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. & 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, 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. & 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. In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, 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 The source of all erection.-There's more gold :- Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money, 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. 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. Strike. We but offend him. [Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra. Tim. 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, *Subtilties. + Entomb. Boundless surface. Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, 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? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? The serpent called the blind-worm, + Bent. i. e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. § i. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault. And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, To knaves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just, A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st 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. Apem. Tim. Why? Thou flatter'st misery. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Apem. To vex thee. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's. Dost please thyself in't? Apem. Tim. 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 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 plunged thy. self 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; men? They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? * i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. From infancy. By his voice, sentence. |