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1 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.

HIS REFLECTIONS ON THE EARTH. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!--Common mother, thou,

[Digging, Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd wormt, With all the abhorred births below crispheaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears: Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented !-0, a root,-Dear thanks! Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, And morsels unctuous, greases

his That from it all consideration slips!

pure mind,

HIS DISCOURSE WITH APEMANTUS, Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung [place? From change of fortune. Why this spade? this * Boundless surface. + The serpent called the blind worm.

* Bent.

This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
Hug their diseas'd perfumes*, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
By putting on the cunning of a carpert,
Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus;
Thou gav'st thine ears,like tapsters, that bid welcome,
To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
Rascals should hav't. Do not assume my likeness.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself

. Apem. Thou hast cast" away thyself, being like

thyself; A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt on warm! Will these moss'd trees, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out. Will the cold

brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, To cure thy o'ernight's surfeit? call the creatures Whose naked natures live in all the spite Of wreakful heaven; whose baré unhoused trunks, To the conflicting elements expos'd, Answer mere nature,—bid them flatter thee; O! thou shalt find

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Tim. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. [arm

*ie. Their diseased perfumed mistresess. p i. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.

Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath*, pro:

ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thyself In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respectt, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary; [men The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of At duty, more than I could frame employment; That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare For every storm that blows;—1, to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden: Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou

hate men? They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? 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.

ON GOLD.

0, 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, lov’d, and delicate wooer, * From infancy. † The cold admonitions of cautious prudence

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; 0, 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!

TIMON TO THE THIEVES.

Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath

roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs: The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?

i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

(water, Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds,

and fishes; You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft In limitedt professions. Rascal thieves, (grape, Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, * For touchstone.

✓ For legal.

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into soft tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture* stol'n
From general excrement: each thing's a thief;
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves:

away;
Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats ;
All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go,
Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
But thieves do lose it.

ON HIS HONEST STEWARD.

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Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
One honest man,

-mistake me not,—but one:
No more, I pray,—and he is a steward.
How fain would I have hated all mankind,
And thou redeem'st thyself: But all, save thee,
I fell with curses.
Methinks thou art more honcst now, than wise;
For, by oppressing and betraying me,
Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
For many so arrive at second masters,
Upon their first lord's neck.

ACT V.

PROMISING AND PERFORMANCE.

Promising is the very air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of sayingt is quite

* Compost, manure. The doing of that we said we would do.

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