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Phi. All our bills.

To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling Tim. Knock me down with 'em : cleave me to Upon the head of valour; which, indeed, the girdle.

Is valour misbegot, and came into the world Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,

When sects and factions were newly born : Tim. Cut my heart in sums.

He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

The worst that man can breathe ; and make his Tim. Tell out my blood.

wrongs Luc. Serv. Five thousand crown, my lord. His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly; Tim. Five thousand drops pays that. –

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, What yours ? — and yours?

To bring it into danger. I Var. Sero. My lord,

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, 2 Var. Serv. My lord,

What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill ? Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon Alcib. My lord,


1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw To revenge is no valour, but to bear. their caps at their money; these debts may well be Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. If I speak like a captain.

[Ereunt. Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,

And not endure all threatnings ? sleep upon it, Re-enter Timon and FLAVIUS.

And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the Without repugnancy? but if there be slaves :

Such valour in the bearing, what make we Creditors ! - devils.

Abroad ? why then, women are more valiant, Fler. My dear lord,

That stay at home, if bearing carry it; Tim. What if it should be so ?

And th' ass, more captain than the lion; the felon, Flam. My lord,

Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge, Tin. I'll have it so:— My steward!

If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, Flar. Here, my lord.

As you are great, be pitifully good : Tim So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ? Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all :

To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
I'll once more feast the rascals.

But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
O my lord.

To be in anger, is impiety;
You only speak from your distracted soul; But who is man, that is not angry?
There is not so much left, to furnish out

Weigh but the crime with this.
A moderate table.

2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Be't not in thy care ; go,


In vain ? his service dono I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. Were a sufficient briber for his life.

(Exeunt. 1 Sen. What's that?

Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, h'as done fair SCENE V. The same. The Senate House.


And slain in fight many of your enemies : The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.

How full of valour did he bear himself 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds ? Bloody ; 'tis necessary he should die :

2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Is a sworn rioter: h’as a sin that often 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner : Alcid. Honour, health, and compassion to the If there were no foes, that were enough alone senate !

To overcome him : in that beastly fury 1 Sen. Now, captain ?

He has been known to commit outrages, Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; And cherish factions : 'Tis inferr'd to us, For pity is the virtue of the law,

His days are foul, and his drink dangerous. And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

1 Sen. He dies. It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy

Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,

My lords, if not for any parts in him, Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, To those that, without heed, do plunge into it. And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, He is a man, setting his fate aside,

Take my deserts to his, and join them both : Of comely virtues :

And, for I know, your reverend ages love i Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ;

Security, I'll pawn my victories, all (An honour in him, which buys out his fault,) My honour to you, upon his good returns, But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,

If by this crime he owes the law his life, Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,

Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore ; He did oppose his foe:

For law is strict, and war is nothing more. And with such sober and unnoted passion

1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,

On height of our displeasure : Friend, or brother, As if he had but pror'd an argument.

He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. I Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,

Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair :

I do beseech you, know me. Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd 2 Sen. How?



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Alcib. Call me to your remembrances.

2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more 3 Sen.

What? willing, than we your lordship. Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; Tim. (Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; It could not else be, I should prove so base, such summer-birds are men. - Gentlemen, our din To sue, and be denied such common grace: ner will not recompense this long stay : feast your My wounds ache at you.

ears with the musick awhile ; if they will fare so 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger ?

harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't pre'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;

sently, We banish thee for ever.

i Lord. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Alcib. Banish me?

lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger. Banish your dotage ; banish usury,

Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you, That makes the senate ugly.

2 Lord. My noble lord, 1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain Tim. Ah, my good friend! what cheer? thee,

(The banquet brought in. Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick our spirit,

of shame, that, when your lordship this other day He shall be executed presently. (Exeunt Senators. sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar. Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that Tim. Think not on't, sir.

2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before, Only in bone, that none may look on you !

Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. I am worse than mad: I have kept back their Çome, bring in all together. foes,

2 Lord. All covered dishes! While they have told their money, and let out 1 Lord. Royal cheer, I warrant you. Their coin upon large interest ; I myself,

3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the sea Rich only in large hurts ; - All those, for this ? son, can yield it. : Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate

1 Lord. How do you? What's the news ? Pours into captains' wounds ? ha! banishment ? 3 Lord. Alcibiades is banished : Hear you of it? It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;

1 & 2 Lord. Alcibiades banished ! It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,

3 Lord. "Tis so, be sure of it. That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up

1 Lord. How? how ? My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.

2 Lord. I pray you, upon what? 'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds ;

Tim.. My worthy friends, will you draw bear? Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. 3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble

[Exit. feast toward.

2 Lord. This is the old man still. SCENE VI. - A magnificent Room in Timon's 3 Lord. Will't hold, will’t hold ? House.

2 Lord. It does : but time will — and so

3 Lord. I do conceive. Musick. Tables set out : Servants attending. Enter Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as be divers Lords, at several doors,

would to the lip of his mistress : your diet shall be 1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir. in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to

2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first honourable lord did but try us this other day. place : Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.

1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered : I hope it is not so low with him, as

You greut benefactors, sprinkle our society aut he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.

thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yoursday 2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of praised : bat reserve still to givx, lest your desto be his new feasting.

despised. Lend to each man enough, that one mere 1 Lord. I should think so: He hath sent me an

not lend to another : for, were your godheads in der earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did

row of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of the

meat be beloved, more than the man that gives them, and I must needs appear. 2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my im- lains : If there si twelve women at the table, but

dozen of them be - as they are. - The reste ಭರportunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me,

fees, O gods, - the senators of Athens, together that my provision was out.

the common lag of people, what is a miss in the 1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I under- you gods, make suitable for destruction. For thes stand how all things go.

present friends, as they are to me nothing, sin 2 Lord. Every man here's so.

What would he thing bless them, and to nothing they are welcome have borrowed of you ?

Uncover, dogs, and lap. 1 Lord. A thousand pieces.

[The dishes uncovered, are full of wara waka 2 Lord. A thousand pieces !

Some speak. What does his lordship mean? 1 Lord. What of you?

Some other, I know not. 3 Lord. He sent to me, sir, -Here he comes. Tim. May you a better feast never behold, Enter Timon, and Attendants.

You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luksure

water Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both: - And your perfection. This is Timon's last ; how fare you?

Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries, 1 Lord. Ever at the best, bearing well of your Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces lordship.

[Throwing water in their four Your reeking villainy. Lire loath'd, and long, 2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,

fury? Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, Ś Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies, 4 Lord. I have lost my gown. Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks ! 3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but Of man, and beast, the infinite malady

humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other Crust you quite o'er ! - What, dost thou go? day, and now he has beat it out of my hat; - Did Soft, take thy physick first-thou too,--and thou ;- you see my jewel ?

(throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. 4 Lord. Did you see my cap ? Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. - 2 Lord. Here 'tis. What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,

4 Lord. Here lies my gown. Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.

1 Lord. Let's make no stay. Burn, house ; sink, Athens ! henceforth hated be 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad. Of Timon, man, and all humanity. (Erit. 3 Lord.

I feel't upon my bones. Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.

4 Lord. One day he gives us diainonds, next day stones.

(Exeuni. 1 Lord. How now, my lords ?


SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Timon's SCENE I. - Without the Walls of Athense.

Enter Timon.

Enter FLAVIUS, with Two or Three Servants.
Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, 1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our
That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,

master? And fence not Athens ! Matrons turn incontinent; Are we undone ? cast off? nothing remaining? Obedience fail in children ! slaves, and fools,

Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you? Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, And minister in their steads! to general filths) I am as poor as you. Convert o'the instant, green virginity !

1 Serv.

Such a house broke! Do't in your parent's eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not Rather than render back, out with your knives, One friend to take his fortune by the arm, And cut your trusters' throats ! bound servants, And go along with him! steal !

2 Sery.

As we do turn our backs Large-banded robbers your grave masters are, From our companion, thrown into his grave; And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! son of sixteen, Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, Pluck the lin’d crutch from the old limping sire, Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self, With it beat out his brains! piety and fear,

A dedicated beggar to the air, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,

With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Domestick awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Walks, like contempt, alone. - More of our Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

fellows. Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries,

Enter other Servants. And yet confusion live ! - Plagues, incident to Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. men,

3 Serv. Yet do our bearts wear Timon's livery, Your potent and infectious fevers heap

That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, Serving aliké in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark ; Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth ; Into this sea of air. That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, Flav.

Good fellows all, And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Wherever we shall meet, for Tinon's sake, Be general leprosy! breath infect breath ;

Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, That their society, as their friendship, may

As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortune, Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, We have seen better days. Let each take some ; But nakedness, thou détestable town!

(Giving them money, Take thou that too, with multiplying banns ! Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Timon will to the woods; where he shall find Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.

[Ereunt Servants. The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all,) O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! The Athenians both within and out that wall! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow Since riches point to misery and contempt? To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live

[Erit. But in a dream of friendship?


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To have his pomp, and all what state compounds, Do thy right nature. — [March afar off. ] - Ha! a But only painted, like his varnish'd friends ?

drum ? — Thou'rt quick, Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart; But yet I'll bury thee : Thou'lt go, strong thief, Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand : When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Nay, stay thou out for earnest. Keeping some gold. Who then dares to be half so kind again ?. For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.

Enter ALCIDADES, with drum and fife, in warlike My dearest lord, - bless'd, to be most accurs'd,

manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Rich, only to be wretched — thy great fortunes Alcib.

What art thou there? Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord ! Speak. He's Aung in rage from this ungrateful seat

Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy Of monstrous friends : nor has he with him to

heart, Supply his life, or that which can command it. For showing me again the eyes of man! I'll follow, and enquire him out:

Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ;

thee, Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. (Erit. That art thyself a man?

Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind. SCENE III. The Woods.

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,

That I might love thee something.
Enter Timon.


I know thee well; Tim. O blessed bleeding sun, draw from the But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange. earth

Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb

know thee, Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb, I not desire to know. Follow thy drum; Whose procreation, residence, and birth,

With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Scarce is dividant, — touch them with several for- Religious canons, civil laws are cruel ; tunes ;

Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature,

Hath in her more destruction than thy sword, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, For all her cherubin look. But by contempt of nature.


Thy lips rot off! Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord :

Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, To thine own lips again. The beggar native honour.

Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change? It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,

Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who But then renew I could not, like the moon; dares,

There were no suns to borrow of. In purity of manhood stand upright,


Noble Timon, And say, This man's a flatterer ? if one be, What friendship may I do thee ? So are they all; for every grize of fortune


None, but to Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate Maintain my opinion. Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ;


What is it, Timon ? There's nothing level in our cursed natures,

Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: Il But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr’d Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !

Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound three, His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains : For thou'rt a man! Destruction fang mankind !. Earth, yield me Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. roots!

(Digging. T'im. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate

Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. With thy most operant poison! What is here ? Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens !

world Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, Voic'd so regardfully? fair;


Art thou Timandra? Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, Timan. Yes.. valiant.

Tim. Be a whore still ! they love thee not, theni Ha, you gods! why this ? What this, you gods?

use thee; Why this

Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : For tubs, and baths ; bring down rose-cheeked youth This yellow slave

To the tub-fast, and the diet. Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd ; Timan.

Hang thee, monster! Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,

Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra ; for his wits And give them title, knee, and approbation, Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. With senators on the bench : this is it,

I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; The want whereof doth daily make revolt She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores In my penurious band; I have heard, and griev'd, Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth, To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states. Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Among the rout of nations, I will make thee

Tim. I pr'ytbee, beat thy drum, and get thee gasa

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Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. That he may never more false title plead, Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen, trouble?

That scolds against the quality of Aesh, I had rather be alone.

And not believes himself: down with the nose, Alcib.

Why, fare thee well Down with it Aat; take the bridge quite away Here's some gold for thee.

Of him, that his particular to foresee, Tim.

Keep't, I cannot eat it. Smells from the general weal : make curl'd-pate Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a

ruffians bald ; heap,

And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ?

Derive some pain from you': Plague all ; Alcib.

Ay, Timon, and have cause. That your activity may defeat and quell Tin. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest; The source of all erection. — There's more gold: and

Do you damn others, and let this damn you, Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!

And ditches grave you all ! Alcib.

Why me, Timon ? Phr. of Timan. More counsel with more money, Tim. That,

bounteous Timon. By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer T'im. More whore, more mischief first; I have

given you earnest. Put up thy gold; Go on, - here's gold, — go on; Alcib. Štrike up the drum towards Athens. FareBe as a planetary plague, when Jove

well, Timon; Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again. In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one :

Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,

Alcib. I never did thee harm.
He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron; Tim. Yes, thou spok’st well of me.
It is her habit only that is honest,


Call'st thou that harm Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek

Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, Make søft thy trenchant sword; for those milk paps, And take thy beagles with thee. That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Alcib.

We but offend him. Are not within the leaf of pity writ,

Strike. Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe, [Drum beats. Ereunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;

and TIMANDRA. Think it a bastard, whom the oracle

T'im. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Should yet be hungry! - Common mother, thou, And mince it sans remorse: Swear against objects;

[Digging. Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.

With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; giv'st me,

Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, Not all thy counsel.

From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root ! Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, upon thee!

Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Pkr. & Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon: Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears ; Hast thou more?

Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, Hath to the marbled mansion all above
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Never presented ! — 0, a root, - Dear thanks!
You aprons mountant : You are not oathable. Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts,
Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
The immortal gods that hear you,- spare your oaths, That from it all consideration slips
I'll trust to your conditions: Be whores still;

And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up ; More man? Plague! plague !
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

Apen. I was directed hither : Men report, And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them. months,

Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog Be quite contrary : And thatch your poor thin roofs Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee With burdens of the dead; --some that were hang'd, Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected ; No matter : - wear them, betray with them: whore A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung still ;

From change of fortune. Why this spade ? this Paint till a horse may mire upon your face :

place? A pox of wrinkles !

This slave-like habit ? and these looks of care ? Phr. of Timan. Well, more gold;- What then?- Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; Belier't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot Tim. Consumptions sow

That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, la hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, By putting on the cunning of a carper. And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, Be thou a-fatterer now, and seek to thrive

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