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Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
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,
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
A fool of thee: Depart.
Thou flatter'st misery.
To vex thee.
What! a knave too!
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before*:
Tim. Not by bis breatht, that is more miserable,
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!-
Art thou proud yet?
I, that I was
I, that I am one now;
[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?
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. 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 ?
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