Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Fare well, 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. And take thy beagles with thee. Alcib. Strike. Get thee away, 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, Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears; 2 Boundless surface. 3 The serpent called the blind-worm. 4 Bent. 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? & 2 5 i. e. Their diseased perfumed mistresses. 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,, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks, Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee; 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? 1 Apem. If thou didst put this sour cold habit on 7 i. e. Arrives sooner at the completion of its wishes. The other, at high wish: Best state, contentless, Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable. 8 Tim. Not by his breath, 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, proceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyself In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? 8 By his voice, sentence. 9 From infancy. Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Apem. Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Apem. No prodigal. Tim. Art thou proud yet? I, that I was I, that I am one now ;` Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.- Apem. [Eating a root. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. thine. Tim. "Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were. Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. Apem. Here is no use for gold. Tim. The best, and truest: For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon? Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o'days, Apemantus ? Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! |