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. 289 And mince it sans remorse*: Swear against objects t; Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. 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

upon thee!
Phr. 8 Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon:

Hast thou more?
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her

trade,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprops mountant: You are not oathable,
Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, .
Into strong sludders, and to heavenly agues,
The immortal gods that hear you,-spare your oaths,
I'll trust to your conditions 1: Be whores still;
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six

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

still;
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
A pox of wrinkles !

Phr. f Timan. Well, more gold; What then ?Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold. . · Tim. Consumptions sow

. Without pity.
ti.e. Against objects of charity and compassion.

Vocations,
VOL. VI.

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 famen,
That scolds against the quality of flesh,
And not believes himself: down with the nose,
Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
Of him, that his particular to foresee,
Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruf.

fians 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 gravet you all!
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, Fare

well, Timon:
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again,

Tim. If I hope well, l'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.

We but offend him.Strike.

(Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia,

and Timandra. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!-Commou mother, thou,

[Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast t, Teems, and feeds all; whose self.same mettle,

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Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm*,
With all the abhorred births below crispt heaven
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thiy 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 pure mind,
That from it all consideration slips !

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? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes i, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carperg. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee,

• The serpent called the blind.worm, t Bent. 1 i.e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. ý i. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.

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 wel.

come,
To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just,
That thou turn rascal; had'st 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 op 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'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures, Whose naked natures live in all the spite Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, To the conflicting elements expos'd, 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. Tim. I hate thee worse. Apem.

Why? Tim.

Thou flatter'st misery. Apem. I Aatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Tim. Why dost thou seek me out? Apem.

To vex thee.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't?
Apem.

Ay.
Tim. .

What! a kuave 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 oue is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Tim. Not by bis breatht, that is more miserable,
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath f, pro.

ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou would'st have plunged thy

self In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary; The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of

men 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 should'st 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

* i.e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. + By his voice, sentence. From infancy.

The cold admonitions of cautious prudence.

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