Who seeks for better of thee, fawce his palate Thus much of this will make black, white; foul, fair; Wrong, right; bafe, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. You Gods! why this?'why this? you Gods!-why, Will lug your priefts and fervants from your fides: [this Pluck fick mens pillows from below their heads. This yellow flave 2 1 Will knit and break religions; blefs th' accurs'd; Do thy right nature-[ March afar off.] Ha! a drum ?— thou'rt quick, But yet I'll bury thee thou❜lt go (ftrong thief) When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand. Nay, tay thou out for earneft. [Keeping fome gold. SCENE IV. Enter Alcibiades with drum and fife in warlike manner, and Phrynia and Timandra. Alc. What art thou there? fpeak. Tim. A beaft, as thou art. Cankers gnaw thy heart For fhewing me again the eyes of man! Alc. What is thy name? is man fo hateful to thee, That art thy felf a man? Tim. I am Mifanthropos, and hate mankind. D 3 For I this is it 2 wappen'd... old edit. Warb. emend. 3 She, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. Tim. I know thee too, and more than as I know thee I not defire to know. Follow thy drum, 'And with man's blood paint all the ground gules, gules; Religious canons, civil laws are cruel, Then what should war be? this fell whore of thine Hath in her more deftruction than thy fword, For all her cherubin look. Phry. Thy lips rot off! Tim. I will not kifs thee, then the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alc. 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 funs to borrow of. Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee? Tim. None, but to maintain my opinion. Alc. What is it, Timon? Tim. Promife me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not promife, the Gods plague thee, for thou art a man if thou doft perform, confound thee, for thou art a man! Alc. I've heard in fome fort of thy miferies. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this th' Athenian minion, whom the world Voic'd fo regardfully? Tim. Art thou Timandra? Timan. Yes. Tim. Be a whore ftill: they love thee not that ufe thee: Give them difeafes, leaving with thee their luft: Make ufe of thy falt hours, feason the flaves For tubs and baths, bring down the rofe-cheek'd youth 4 With man's blood paint the 5/To ''To th' tub-faft, and the diet. Timan. Hang thee, monster! Alc. Pardon him, fweet Timandra, for his wits I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, 6 In my penurious band. I have heard` and griev'd, Alc. Why, fare thee well, Here's gold for thee. Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it. Alc. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap Tim. Warr'ft thou 'gainst Athens? Alc. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The Gods confound them all then in thy conqueft, And after, Thee, when thou haft conquered! Alc. 9 'But why me, Timon? Tim. That by 'killing villains 2. Thou waft born to make conqueft of my country. Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poifon Her felf's a bawd. Let not the virgin's cheek Make foft thy trenchant fword; for thofe milk-paps 3 D 4 Are Are not within the leaf of pity writ, 4 Set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe Hath doubtfully pronounc'd, thy throat fhall cut, Whofe proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Alc. Haft thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou giv'ft me, not thy counfel. [thee! Th' immortal Gods that hear you. Spare your oaths: 8 And be no turn-coats: yet may your pains 'exterior` Wear them, betray with them; and whore on ftill. A pox of wrinkles! Both. Well, more gold what then? Believe that we'll do any thing for gold. Tim. Confumptions fow In hollow bones of man, ftrike their fharp fhins, And 4 exhauft 5 whom 6 against 7 whole a bawd or whore a bawd 8 fix months And mar mens 'fparring. Crack the lawyer's voice, And not believes himself. Down with the nofe, Smells from the gen'ral weal. Make curl'd-pate'ruffians The war derive fome pain from you. Plague all; The fource of all erection. There's more gold. Both. More counsel with more mony, bounteous Timon. Alc. Strike up the drum tow'rds Athens ; farewel, Timon: If I thrive well, I'll vifit thee again. Tim. If I hope well, I'll never fee thee more. Alc. I never did thee harm. Tim. Yes, thou fpok'ft well of me. Alc. Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Men daily find it. Get thee hence away, Alc. We but offend him: ftrike. And take thy beagles with thee. [Exeunt Alcib. Phrynia and Timandra. SCENE. V. Tim. That Nature being fick of man's unkindness Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou Whose womb unmeafurable, and infinite breast Teems, and feeds all: oh thou! whofe felf-fame mettle Whereof thy proud child arrogant man is puft, Engenders the black toad and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyelefs venom'd worm ; With all th' abhorred births below crifp heav'n Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth fhine 9 fcurring. 1 ruffians bald, Yield |