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 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. 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 not not fubject to a beaft? and what a beaft art thou already, and feeft not thy lofs in transformation Įranga 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, 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. Apem. Thou art too bad to curfe. Tim. All villains that do ftand by thee, are pure... Apem. I would thou wouldst burst! Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am forry I Shall lofe a stone by thee Apem Beaft! Tim. Slave! Apem. Toad! Tim. Rogue! 10 ། ། I am fick of this falfe world, and will love nought P Looking on the gold. 'Twixt natural fon and fire! thou bright defiler And mak’ft them kifs! that speak'st with every tongue M To every purpose! Oh, thou touch of hearts! But not 'till I am dead! I'll fay th' haft gold; 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. mantus. 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. 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; *།: 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," ! More than you rob, takes wealth, and life together. 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 be true. Flav ACT V. SCENE 1. The Woods and Timon's Cave. Enter Flavius to Timon. Gods! [Exeux Is yon defpis'd and raiñous man my Lord ? And wonder of good deeds evilly beftow'd! Those that would mischief me, than those that dơ. 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. Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief For his undone Lord, than mine eyes for you. [thee, 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. T'accept |