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

I, that I am one

Art thou proud yet?

I, that I was

now;

Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee,

I'd give thee leave to hang it.
That the whole life of Athens
Thus would I eat it.

Apem.

Get thee

Get thee gone.— were in this!

[Eating a root. 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 botched; If not, I would it were.

Apem. What wouldst 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;

Tim.
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Apem. Where ly'st o' nights, Timon?

Tim.

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 wouldst thou send it?

Tim.

To sauce thy dishes. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, 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, 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 shouldst 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 means to keep a dog.

Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers?

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

Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion 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, thou 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 unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse: wert thou a horse,

1 Curiosity is scrupulous exactness, finical niceness.

2 Alluding to the unicorn's being sometimes overcome from striking his horn into a tree in his furious pursuit of an enemy.

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thou wouldst be seized by the leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion,' and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were remotion; and thy defence, absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation?

Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?

Apem. Yonder comes a poet and a painter; the plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog, than Apemantus.

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim. 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure.3
Apem. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
Tim. If I name thee,-

I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
Apem. I would my tongue could rot them off!
Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;

I swoon to see thee.

Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose

A stone by thee.

Apem. Tim.

'Would thou wouldst burst.

Away,

[Throws a stone at him.

Beast!

Slave!

1 This seems to imply that the lion "bears, like the Turk, no brother

near the throne."

2 "Removing away, removing afar off; remotio."

3 See Act iii. Sc. 4.

Apem.
Tim.

Toad!

Rogue, rogue, rogue!

[APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going.

I am sick of this false world; and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave.
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold. "Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!

Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
That solder'st close impossibilities,

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch1 of hearts!
Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!

Арет.

"Would 'twere so;

But not till I am dead!-I'll say thou hast gold;
Thou wilt be thronged to shortly.

Tim. Арет.

Thronged to?

Ay.

Live and love thy misery!

Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee.

Арет.

Tim. Long live so, and so die!—I am quit.

[Exit APEMANTUS.

More things like men?-Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

Enter Thieves.2

1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder.

1 Touch for touchstone.

2 The old copy reads, "Enter the Banditti."

The mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy.

2 Thief. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him. If he care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it?

2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him;

'tis hid.

1 Thief. Is not this he? Thieves. Where?

2 Thief. 'Tis his description. 3 Thief. He; I know him. Thieves. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves?

Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.

Tim. Both too; and women's sons.

Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of men.1 Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? 1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes.

You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con,
That you are thieves professed; that you work not
In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft

1 The old copy reads:

"Your greatest want is, you want much of meat."

Theobald proposed "you want much of meet," i. e. much of what you ought to be. Steevens says, perhaps we should read :—

"Your greatest want is, you want much of me.”

"Your necessities are indeed desperate, when you apply to one in my situation." Dr. Farmer would point the passage differently, thus :— "Your greatest want is, you want much. Of meat

Why should you want," &c.