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for the contrary. * What things in the world canft tho neareft compare to thy flatterers?

Tim. Women neareft; but men, men are the things themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?

Apem. Give it the beafts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Wouldft thou have thy felf fall in the confufion of men, and remain a beaft with the beafts?

Apem. Ay, Timon,

Tim. A beaftly ambition, which the Gods grant thee t'attain to! If thou wert a lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb the fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would fufpect thee, when peradventure thou wert accus'd by the afs; if thou wert the afs, thy dulnefs would torment thee; and still thou'dft live but as a breakfast to the wolf. If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee;; and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own felf the conqueft of thy fury. + Wert thou a bear, thou wouldst be kill'd by the horfe; wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be feized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the fpots of thy kindred were juv rors on thy life, All thy fafety were remotion, and thy defence abfence. What beaft couldft thou be, that were

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the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it.

Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.,

Avem. Doft hate a medlar?

Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.

Apem. An th' hadit hated mediers fooner, thou should have loved thy felf better now.

What man didit thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means?

Tim. Who without thofe means thou talk'ft of, didft thou ever know beloved?

Arem. My felf.

Tim. I understand thee, thou hadft fome means to keep a dog.
Apem. What things, &c.

The account given of the Unicorn is this: that he and the Lion being enemies by nature, as foon as the Lion fees the Unicorn he betakes himself to a tree: The Unicorn in his fury and with all the Swiftucfs of his courfe running at him sticks his horn faft in the tree, and then the Lion falls upon him and kills him. Gener Hiit. Ani

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Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou might'ft have hit upon it here. The commonwealth of Atbens is become a foreft of beafts,

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Tim. How has the afs broke the wall, that thou art out dof the city?

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to fpit upon.
A plague on thee !

Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe.

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Tim. All villains that do ftand by thee, are pure...
Apem. There is no leprofie but what thou speak'ft.
1 Tim. I'd beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
Apem. I would nay tongue could rot them off!
Tim. Away, thou iffue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive;
I fwoon to fee thee.

Apem. I would thou wouldst burst!

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Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I

Shall lofe a stone by thee

Apem Beaft!

Tim. Slave!

Apem. Toad!

Tim. Rogue!

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I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought
But ev❜n the meer neceffities upon it.
Then, Timon, prefently prepare thy grave;
Lye where the light foam of the feal may beat
Thy grave-ftone daily; make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others lives may laugh.
O thou sweet King-killer, and dear divorce

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Looking on the gold.

'Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's pureft bed! thou valiant Mars,
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the confecrated fnow,
That lyes on Dian's lap ! thou visible God,
That fouldreft clofe impoffibilities,

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And mak’ft them kifs! that speak'st with every tongue

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To every purpose! Oh, thou touch of hearts!
Think thy flave man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beafts
May have the world in empire.
Apem. Would 'twere fo,

But not 'till I am dead! I'll fay th' haft gold;
Thou wilt be throng'd to fhortly.

Tim. Throng'd to?

Apem. Ay

Tim. Thy back, I pr'ythee: live and love thy mifery Long live fo or fo die, fo I am quit.

Mo things like men? eat, Timon, and abhor them.

When I know not what

[Seeing the Thieves. Apem. The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. elfe to do, I'll see thee again. Tim. When there is nothing be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Ape[Exit Apem.

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living but thee, thou fhalt

SCENE VII. Enter Thieves.

1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is fome poor fragment, fome flender ort of his remainder: the meer want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy.

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

3 Thief. Let us make the affay upon him; if he care not for't, he will fupply us eafily: if he covetonfly referve it, how fhall's get it?

2 Thief. True for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid 1 Thief. Is not this he?

All. Where?

2 Thief. 'Tis his description.
3 Thief. He; I know him.
All. Save thee, Timon!
Tim. Now, thieves!

All. Soldiers; not thieves.

Tim. Both, both, and womens fons.

All. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of men. Why should you want? behold, the earth hath roots;

Within this mile break forth an hundred fprings;
The oaks bear mafts, the briers scarlet hips.
The bounteous hufwife nature on each bush
Lays her full mefs before you. Want? why want?

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1 Thief. We cannot live on grafs, on berries, water, As beafts, and birds, and fifhes.

Tim. Nor on the beafts themselves, the birds, and fifhés. You must eat men. Yet thanks I muft you con, That you are thieves profeft; that you work not In holier fhapes; for there is boundless theft In limited profeffions. Rafcals, thieves,

Here's gold, Go, fuck the fubtle blood o'th' grape!!! 'Till the high feaver feeth your blood to froth,

And fo 'fcape hanging. › Truft not the physician," !
His antidotes are poifon, and he flays

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More than you rob, takes wealth, and life together.
Do villainy, do, fince you profefs to do't,
Like workmen; I'll example you with thievery.
The fun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea. The moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire fhe fnatches from the fun.
The fea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves
The mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief, w
That feeds and breeds by a composture ftoln
From gen❜ral excrement: each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not your felves, away,
Rob one another, there's more gold; cut throats;
All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
Break open fhops, for nothing can you fteal

But thieves do lofe it: fteal not lefs for what

I give, and gold confound you howfoever! Amen. [Exit. 3 Thief. H'as almoft charm'd me from my profeffion, by perfwading me to it.

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

2 Thief. Pll believe him as an enemy; and give over my trade.

1 Thief. Let us firft fee peace in Arbens.

2 Thief.

2 Thief. There is no time so miserable but á man ma

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Flav

ACT V. SCENE 1.

The Woods and Timon's Cave.

Enter Flavius to Timon.

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Gods!

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Is yon defpis'd and raiñous man my Lord ?
Full of decay and failing? oh monument

And wonder of good deeds evilly beftow'd!
What change of honour defp'rate want has made [
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
Who can bring nobleft minds to baseft ends?
How rarely does it meet with this time's guife,
When man was wifht to love his enemies!
Grant I may ever love and rather woo

Those that would mischief me, than those that dơ.
H'as caught me in his eye, I will present

My honeft grief to him; and, as my Lord,

Still ferve him with my life.

My deareft mafter

Tim. Away! what art thou?

Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir?

Tim. Why doft afk that? I have forgot all men. Then if thou granteft that thou art a man

I have forgot thee.

Flav. An honeft fervant.

Tim. Then I know thee not:

I ne'er had honeft man about me, all

I kept were knaves, to ferve in meat to villains.
Flav. The Gods are witnefs,

Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief

For his undone Lord, than mine eyes for you.

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Tim. What, doft thou weep? come nearer; then I love Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft Flinty mankind; whofe eyes do never give, But or through luft, or laughter. *

Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my Lord,

... or laughter. Pity's fleeping

Strange times that weep with laughing, not with weeping.
Flay, I beg of

T'accept

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