Your potent and infectious fevers heap Take thou that too, with multiplying banns!+ SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in TIMON'S House. I am as poor as you. 1 Serv. Such a house broke ! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not 2 Serv. As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows. Enter other SERVANTS. Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. Flav. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. *For libertinism. + Accumulated curses. [Exit. Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, [Giving them money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, I'll serve his mind with my best will; SCENE III.-The Woods. Enter TIMON. Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb‡ Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb, Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several fortunes; To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be, + Propensity, disposition. I. e. the moon's, this sublunary world. [Exit. Step. All feasts, societies, and throngs of men! His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains! Destruction fang* mankind !-Earth, yield me roots! [Digging. Thus much of this, will make black white; foul, fair; Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why this Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; Do thy right nature.-[March afar off.]-Ha! a drum ?— But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand: Nay, stay thou out for earnest. [Keeping some gold. Enter ALCIBIADES, with Drum and Fife, in warlike manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Alcib. What art thou there? Speak. Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, For showing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man? Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. Alcib. I know thee well: But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I know thee, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, For all her cherubin look. Phr. Thy lips rot off! * Seize, gripe. Sorrowful. + No insincere supplicant. I. e. of living power. Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : But then renew I could not like the moon There were no suns to borrow of. Alcib. Noble Tinion, What friendship may I do thee? Alcib. What is it, Timon? Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: If Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee: for Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, For thou'rt a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the world Voiced so regardfully? Tim. Art thou Timandra ? Timan. Yes. Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth Timan. Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, Alcib. Why, fare thee well: Here's some gold for thee. Tim. Keep't, I cannot eat it. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap, Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ? Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all i' thy conquest; and Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd! Alcib. Why me, Timon? Tim. That, By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer * Alluding to the cure of the lues venerea then in practice. My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, Aleib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou givest me, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr. and Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Hast thou more ? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six months, : A pox of wrinkles! Phr. and Timan. Well, more gold;-What then ?Believe't, that we'll do anything for gold. Tim. Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, * An allusion to the tale of Edipus. I. e. against objects of charity and compassion. + Without pity. |