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This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
A fool of thee: Depart.
Thou flatter'st misery.
To vex thee.
What! a kpave too? Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable.
Art thou proud yet?
I, that I was
Tim. 1, that I am one now;
[Eating a Root. Арет.
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 wouldst thou have to Athens?
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Apem. Here is no use for gold..
The best, and truest :
Under that's above me. Where feed'st thoa 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?
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. An thou hadst hated medlers 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?
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; hut 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 tbe 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 kill'd by the horse: wert thou a horse, 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 mightest 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
Tim. If I name thee. -
Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off!
Tim, Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
*'Would thou wouldst burst!
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, loy'd, 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 touch of hearts ! Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds, that beasts May have the world in empire!