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be hungry! Common mother, thou Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast Teems, and feeds all; oh thou! whose self-fame
mettle (Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft)
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, : The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm;
With all th' abhorred births below cript heav'n, : Whereon Hyperion's quickning fire doth shine ;
Yield him, who all thy human fons does hate,
Let it no more bring out to ingrateful man.
Dry up thy harrow'd veins, and plough-torn leas, : Whereof ingrateful man with liqu’rilh draughts 5 And morsels undious, greases his pure mind,
That from it all confideration flips.
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* Let it no more bring out ingrateful Man.] This is an absurd Reading. Shakespear Wrote,
bring out to ingrateful Man, i. e. Fruits for his Sustinence and Support; but let it rather teen with Monsters to his Deltrudion. Vol. VII.
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou doft not keep a dog Whom I would imitate ; consumption catch thee!
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affeded, A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade ? this
place? This flave-like habit, and these looks of care ? Thy flatt'rers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft; Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these weeds, By putting on the cunning of a carper. Bé thou a flatt'rer now, and seek to thrive By that which has undone thee, hinge thy knee, And let his very breath, whom thou'lt observe, Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious ftrain, And call it excellent. Thou waft told thus: Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid welcome To knäves, and all approachers: 'Tis most just That thou turn rascal: hadst thou wealth again, Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness
. Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. Apem. Thou'st cast away thyfelf, being like thy
self, So long a mad-man, now a fool. What, think'st thou, That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt on warm ? will these moss'd trees, That have our liv'd the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out? will the cold
Tim. A fool of thee; depart.
Tim. I hate thee worse.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Apem. If thou didft put this four cold habit on
Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. Thou art a flave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clafpt ; but bred a dog. Hadit thou, like us, from our first swath proceeded Through sweet degrees that this brief world affords, To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command; thou wouldit have plung’d thy
self In general riot, melted down thy youth In different beds of luft, and never learn'd The icy precepts of respe&, but followed The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confe&ionary, The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, the hearts of
"At duty, more than I could frame employments;
Fall'n from their boughs, and left me open, bare
Apem. Art thou proud yet?
Tim. I, that I am one now.
[Eating a root.
thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botcht; 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 truelt:
Apem. Where ly'st o'nights, Timon ?
Tim. Under that's above me.
Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or rather, where I eat it.
Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind!
Apem. Where would'At thou send it?
Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mockt thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despis'd for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.
Tim. On what I hate I feed not.
Apem. An th' hadst hated medlers sooner, thou fhould'It have loved thyself better now.
What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means ?
Tim. Who, without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved ?
Tim. I understand thee, thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
Apem. What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?
Tim. Women nearest; but men, men, are the things themselves. What wouldlt thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power ?
Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. Tim. Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
men, or remain a beast with the beasts ?
T'im. A beastly ambition, which the Gods grant thee to attain to! If thou wert a lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert a lamb, the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would fufpe& thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accus'd by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would tornent thee; and still thou liv'dit but as a break