Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm*,
With all the abhorred births below crispt heaven
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root!
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man !
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented !-0, a root,-Dear thanks!
Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts,
And morsels uinctuous, greases his pure mind,
That from it all consideration slips !

Enter Apemantus. More man? Plague! plague!

Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee!

Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this

place? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; Hug their diseas'd perfumes I, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carperg. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee,

The serpent called the blind worm, Bent. I i.e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. $ i.e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.

And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus ;
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel.

To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again,
Rascals should hav't. Do not assume my likeness.

Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like

thyself; A madman so long, pow a fool : What, think'st That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt op warn? Will these moss'd trees, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold

Candied with ice, caudle thy morving taste,
To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures,-
Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks,
To the conficting elements expos'd,
Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee;
O! thou shalt find

A fool of thee: Depart.
Apcm. I love thee better now than e'er I did.
Tim. I hate thee worse.


Thou flatter'st misery.
Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff,
Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?

To vex thee.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't?


What! a knave too!
Apem. If thou didst pnt this sour cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery

Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before*:
The oue is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless.
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, coutent.
Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Tim. Not by bis breatht, that is more miserable,
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swathț, pro-

ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou would'st have plunged thy,

self In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary; The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of

men At duty, more than I could frame employment; That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare For every storm that blows:-1, to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden: Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate

men? They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff To some she beggar, and compounded thee

* i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. + By his voice, sentence. From infancy.

The cold admonitions of cautious prudence.

Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone!-
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.

Art thou proud yet?
Tim. Ay, that I am not thee.

I, that I was
No prodigal.

I, that I am one now;
Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee,
I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone,
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root. Apem.

Here; I will mend thy feast.

[Offering him something. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of

thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were.

Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens?

Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

Apem. Here is no use for gold.

The best, and truest : For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon?

Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o'days, Apemantus?

Apem. Where my stomach finds meat: or, rather. where I eat it.

Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind!

Apem. Where would'st thou send it?
Tim. To sauce thy dishes.

Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knew. est, but the extremity of both ends: When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity*; in thy rags thou knowest none,

# For too much finical delicacy.

but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

Apem. An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou should'st have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means?

Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved ?

Apem. Myself.

Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some meaus to keep a dog.

Apem. What things in the world canst thou near. est compare to thy Aatterers ?

Tim. Women nearest; but men, men are the things themselves. What would'st thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power

Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the con. fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts?

Apem. Ay, Timon.

Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, tlou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee: and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou the uni. corn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the horse ; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on

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