Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.— Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators. 1st Lord. How now, my lords? 2nd Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury? 3rd Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 4th Lord. I have lost my gown. 3rd Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. Did you see my jewel? 4th Lord. Did you see my cap? 2nd Lord. Here 'tis. 4th Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next [Exeunt. day stones. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Nor has he with him to supply his life, Or that which can command it. I'll follow, and inquire him out: SCENE III.-The Woods. Enter TIMON. [Exit. Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb tunes; The greater scorns the lesser :-not nature, Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord; The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides; The want that makes him lean. Who dares,-who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, And say, "This man's a flatterer?" If one be, Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; That makes the wappened widow wed again: But yet I'll bury thee. Thou 'lt go, strong thief, [Keeping some gold. Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike manner: PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Alcib. Speak, what art thou there? Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart. For shewing me again the eyes of man! Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man? Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns To thine own lips again. Alcib. 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 suns to borrow of. Alcib. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee? Tim. None, but to maintain my opinion. Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none. -If thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man!—if thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou 'rt a man! Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity. Alcib.I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Are drowned and lost in his calamities.— I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,— Tim. I pr'y thee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Tim. How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble? I had rather be alone. Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest; and thee after, when thou hast conquered! Alcib. Why me, Timon? Tim. That, by killing of villains, thou wast born to conquer my country. Put up thy gold: Go on,-here's gold,—go on; Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milkpaps That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut, And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects; Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,Although I know you'll swear, terribly swear, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, The immortal gods that hear you,-spare your oaths; I'll trust to your conditions. 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, In hollow bones of men; strike their sharp shins, And not believes himself: down with the nose, And let the unscarred braggarts of the war Phry. More counsel with more money, boun- 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. Men daily find it. Get thee away, Alcib. Strike. We but offend him. [Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA. Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkind ness, Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou, [Digging. Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast Yield him who all thy human sons doth hate, 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! place? This slave-like habit? and these looks of care? come To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my like ness. 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 on warm? Will these mossed trees, That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, |