Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to fpit upon. A plague on thee! Apem. Thou art too bad to curse. 2 Tim. All villains that do ftand by thee, are pure. Apem. There is no leprofie but what thou fpeak'ft. Tim. 'I'd beat thee, but I should infect my hands. Atem. I would my tongue could rot them off! Tim. Away, thòu iffue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me, that thou art alive; 1 fwoon to fee thee. Apem. 'I would thou wouldst burft! Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I Shall lose a stone by thee. Apem. Beaft! Tim. Slave! Tim. 'Rogue! I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; [Looking on the gold. 'Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed! thou valiant Mars, Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, That lyes on Dian's lap! thou visible God, That fouldreft clofe impoffibilities, And mak'ft them kifs! that speak'ft with every tongue To every purpofe! Oh, thou touch of hearts! Think thy flave man rebels, and by thy virtue Apem. Would 'twere fo, But not 'till I am dead! I'll fay th' haft gold; 2 I'll 3 Would 4 Rogue! rogue! rogue! Thou Thou wilt be throng'd to fhortly. Tim. Throng'd to? Apem. Ay. s Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee: live and love thy mifery: Long live fo or fo die, so I am quit. Mo things like men? eat, Timon, and abhor them.` Apem. The plague of company will fear to catch it, and give way. what else to do, I'll fee thee again. [Seeing the Thieves. light upon thee! I When I know not Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Ape[Exit Apemantus. mantus. 1 Thief. Where fhould he have this gold? It is fome poor fragment, fome flender ort of his remainder: the meer want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is nois'd he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief Let us make the affay upon him; if he care not for't, he will fupply us eafily: if he covetously reserve it, how fhall's get it? 2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid. I Thief. Is not this he? All: Where? All. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. The bounteous hufwife nature on each bush Tim. Nor on the beafts themselves, the birds, and fifhes. Here's gold. Go, fuck the fubtle blood o' th' grape More than you rob, takes wealth, and life together. I give, and gold confound you howfoever! Amen. [Exit. 3 Thief. H'as almost charm'd me from my profession, by perfwading me to it. 1 Thief. 'Tis in his malice to mankind, that he thus advifes us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. 2 Thief. I'il believe him as an enemy; and give over my trade. 1 Thief. Let us firft fee peace in Athens. 1/2 Thief. There is no time fo miferable but a man may be true. [Exeunt. A CT V. SCENE I. The Woods and Timon's Cave. Enter Flavius to Timon. OH you Gods! FLAVIU S. Is yon defpis'd and ruinous man my Lord? Thofe that would mischief me, than thofe that do. Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir? 1 the malice of 2 this fpeech to 1 Thief in old edit. Warb. emend. Tim. 3 Tim. Why doft ask that? I have forgot all men. I have forgot thee. Flav. An honeft fervant. Tim. Then I know thee not: I ne'er had honeft man about me, all I kept were knaves, to ferve in meat to villains. Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief For his undone Lord, than mine eyes for you. [thee, Tim. What, doft thou weep? come nearer; then I love Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft Flinty mankind; whofe eyes do never give, But or through luft, or laughter. a Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my Lord, Tm. Had I a steward So true, fo juft, and now fo comfortable? Forgive my gen'ral and exceptlefs rashness, One honeft man: mistake me not, but one. Methinks thou art more honeft now than wife : Upon their firft Lord's neck. But tell me true, E 2 (a) or laughter. Pity's fleeping; Strange times! that weep with laughing, not with weeping. 3 wild. 4 a steward. (For |