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for the contrary. * What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers ?

Tim. Women nearest ; 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 beasts, to be rid of the men.

Tim. Wouldst thou have thy self fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts ?

Apem. Ay, Timon.

Tim. A beastly 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 would eat thee ; if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accus'd by the als; if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee ; and fill thou’dst live but as a breakfast to the wolf. If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee; and oft thou shouldit hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury. † Wert thou a bear, thou wouldīt be kill'd by the horse ; wert thou a horse, thou wouldft be seized by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were ju. rors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, and thy defence ablence. What beast couldst thou be, that were

the contrary. There's a medlar for thce, eat it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Atem. Doft hate a medlar ?
Tim. Ay, though it look like thee.
Apem. An th' hadft hated medlers fooner, thou should it have

loved thy self better now.
What man didit thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after

his in ans?
Tim. Who without those means thou talk'st of, didit thou ever

know beloved ?
Avem. My self.
Tin. I understand thee, thou hadtt some means to keep a dog.
Anem. What things, &c.

The account given of the Unicorn is this: that he and the Lion being enemies by nature, as soon as the Lion fees the Unicorn he belakes himself to a tree : The Voicorn in his fury and with a!l the (wiftness of his course running at him iticks his horn fatt in the tree, and then the Lion falls upon him and kills him. Gejner Hist. Anis mat,

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not subject to a beaft? and what a beast art thou already, and seeft not thy loss in transformation !

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

Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city ?

Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
A plague on thee!

Apem. Thou art too bad to curse.
Tim. All villains that do stand by thee, are pure.
Apem. There is no leprosie but what thou speak't.
Tim. I'd beat thee, but I should infect my 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.

Apem. I would thou wouldīt burst!

Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue, I am sorry I
Shall lose a stone by thee.

Apem. Beaft!
Tim, Slave!
Apem. Toad !

Tim. Rogue !
I am fick of this false world, and will love nought
But ev’n the meer necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave ;
Lye where the light foam of the sea 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

(Looking on the gold,
'Twixt natural son and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Pymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars,

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow,
That lyes on Dian's lap! thou visible God,
That souldrest close impossibilities,
And mak't them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue

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mantus.

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

Apem. Would 'twerę fo,
But not 'till I am dead! I'll say th' haft gold 3
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

Tim. Throng'd to ?
Apem.

Ay
Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee: live and love thy misery:
Long live so or so die, so I am quit.
Mo things like men? eat, Timon, and abhor them.

[Seeing the Thieves. Apemi, The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.

Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, thou Chale be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Ape.

[Exit Apem, SCENE VII. Enter Thieves. I Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is some poor fragment, some Nender ort of his remainder : the meer want of gold, and the falling off of friends, drove him into this melancholy.

2 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 supply us easily: if he covetoully reserve it, how shall's get it?

2 Thief. True ; for he bears it not about him: 'tis hid. 1 Thief. Is not this be? 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 Tons. 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 springs ;
The oaks bear masts, the briers scarlet hips.
The bounteous buswife nature on each buih
Lays her full mess before you. Want ? why want ?

i Tbief. 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 muft you con, That you are thieves profeft; that you work not In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft In limited professions. Rascals, thieves, Here's gold. Go, fuck the subtle blood o'th' grape 'Till the high feaver seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging. Trust not the physician, His antidotes are poison, and he says More than you rob, takes wealth, and life together. Do villainy, do, fince 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 fea. The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun. The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The mounds into falt tears. The earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stoln 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 selves, away, Rob'one another, there's more gold; cut throats ; All that you meet are thieves : to Atbens go, Break open shops, for nothing can you fteal But thieves do lose it: steal not less for what I give, and gold confound you howsoever! Amen. [Exit.

3 Tbief. H'as almost charm’d me from my profession, by perswading me to it.

i Thief. 'Tis in his malice to 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 Tbief. Let us firft see peace in Albons.

2 Thief. 2 Thief. There is no time so miserable but a man may be true.

[Excurt.
ACT v. SCÉN È İ.
The Woods and Timon's Cave.

Enter Flavius to Timon.
H
Is

yon despis’d and ruinous man my Lord ?
Full of decay and failing? ob monument
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd !
What change of honour desp'rate want has made !
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
Who can bring noblest minds to baseft ends ?
How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
When man was wisht to love his enemies !
Grant I may ever love and rather woo
Those that would mischief me, than those that do.
H'as caught me in his

eye,

I will present
My honeft grief to him; and, as my Lord,
Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

Tim. Away! what art thou ?
Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir ?

Tim. Why doft ask that? Í have forgot all men.
Then if thou grantest that thou art a man
I have forgot thee.

Flav. An honest fervant.
Tim. Then I know thee not :
I ne'er had honest man about me,

all
I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

Flav. The Gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone Lord, than mine eyes for you.

Tim. What, doft thou weep? come nearer ; then I love
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'ft [thee,
Flinty mankind; whose 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 sleeping; Strange times that weep with laughing, not with weeping, Flav, I beg of -...

T'accept

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