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Apem. There is no leprosy, but what thou speak'st.

Tim. If I name thee.-
I'll beat thee, but I should infect


hands. Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off!

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog !
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
I swoon to see thee:

'Would thou would'st burst! Tim.

Away, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose A stone by thee.

[Throws a stone at him. Арет. .

Beast! Tim.

Slave! Apem.

Toad! Tim.

Rogue, rogue, rogue ! [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. I am sick of this false world; and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon it. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, That death in me at others' lives may laugh. O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

[Looking on the gold. ?Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak’st with every


To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts !
Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!

Would 'twere so;-
But not till I am dead!—I'll say, thou hast gold:
Thou wilt be throngd to shortly.

Throng'd to? Арет. .

Ay. Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. Арет.

Live, and love thy misery! Tim. Long live so, and so die!--I am quit.

[Exit Apemantus. More things like men:-Eat, Timon, and abhor


Enter Thieves.

i Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder: The mere want of gold, and the fallingfrom of his friends, drove him into this melancholy

2 Thief. It is nois d, he hath a mass of treasure.

3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he care not for't, he will supply us easily;. If he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? 9 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him,

'tis hid. 1 Thief. Is not this he? Thietes. Where: 9 Thief: "Tis his description. 3 Thief. He; I know him.

Thieves. Save thee, Timon.
Tim. Now, thieves?
Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.
Tim. Both too; and women's sons.
Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much

do want.
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of

meat. Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath

roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs: The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? 1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries,

water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds,

and fishes; You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you con, That

you are thieves profess'd; that you work not
In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the

Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth,
And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than


rob: take wealth and lives together; Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge résolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief;
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away;
Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats;
All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go,
Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
But thieves do lose it: Steal not less, for this
I give you; and gold confound you howsoever!

[Timon retires to his care. 3 Thief. He has almost charm’d me from my profession, by persuading me to it.

1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.

2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.

1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens: There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true.

[Exeunt Thieves.

Enter Flavius.

Fluv. O you gods !
Is yon despis’d and ruinous man my lord?
Full of decay and failing? O monument
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd !
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!

What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends !
How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
When man was wish'd to love his enemies:
Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief me, than those that do!
He has caught me in his eye: I will present
My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,
Still serve him with my life.—My dearest master!

Timon comes forward from his cave.
T'im. Away! what art thou?

Have you forgot me, sir? Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; Then, if thou grant'st thou’rt man, I have forgot

Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.

I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
About me, I; all that I kept were knaves,
To serve-in meat to villains.

The gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord, than mine eyes


you. Tim. What, dost thou weep? -Come nearer;

then I love thee, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with

weeping! Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,


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