Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self, 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. The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, [Giving them Money. To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. Supply his life, or that which can command it. I'll serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. SCENE III. The Woods. Enter TIMON. [Exit. 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,- 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; 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, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Do thy right nature.-[ March afar off]-Ha! a Drum ? But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, Alcib. Speak. What art thou there? 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. Phry. Thy lips rot off! 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. Alcib. Noble Timon, None, but to 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 perforin, 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. Art thou Timandra? Yes. Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. 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, The want whereof doth daily make revolt Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, upon them, get thee gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. D Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost trouble? I had rather be alone. Alcib. Why, fare thee well: Keep't, I cannot eat it. Here's some gold for thee. Tim. 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. Tim. That, Why me, Timon? Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,-go on; Will o'er some high-vic'd 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 pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou thee! |