That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Smells from the general weal:' make curled-pate ruffians bald; And let the unscarred braggarts of the war Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon. 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. Alcib. I never did thee harm. Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me. Alcib. Tim. Men daily find it such. And take thy beagles with thee. Call'st thou that harm? Get thee away, 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, 1 To "foresee his particular" is "to provide for his private advantage, for which he leaves the right scent of public good." 2 To grave is to bury. The word is now obsolete, but was familiar to our old writers. The gilded newt, and eyeless, venomed worm,1 Enter APEMANTUS. More man? Plague! plague! Apem. I was directed hither. Men report, Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. A poor, unmanly melancholy, sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? 1 The serpent which we, from the smallness of the eye, call the blindworm, and the Latins cæcilia. 2 Perhaps Shakspeare meant curled (which was synonymous with crisp), from the appearance of the clouds. 3 Again in Othello: "Now by yon marble heaven." 4 i. e. their diseased, perfumed mistresses. 5 "Cunning of a carper" is the the fastidiousness of a critic. Shame not these words, says Apemantus, by coming here to find fault. By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee, Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel come, 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, To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures, Of wreakful heaven; whose bare, unhoused trunks, 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. To vex thee. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Apem. 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 Outlives incertain pomp, is crowned before:1 The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless, Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. 2 Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath,3 proceeded Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men men? They never flattered thee. What hast thou given? 1 To have wishes crowned is to have them completed, to be content. The highest fortunes, if contentless, have a wretched being, worse than that of the most abject fortune accompanied by content. 2 By his breath means by his voice, i. e. suffrage. 3 i. e. from infancy, from the first swath-band with which a new-born infant is enveloped. "There is in this speech a sullen haughtiness and malignant dignity, suitable at once to the lord and the man-hater. The impatience with which he bears to have his luxury reproached by one that never had luxury within his reach, is natural and graceful."-Johnson. 4 The old copy reads, "The passive drugges of it." Drug, or drugge, is only a variation of the orthography of drudge, as appears by Baret's Alvearie. 5 The cold admonitions of cautious prudence. Respect is regardful consideration. If thou wilt curse,-thy father, that poor rag, Art thou proud yet? I, that I was I, that I am one now; Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, Thus would I eat it. Apem. [Eating a root. Here; I will mend thy feast, [Offering him something. Tim. First mend my company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botched; If not, I would it were. Apem. What wouldst 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. The best, and truest; Tim. 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! Apem. Where wouldst thou send it? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too |