Let your close fire predominate his smoke, months, Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs 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, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, That he may never more false title plead, Nor sound his quillets* shrilly: hoar the flamen, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald ; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war 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. 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. * Subtilties. Call'st thou that harm? + Entomb. 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, Never presented!-O, a root,-Dear thanks! Enter Apemantus. More man? Plague! plague! Apem. I was directed hither: Men report, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee! Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? Boundless surface. The serpent called the blind-worm. Bent. This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel come, To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just, A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; O! thou shalt find Tim. A fool of thee: Depart. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Apem. Tim. Why? Thou flatter'st misery. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. i. e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. Apem. To vex thee. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Dost please thyself in't? Apem. Ay. What! a knave too? Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before*: The one is filling still, never complete; The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. The sweet degrees that this brief world affords Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyself In general riot; melted down thy youth The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men At duty, more than I could frame employment; * i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate men? They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? Apem. Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Apem. No prodigal. Tim. Art thou proud yet? I, that I was I, that I am one now; Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, Apem. [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 botch'd; If not, I would it were. Apem. What would'st 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. Tim. The best, and truest : 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 would'st thou send it? |