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. 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 Voic'd so regardfully? Tim. Timan. Yes. Art thou Timandra? Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. To the tub-fast, and the diet. Timan. Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, In my penurious band: I have heard, and griev'd, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Thou wilt not promise, &c.] That is, however thou may'st act, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost since thou art a man, hated man, I wish thee evil. trouble? I had rather be alone. Alcib. Why, fare thee well: Here's some gold for thee. 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! Tim. That, Why me, Timon? By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk paps, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ, Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; G2 Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou giv'st me, Not all thy counsel. Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Phr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, months, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens of the dead;-some that were hang'd, No matter: -wear them, betray with them: whore 4 still; - bastard,] An allusion to the tale of Oedipus. $ Swear against objects;] Against objects is, against objects of charity and compassion. 6 I'll trust to your conditions:] I will trust to your inclinations, or rather vocations. Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: Phr. & Timan. Well, more gold; - What then?Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold. Tim. Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Derive some pain from you: Plague all; That your activity may defeat and quell The source of all erection. There's more gold: Do you damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave you all!1 Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon. Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Farewell, Timon; If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. 8 Nor sound his quillets shrilly:] Quillets are subtilties. hoar the flamen,] This may mean,-Give the flamen the hoary leprosy. 6 that his particular to foresee,] The metaphor is apparently incongruous, but the sense is good. To foresee his particular, is to provide for his private advantage, for which he leaves the right scent of publick good. And ditches grave you all!] To grave is to entomb. The word is now obsolete, though sometimes used by Shakspeare and his contemporary authors. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Alcib. I never did thee harm. Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Alcib. Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, And take thy beagles with thee. Alcib. Strike. We but offend him. [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, [Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,2 3 2 Whose-infinite breast-] means whose boundless surface. eyeless venom'd worm,] The serpent, which we, from the smallness of his eyes, call the blind-worm, and the Latins, cæcilia. - below crisp heaven-] i. e. curled, bent, hollow. * Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;] The sense is this: O nature! cease to produce men, ensear thy womb; but if thou wilt continue to produce them, at least cease to paniper them; dry up thy marrows, on which they fatten with unctuous morsels, thy vines, which give them liquorish draughts, and thy plow-torn leas. |