thou? Stew. Haue you forgot me, Sir? Tim. Why dost aske that? I haue forgot all men. Then, if thou grunt'st, th'art a man.
[2050]
I haue forgot thee.
Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours. Tim. Then I know thee not: I neuer had honest man about me, I all I kept were Knaues, to serue in meate to Villaines. Stew.
[2055]
The Gods are witnesse, Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.
Tim. What, dost thou weepe? Come neerer, then I loue thee
[2060]
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue, But thorow Lust and Laughter: pittie's sleeping: Strange times y t weepe with laughing, not with weeping.
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,
[2065]
T'accept my greefe, and whil'st this poore wealth lasts, To entertaine me as your Steward still.
Tim. Had I a Steward So true, so iust, and now so comfortable? It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
[2070]
Let me behold thy face: Surely, this man Was borne of woman. Forgiue my generall, and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober Gods. I do proclaime One honest man: Mistake me not, but one:
[2075]
No more I pray, and hee's a Steward. How faine would I haue hated all mankinde, And thou redeem'st thy selfe. But all saue thee, I fell with Curses. Me thinkes thou art more honest now, then wise:
[2080]
For, by oppressing and betraying mee, Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice: For many so arriue at second Masters, Vpon their first Lords necke. But tell me true, (For I must euer doubt, though ne're so sure)
[2085]
Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous, If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts, Expecting in returne twenty for one?
Stew. No my most worthy Master, in whose brest Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac'd too late:
[2090]
You should haue fear'd false times, when you did Feast. Suspect still comes, where an estate is least. That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue, Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde; Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
[2095]
My most Honour'd Lord, For any benefit that points to mee, Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich your selfe.
Tim.
[2100]
Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man, Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy, But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men: Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,
[2105]
But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone, Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em, Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,
[2110]
And so farewell, and thriue.
Stew. O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master. Tim. If thou hat'st Curses stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free: Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee. Exit
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 3]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Timon in the woods.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1532">O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth</l>
      <l n="1533">Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe</l>
      <l n="1534">Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,</l>
      <l n="1535">Whose procreation, residence, and birth,</l>
      <l n="1536">Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes,</l>
      <l n="1537">The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature</l>
      <l n="1538">(To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune</l>
      <l n="1539">But by contempt of Nature.</l>
      <l n="1540">Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,</l>
      <l n="1541">The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary,</l>
      <l n="1542">The Begger Natiue Honor.</l>
      <l n="1543">It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides,</l>
      <l n="1544">The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares</l>
      <l n="1545">In puritie of Manhood stand vpright</l>
      <l n="1546">And say, this mans a Flatterer. If one be,</l>
      <l n="1547">So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune</l>
      <l n="1548">Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate</l>
      <l n="1549">Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:</l>
      <l n="1550">There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures</l>
      <l n="1551">But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd,</l>
      <l n="1552">All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men.</l>
      <l n="1553">His semblable, yea himselfe<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>disdaines,</l>
      <l n="1554">Destruction phang mankinde; Earth yeeld me Rootes,</l>
      <l n="1555">Who seekes for better of thee, sawce his pallate</l>
      <l n="1556">With thy most operant Poyson. What is heere?</l>
      <l n="1557">Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold?</l>
      <l n="1558">No Gods, I am no idle Votarist,</l>
      <l n="1559">Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make</l>
      <l n="1560">Blacke, white; fowle, faire; wrong, right;</l>
      <l n="1561">Base, Noble; Old, young; Coward, valiant.</l>
      <l n="1562">Ha you Gods! why this? what this, you Gods? why this</l>
      <l n="1563">Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides:</l>
      <l n="1564">Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads.</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0709-0.jpg" n="91"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1565">This yellow Slaue,</l>
      <l n="1566">Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst,</l>
      <l n="1567">Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues,</l>
      <l n="1568">And giue them Title, knee, and approbation</l>
      <l n="1569">With Senators on the Bench: This is it</l>
      <l n="1570">That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;</l>
      <l n="1571">Shee, whom the Spittle‑house, and vlcerous sores,</l>
      <l n="1572">Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices</l>
      <l n="1573">To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,</l>
      <l n="1574">Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes</l>
      <l n="1575">Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee</l>
      <l n="1576">Do thy right Nature.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">March afarre off.</stage>
      <l n="1577">Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,</l>
      <l n="1578">But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)</l>
      <l n="1579">When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:</l>
      <l n="1580">Nay stay thou out for earnest.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner,
      <lb/>and Phrynia and Timandra.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1581">What art thou there? Speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1582">A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart</l>
      <l n="1583">For shewing me againe the eyes of Man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1584">What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,</l>
      <l n="1585">That art thy selfe a Man?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1586">I am<hi rend="italic">Misantropos</hi>, and hate Mankinde.</l>
      <l n="1587">For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge,</l>
      <l n="1588">That I might loue thee something.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1589">I know thee well:</l>
      <l n="1590">But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1591">I know thee too, and more then that I know thee</l>
      <l n="1592">I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,</l>
      <l n="1593">With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:</l>
      <l n="1594">Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,</l>
      <l n="1595">Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,</l>
      <l n="1596">Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,</l>
      <l n="1597">For all her Cherubin looke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-phr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Phrin.</speaker>
      <l n="1598">Thy lips rot off.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1599">I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes</l>
      <l n="1600">To thine owne lippes againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1601">How came the Noble<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>to this change?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1602">As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue:</l>
      <l n="1603">But then renew I could not like the Moone,</l>
      <l n="1604">There were no Sunnes to borrow of.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1605">Noble<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, what friendship may I do thee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1606">None, but to maintaine my opinion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1607">What is it<hi rend="italic">Timon?</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1608">Promise me Friendship, but performe none.</l>
      <p n="1609">If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou
      <lb n="1610"/>art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for
      <lb n="1611"/>thou art a man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1612">I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1613">Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1614">I see them now, then was a blessed time.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1615">As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tmd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timan.</speaker>
      <l n="1616">Is this th'Athenian Minion, whom the world</l>
      <l n="1617">Voic'd so regardfully?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1618">Art thou<hi rend="italic">Timandra</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tmd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timan.</speaker>
      <l n="1619">Yes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1620">Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee,
      <lb n="1621"/>giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make
      <lb n="1622"/>vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and
      <lb n="1623"/>Bathes, bring downe Rose‑cheekt youth to the Fubfast,
      <lb n="1624"/>and the Diet.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tmd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timan.</speaker>
      <l n="1625">Hang thee Monster.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1626">Pardon him sweet<hi rend="italic">Timandra</hi>, for his wits</l>
      <l n="1627">Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1628">I haue but little Gold of late, braue<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1629">The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt</l>
      <l n="1630">In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd</l>
      <l n="1631">How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth,</l>
      <l n="1632">Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states</l>
      <l n="1633">But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1634">I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1635">I am thy Friend, and p<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>tty thee deere<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1636">How doest thou pitty him whom y<c rend="superscript">u</c>dost troble,</l>
      <l n="1637">I had rather be alone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1638">Why fare thee well:</l>
      <l n="1639">Heere is some Gold for thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1640">Keepe it, I cannot eate it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1641">When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1642">Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1643">I<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, and haue cause.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1644">The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,</l>
      <l n="1645">And thee after, when thou hast Conquer'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1646">Why me,<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1647">That by killing of Villaines</l>
      <l n="1648">Thou was't borne to conquer my Country.</l>
      <l n="1649">Put vp thy Gold. Go on, heeres Gold, go on;</l>
      <l n="1650">Be as a Plannetary plague, when Ioue</l>
      <l n="1651">Will o're some high‑Vic'd City, hang his poyson</l>
      <l n="1652">In the sicke ayre: let not thy sword skip one:</l>
      <l n="1653">Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard,</l>
      <l n="1654">He is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,</l>
      <l n="1655">It is her habite onely, that is honest,</l>
      <l n="1656">Her selfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke</l>
      <l n="1657">Make soft thy trenchant Sword: for those Milke pappes</l>
      <l n="1658">That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes,</l>
      <l n="1659">Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,</l>
      <l n="1660">But set them down horrible Traitors. Spare not the B<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>be</l>
      <l n="1661">Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy;</l>
      <l n="1662">Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle</l>
      <l n="1663">Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,</l>
      <l n="1664">And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,</l>
      <l n="1665">Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes,</l>
      <l n="1666">Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,</l>
      <l n="1667">Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding,</l>
      <l n="1668">Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,</l>
      <l n="1669">Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,</l>
      <l n="1670">Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <p n="1671">Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi­
      <lb n="1672"/>uest me, not all thy Counsell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1673">Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon
      <lb n="1674"/>thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="1675">Giue vs some Gold good<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, hast y<c rend="superscript">u</c>more?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1676">Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade,</l>
      <l n="1677">And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts</l>
      <l n="1678">Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable,</l>
      <l n="1679">Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare</l>
      <l n="1680">Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues</l>
      <l n="1681">Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes:</l>
      <l n="1682">Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still.</l>
      <l n="1683">And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you,</l>
      <l n="1684">Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,</l>
      <l n="1685">Let your close fire predominate his smoke,</l>
      <l n="1686">And be no turne‑coats: yet may your paines six months</l>
      <l n="1687">Be quite contrary, And Thatch</l>
      <l n="1688">Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,</l>
      <l n="1689">(Some that were hang'd) no matter:</l>
      <l n="1690">Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,</l>
      <l n="1691">Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:</l>
      <l n="1692">A pox of wrinkles.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="1693">Well, more Gold, what then?</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0710-0.jpg" n="92"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1694">Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1695">Consumptions sowe</l>
      <l n="1696">In hollow bones of man, strike their sharpe shinnes,</l>
      <l n="1697">And marre mens spurring. Cracke the Lawyers voyce,</l>
      <l n="1698">That he may neuer more false Title pleade,</l>
      <l n="1699">Nor sound his Quillets shrilly: Hoare the Flamen,</l>
      <l n="1700">That scold'st against the quality of flesh,</l>
      <l n="1701">And not beleeues himselfe. Downe with the Nose,</l>
      <l n="1702">Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away</l>
      <l n="1703">Of him, that his particular to foresee</l>
      <l n="1704">Smels from the generall weale. Make curld'pate Ruffians
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>bald</l>
      <l n="1705">And let the vnscarr'd Braggerts of the Warre</l>
      <l n="1706">Deriue some paine from you. Plague all,</l>
      <l n="1707">That your Actiuity may defeate and quell</l>
      <l n="1708">The sourse of all Erection. There's more Gold.</l>
      <l n="1709">Do you damne others, and let this damne you,</l>
      <l n="1710">And ditches graue you all:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-bot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="1711">More counsell with more Money, bounteous
      <lb/>
         <hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1712">More whore, more Mischeefe first, I haue gi­
      <lb/>uen you earnest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <p n="1713">Strike vp the Drum towardes Athens, farewell
      <lb n="1714"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>: if I thriue well, Ile visit thee againe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1715">If I hope well, Ile neuer see thee more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1716">I neuer did thee harme.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1717">Yes, thou spok'st well of me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1718">Call'st thou that harme?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1719">Men dayly finde it. Get thee away,</l>
      <l n="1720">And take thy Beagles with thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="1721">We but offend him, strike.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1722">That Nature being sicke of mans vnkindnesse</l>
      <l n="1723">Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou</l>
      <l n="1724">Whose wombe vnmeasureable, and infinite brest</l>
      <l n="1725">Teemes and feeds all: whose selfesame Mettle</l>
      <l n="1726">Whereof thy proud Childe (arrogant man) is puft,</l>
      <l n="1727">Engenders the blacke Toad, and Adder blew,</l>
      <l n="1728">The gilded Newt, and eyelesse venom'd Worme,</l>
      <l n="1729">With all th'abhorred Births below Crispe Heauen,</l>
      <l n="1730">Whereon<hi rend="italic">Hyperions</hi>quickning fire doth shine:</l>
      <l n="1731">Yeeld him, who all the humane Sonnes do hate,</l>
      <l n="1732">From foorth thy plenteous bosome, one poore roote:</l>
      <l n="1733">Enseare thy Fertile and Conceptious wombe,</l>
      <l n="1734">Let it no more bring out ingratefull man.</l>
      <l n="1735">Goe great with Tygers, Dragons, Wolues, and Beares,</l>
      <l n="1736">Teeme with new Monsters, whom thy vpward face</l>
      <l n="1737">Hath to the Marbled Mansion all aboue</l>
      <l n="1738">Neuer presented. O, a Root, deare thankes:</l>
      <l n="1739">Dry vp thy Marrowes, Vines, and Plough‑torne Leas,</l>
      <l n="1740">Whereof ingratefull man with Licourish draughts</l>
      <l n="1741">And Morsels Vnctious, greases his pure minde,</l>
      <l n="1742">That from it all Consideration slippes⸺</l>
      <stage rend="italic" type="entrance">Enter Apemantus.</stage>
      <l n="1743">More man? Plague, plague.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1744">I was directed hither. Men report,</l>
      <l n="1745">Thou dost affect my Manners, and dost vse them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1746">'Tis then, because thou dost not keepe a dogge</l>
      <l n="1747">Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1748">This is in thee a Nature but infected,</l>
      <l n="1749">A poore vnmanly Melancholly sprung</l>
      <l n="1750">From change of future. Why this Spade<c rend="italic">?</c>this place?</l>
      <l n="1751">This Slaue‑like Habit, and these lookes of Care?</l>
      <l n="1752">Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke Wine, lye soft,</l>
      <l n="1753">Hugge their diseas'd Perfumes, and haue forgot</l>
      <l n="1754">That euer<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>was. Shame not these Woods,</l>
      <l n="1755">By putting on the cunning of a Carper.</l>
      <l n="1756">Be thou a Flatterer now, and seeke to thriue</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1757">By that which ha's vndone thee; hindge thy knee,</l>
      <l n="1758">And let his very breath whom thou'lt obserue</l>
      <l n="1759">Blow off thy Cap: praise his most vicious straine,</l>
      <l n="1760">And call it excellent: thou wast told thus:</l>
      <l n="1761">Thou gau'st thine eares (like Tapsters, that bad welcom)</l>
      <l n="1762">To Knaues, and all approachers: 'Tis most iust</l>
      <l n="1763">That thou turne Rascall, had'st thou wealth againe,</l>
      <l n="1764">Rascals should haue't. Do not assume my likenesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1765">Were I like thee, I'de throw away my selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1766">Thou hast cast away thy selfe, being like thy self</l>
      <l n="1767">A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st</l>
      <l n="1768">That the bleake ayre, thy boysterous Chamberlaine</l>
      <l n="1769">Will put thy shirt on warme? Will these moyst Trees,</l>
      <l n="1770">That haue out‑liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles</l>
      <l n="1771">And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brooke</l>
      <l n="1772">Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning taste</l>
      <l n="1773">To cure thy o're‑nights surfet? Call the Creatures,</l>
      <l n="1774">Whose naked Natures liue in all the spight</l>
      <l n="1775">Of wrekefull Heauen, whose bare vnhoused Trunkes</l>
      <l n="1776">To the conflicting Elements expos'd</l>
      <l n="1777">Answer meere Nature: bid them flatter thee.</l>
      <l n="1778">O thou shalt finde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1779">A Foole of thee: depart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1780">I loue thee better now, then ere I did.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1781">I hate thee worse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1782">Why?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1783">Thou flatter'st misery.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1784">I flatter not, but say thou art a Caytiffe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1785">Why do'st thou seeke me out?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1786">To vex thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1787">Alwayes a Villaines Office, or a Fooles.</l>
      <l n="1788">Dost please thy selfe in't<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1789">I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1790">What, a Knaue too?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1791">If thou did'st put this sowre cold habit on</l>
      <l n="1792">To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou</l>
      <l n="1793">Dost it enforcedly: Thou'dst Courtier be againe</l>
      <l n="1794">Wert thou not Beggar: willing misery</l>
      <l n="1795">Out‑liues: incertaine pompe, is crown'd before:</l>
      <l n="1796">The one is filling still, neuer compleat:</l>
      <l n="1797">The other, at high wish: best state Contentlesse,</l>
      <l n="1798">Hath a distracted and most wretched being,</l>
      <l n="1799">Worse then the worst, Content.</l>
      <l n="1800">Thou should'st desire to dye, being miserable.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1801">Not by his breath, that is more miserable.</l>
      <l n="1802">Thou art a Slaue, whom Fortunes tender arme</l>
      <l n="1803">With fauour neuer claspt: but bred a Dogge.</l>
      <l n="1804">Had'st thou like vs from our first swath proceeded,</l>
      <l n="1805">The sweet degrees that this breefe world affords,</l>
      <l n="1806">To such as may the passiue drugges of it</l>
      <l n="1807">Freely command'st: thou would'st haue plung'd thy self</l>
      <l n="1808">In generall Riot, melted downe thy youth</l>
      <l n="1809">In different beds of Lust, and neuer learn'd</l>
      <l n="1810">The Icie precepts of respect, but followed</l>
      <l n="1811">The Sugred game before thee. But my selfe,</l>
      <l n="1812">Who had the world as my Confectionarie,</l>
      <l n="1813">The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men,</l>
      <l n="1814">At duty more then I could frame employment;</l>
      <l n="1815">That numberlesse vpon me stucke, as leaues</l>
      <l n="1816">Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brush</l>
      <l n="1817">Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare,</l>
      <l n="1818">For euery storme that blowes. I to beare this,</l>
      <l n="1819">That neuer knew but better, is some burthen:</l>
      <l n="1820">Thy Nature, did commence in sufferance, Time</l>
      <l n="1821">Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st y<c rend="superscript">u</c>hate Men?</l>
      <l n="1822">They neuer flatter'd thee. What hast thou giuen?</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0711-0.jpg" n="93"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1823">If thou wilt curse; thy Father (that poore ragge)</l>
      <l n="1824">Must be thy subiect; who in spight put stuffe</l>
      <l n="1825">To some shee‑Begger, and compounded thee</l>
      <l n="1826">Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone,</l>
      <l n="1827">If thou hadst not bene borne the worst of men,</l>
      <l n="1828">Thou hadst bene a Knaue and Flatterer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1829">Art thou proud yet<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1830">I, that I am not thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1831">I, that I was no Prodigall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1832">I, that I am one now.</l>
      <l n="1833">Were all the wealth I haue shut vp in thee,</l>
      <l n="1834">I'ld giue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone:</l>
      <l n="1835">That the whole life of Athens were in this,</l>
      <l n="1836">Thus would I eate it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1837">Heere, I will mend thy Feast.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1838">First mend thy company, take away thy selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1839">So I shall mend mine owne, by'th'lacke of thine</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1840">'Tis not well mended so, it is but botcht;</l>
      <l n="1841">If not, I would it were.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1842">What would'st thou haue to Athens?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1843">Thee thither in a whirlewind: if thou wilt,</l>
      <l n="1844">Tell them there I haue Gold, looke, so I haue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1845">Heere is no vse for Gold.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1846">The best, and truest:</l>
      <l n="1847">For heere it sleepes, and do's no hyred harme.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1848">Where lyest a nights<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1849">Vnder that's aboue me.</l>
      <l n="1850">Where feed'st thou a‑dayes<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="1851">Where my stomacke findes meate, or rather
      <lb n="1852"/>where I eate it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1853">Would poyson were obedient, &amp; knew my mind</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1854">Where would'st thou send it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1855">To sawce thy dishes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="1856">The middle of Humanity thou neuer knewest,
      <lb n="1857"/>but the extremitie of both ends. When thou wast in thy
      <lb n="1858"/>Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee for too much
      <lb n="1859"/>Curiositie: in thy Ragges thou know'st none, but art de­
      <lb n="1860"/>spis'd for the contrary. There's a medler for thee, eate it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1861">On what I hate, I feed not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1862">Do'st hate a Medler?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1863">I, though it looke like thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="1864">And th'hadst hated Medlers sooner, y<c rend="superscript">u</c>should'st
      <lb n="1865"/>haue loued thy selfe better now. What man didd'st thou
      <lb n="1866"/>euer know vnthrift, that was beloued after his meanes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1867">Who without those meanes thou talk'st of, didst
      <lb n="1868"/>thou euer know belou'd?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1869">My selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1870">I vnderstand thee: thou had'st some meanes to
      <lb n="1871"/>keepe a Dogge.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Apem.</speaker>
      <p n="1872">What things in the world canst thou neerest
      <lb n="1873"/>compare to thy Flatterers?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1874">Women neerest, but men: men are the things
      <lb n="1875"/>themselues. What would'st thou do with the world<hi rend="italic">A‑
      <lb n="1876"/>pemantus</hi>, if it lay in thy power?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="1877">Giue it the Beasts, to be rid of the men.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1878">Would'st thou haue thy selfe fall in the confu­
      <lb n="1879"/>sion of men, and remaine a Beast with the Beasts.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="1880">I<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1881">A beastly Ambition, which the Goddes graunt
      <lb n="1882"/>thee t'attaine to. If thou wert the Lyon, the Fox would
      <lb n="1883"/>beguile thee: if thou wert the Lambe, the Foxe would
      <lb n="1884"/>eate thee: if thou wert the Fox, the Lion would suspect
      <lb n="1885"/>thee, when peraduenture thou wert accus'd by the Asse:
      <lb n="1886"/>If thou wert the Asse, thy dulnesse would torment thee;
      <lb n="1887"/>and still thou liu'dst but as a Breakefast to the Wolfe. If
      <lb n="1888"/>thou wert the Wolfe, thy greedinesse would afflict thee,<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1889"/>&amp; oft thou should'st hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert
      <lb n="1890"/>thou the Vnicorne, pride and wrath would confound
      <lb n="1891"/>thee, and make thine owne selfe the conquest of thy fury.
      <lb n="1892"/>Wert thou a Beare, thou would'st be kill'd by the Horse:
      <lb n="1893"/>wert thou a Horse, thou would'st be seaz'd by the Leo­
      <lb n="1894"/>pard: wert thou a Leopard, thou wert Germane to the
      <lb n="1895"/>Lion, and the spottes of thy Kindred, were Iurors on thy
      <lb n="1896"/>life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence ab­
      <lb n="1897"/>sence. What Beast could'st thou bee, that were not sub­
      <lb n="1898"/>iect to a Beast: and what a Beast art thou already, that
      <lb n="1899"/>seest not thy losse in transformation.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1900">If thou could'st please me</l>
      <l n="1901">With speaking to me, thou might'st</l>
      <l n="1902">Haue hit vpon it heere.</l>
      <l n="1903">The Commonwealth of Athens, is become</l>
      <l n="1904">A Forrest of Beasts.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1905">How ha's the Asse broke the wall, that thou art
      <lb n="1906"/>out of the Citie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1907">Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter:</l>
      <l n="1908">The plague of Company light vpon thee:</l>
      <l n="1909">I will feare to catch it, and giue way.</l>
      <l n="1910">When I know not what else to do,</l>
      <l n="1911">Ile see thee againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1912">When there is nothing liuing but thee,</l>
      <l n="1913">Thou shalt be welcome.</l>
      <l n="1914">I had rather be a Beggers Dogge,</l>
      <l n="1915">Then<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1916">Thou art the Cap</l>
      <l n="1917">Of all the Fooles aliue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1918">Would thou wert cleane enough</l>
      <l n="1919">To spit vpon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1920">A plague on thee,</l>
      <l n="1921">Thou art too bad to curse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1922">All Villaines</l>
      <l n="1923">That do stand by thee, are pure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1924">There is no Leprosie,</l>
      <l n="1925">But what thou speak'st.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1926">If I name thee, Ile beate thee;</l>
      <l n="1927">But I should infect my hands.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1928">I would my tongue</l>
      <l n="1929">Could rot them off.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1930">Away thou issue of a mangie dogge,</l>
      <l n="1931">Choller does kill me,</l>
      <l n="1932">That thou art aliue, I swoond to see thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1933">Would thou would'st burst.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1934">Away thou tedious Rogue, I am sorry I shall
      <lb n="1935"/>lose a stone by thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1936">Beast.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1937">Slaue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1938">Toad.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1939">Rogue, Rogue, Rogue.</l>
      <l n="1940">I am sicke of this false world, and will loue nought</l>
      <l n="1941">But euen the meere necessities vpon't:</l>
      <l n="1942">Then<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>presently prepare thy graue:</l>
      <l n="1943">Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate</l>
      <l n="1944">Thy graue stone dayly, make thine Epitaph,</l>
      <l n="1945">That death in me, at others liues may laugh.</l>
      <l n="1946">O thou sweete King‑killer, and deare diuorce</l>
      <l n="1947">Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defiler</l>
      <l n="1948">Of<hi rend="italic">Himens</hi>purest bed, thou valiant Mars,</l>
      <l n="1949">Thou euer, yong, fresh, loued, and delicate wooer,</l>
      <l n="1950">Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow</l>
      <l n="1951">That lyes on Dians lap.</l>
      <l n="1952">Thou visible God,</l>
      <l n="1953">That souldrest close Impossibilities,</l>
      <l n="1954">And mak'st them kisse; that speak'st with euerie Tongue</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0712-0.jpg" n="94"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1955">To euerie purpose: O thou touch of hearts,</l>
      <l n="1956">Thinke thy slaue‑man rebels, and by thy virtue</l>
      <l n="1957">Set them into confounding oddes, that Beasts</l>
      <l n="1958">May haue the world in Empire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1959">Would 'twere so,</l>
      <l n="1960">But not till I am dead. Ile say th'hast Gold:</l>
      <l n="1961">Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1962">Throng'd too?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1963">I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1964">Thy backe I prythee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1965">Liue, and loue thy misery.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1966">Long liue so, and so dye. I am quit.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="1967">Mo things like men,</l>
      <l n="1968">Eate<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, and abhorre then.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Apeman.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Bandetti.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <p n="1969">Where should he haue this Gold? It is some poore
      <lb n="1970"/>Fragment, some slender Ort of his remainder: the meere
      <lb n="1971"/>want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, droue
      <lb n="1972"/>him into this Melancholly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1973">It is nois'd</l>
      <l n="1974">He hath a masse of Treasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <p n="1975">Let vs make the assay vpon him, if he care not for't,
      <lb n="1976"/>he will supply vs easily: if he couetously reserue it, how
      <lb n="1977"/>shall's get it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1978">True: for he beares it not about him:</l>
      <l n="1979">'Tis hid.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1980">Is not this hee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1981">Where?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1982">'Tis his description.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="1983">He? I know him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1984">Saue thee<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1985">Now Theeues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1986">Soldiers, not Theeues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1987">Both too, and womens Sonnes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1988">We are not Theeues, but men</l>
      <l n="1989">That much do want.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1990">Your greatest want is, you want much of meat:</l>
      <l n="1991">Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes:</l>
      <l n="1992">Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs:</l>
      <l n="1993">The Oakes beare Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps,</l>
      <l n="1994">The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush,</l>
      <l n="1995">Layes her full Messe before you. Want? why Want?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1996">We cannot liue on Grasse, on Berries, Water,</l>
      <l n="1997">As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ti.</speaker>
      <l n="1998">Nor on the Beasts themselues, the Birds &amp; Fishes,</l>
      <l n="1999">You must eate men. Yet thankes I must you con,</l>
      <l n="2000">That you are Theeues profest: that you worke not</l>
      <l n="2001">In holier shapes: For there is boundlesse Theft</l>
      <l n="2002">In limited Professions. Rascall Theeues</l>
      <l n="2003">Heere's Gold. Go, sucke the subtle blood o'th'Grape,</l>
      <l n="2004">Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth,</l>
      <l n="2005">And so scape hanging. Trust not the Physitian,</l>
      <l n="2006">His Ant<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>dotes are poyson, and he slayes</l>
      <l n="2007">Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together,</l>
      <l n="2008">Do Villaine do, since you protest to doo't.</l>
      <l n="2009">Like Workemen, Ile example you with Theeuery:</l>
      <l n="2010">The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraction</l>
      <l n="2011">Robbes the vaste Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe,</l>
      <l n="2012">And her pale fire, she snatches from the Sunne.</l>
      <l n="2013">The Seas a Theefe, whose liquid Surge, resolues</l>
      <l n="2014">The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,</l>
      <l n="2015">That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne</l>
      <l n="2016">From gen'rall excrement: each thing's a Theefe.</l>
      <l n="2017">The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2018">Ha's vncheck'd Theft. Loue not your selues, away,</l>
      <l n="2019">Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,</l>
      <l n="2020">All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go,</l>
      <l n="2021">Breake open shoppes, nothing can you steale</l>
      <l n="2022">But Theeues do loose it: steale lesse, for this I giue you,</l>
      <l n="2023">And Gold confound you howsoere: Amen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <p n="2024">Has almost charm'd me from my Profession, by per­
      <lb n="2025"/>swading me to it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <p n="2026">'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduises
      <lb n="2027"/>vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2028">Ile beleeue him as an Enemy,</l>
      <l n="2029">And giue ouer my Trade.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <p n="2030">Let vs first see peace in Athens, there is no time so
      <lb n="2031"/>miserable, but a man may be true.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Theeues.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Steward to Timon.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2032">Oh you Gods!</l>
      <l n="2033">Is yon'd despise'd and ruinous man my Lord?</l>
      <l n="2034">Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument</l>
      <l n="2035">And wonder of good deeds, euilly bestow'd!</l>
      <l n="2036">What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made?</l>
      <l n="2037">What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends,</l>
      <l n="2038">Who can bring Noblest mindes, to basest ends.</l>
      <l n="2039">How rarely does it meete with this times guise,</l>
      <l n="2040">When man was wisht to loue his Enemies:</l>
      <l n="2041">Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo</l>
      <l n="2042">Those that would mischeefe me, then those that doo.</l>
      <p n="2043">Has caught me in his eye, I will present my honest griefe
      <lb n="2044"/>vnto him; and as my Lord, still serue him with my life.</p>
      <l n="2045">My deerest Master.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2046">Away: what art thou?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2047">Haue you forgot me, Sir?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2048">Why dost aske that? I haue forgot all men.</l>
      <l n="2049">Then, if thou grunt'st, th'art a man.</l>
      <l n="2050">I haue forgot thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2051">An honest poore seruant of yours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2052">Then I know thee not:</l>
      <l n="2053">I neuer had honest man about me, I all</l>
      <l n="2054">I kept were Knaues, to serue in meate to Villaines.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2055">The Gods are witnesse,</l>
      <l n="2056">Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe</l>
      <l n="2057">For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2058">What, dost thou weepe?</l>
      <l n="2059">Come neerer, then I loue thee</l>
      <l n="2060">Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st</l>
      <l n="2061">Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue,</l>
      <l n="2062">But thorow Lust and Laughter: pittie's sleeping:</l>
      <l n="2063">Strange times y<c rend="superscript">t</c>weepe with laughing, not with weeping.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2064">I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,</l>
      <l n="2065">T'accept my greefe, and whil'st this poore wealth lasts,</l>
      <l n="2066">To entertaine me as your Steward still.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2067">Had I a Steward</l>
      <l n="2068">So true, so iust, and now so comfortable?</l>
      <l n="2069">It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.</l>
      <l n="2070">Let me behold thy face: Surely, this man</l>
      <l n="2071">Was borne of woman.</l>
      <l n="2072">Forgiue my generall, and exceptlesse rashnesse</l>
      <l n="2073">You perpetuall sober Gods. I do proclaime</l>
      <l n="2074">One honest man: Mistake me not, but one:</l>
      <l n="2075">No more I pray, and hee's a Steward.</l>
      <l n="2076">How faine would I haue hated all mankinde,</l>
      <l n="2077">And thou redeem'st thy selfe. But all saue thee,</l>
      <l n="2078">I fell with Curses.</l>
      <l n="2079">Me thinkes thou art more honest now, then wise:</l>
      <l n="2080">For, by oppressing and betraying mee,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0713-0.jpg" n="95"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2081">Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice:</l>
      <l n="2082">For many so arriue at second Masters,</l>
      <l n="2083">Vpon their first Lords necke. But tell me true,</l>
      <l n="2084">(For I must euer doubt, though ne're so sure)</l>
      <l n="2085">Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous,</l>
      <l n="2086">If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts,</l>
      <l n="2087">Expecting in returne twenty for one?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2088">No my most worthy Master, in whose brest</l>
      <l n="2089">Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac'd too late:</l>
      <l n="2090">You should haue fear'd false times, when you did Feast.</l>
      <l n="2091">Suspect still comes, where an estate is least.</l>
      <l n="2092">That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue,</l>
      <l n="2093">Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde;</l>
      <l n="2094">Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,</l>
      <l n="2095">My most Honour'd Lord,</l>
      <l n="2096">For any benefit that points to mee,</l>
      <l n="2097">Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange</l>
      <l n="2098">For this one wish, that you had power and wealth</l>
      <l n="2099">To requite me, by making rich your selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2100">Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man,</l>
      <l n="2101">Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie</l>
      <l n="2102">Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy,</l>
      <l n="2103">But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men:</l>
      <l n="2104">Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,</l>
      <l n="2105">But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone,</l>
      <l n="2106">Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges</l>
      <l n="2107">What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em,</l>
      <l n="2108">Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods</l>
      <l n="2109">And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,</l>
      <l n="2110">And so farewell, and thriue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="2111">O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="2112">If thou hat'st Curses</l>
      <l n="2113">stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free:</l>
      <l n="2114">Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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