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Your reeking villainy. Live 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, 3 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-jarks ! 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.

4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.

stones.

[Ereunt. 1 Lord. How now, my lords ?

ACT IV.

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SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Timon's SCENE 1. Without the Walls of Athens.

House.
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 Serv.

As we do turn our back: Large-handed 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 Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,

fellows. Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,

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

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

That see I by our faces; we are fellow's still, On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica, Serving alike in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark; Cripple our senators, that their limbs may balt 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 Timon'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 Ainen.

[Exit. But in a dream of friendship?

To have luis pomp, and all what state compounds, Do thy right nature. [March afar uf]- 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 flung 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. (Eril. 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.

Alcib.

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 birtlı,

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.

Phry.

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,

Alcib.

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

Tim.

None, but to Is smooth’d by that below : the learned pate

Maintain my opinion. Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ;

Alcib.

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

Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none: If 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 thee, 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. Tim. 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?

Tim.

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

Tim. Be a whore still ! they love thee not, that 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 od is But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them, Among the rout of nations, I will make thee

T'im. I pr’ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

fair;

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 flesh, I had rather be alone.

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

Why, fare thee well i Down with it flat; 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 Tim. 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. d. Timan. More counsel with more money, Tim. That,

bounteous Timon. By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer

Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have My country.

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

well, Timon; Will o'er some high-vic'd city bang 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,

Alcib.

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

Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, Make soft 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

Tim. 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 puft'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 worin, 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 dotlı 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,

Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Phr. f. T'iman. 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!
Your 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 ;

Enter APEMANTUS.
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,

Apem. 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

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. di Timan. Well, more gold;—What then? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie sofi ; Believ'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, In 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 flatterer now, and seek to thrive

upon thee!

still ;

Why?

By that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee, If thou wilt curse, — thy father, that poor rag, And let his very breath, whom thou’lt observe, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain, To some she beggar, and compounded thee And call it excellent : Thou wast told thus : Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel. If thou badst not been born the worst of men, come,

Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer. To knaves, and all approachers : 'Tis most just, Apem.

Art thou proud yet! That thou turn rascal; hau'st thou wealth again, Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness. Apem.

I, that I was Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. No prodigal. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like Tim. I, that I am one now; thyself;

Were all the wealth I have, shut up in thee, A madman so long, now a fool : What, think'st I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, That the whole life of Athens were in this! Will put thy shirt on warm ? Will these moss'd trees, Thus would I eat it.

[Eating a root. That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels,

Apem.
.

Here; I will mend thy feast. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold

[Offering him something. brook,

T'im. First mend my company, take away thyself. Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,

Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit ? call the creatures,

thine. Whose naked natures live in all the spite

Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd ; Of wreakful beaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks, If not, I would it were. To the conflicting elements expos'd,

Apem. What would'st thou have to Athens ? Answer mere nature, - bid them flatter thee;

Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, 0! thou shalt find

Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have. Tim.

A fool of thee: Depart. Apem. Here is no use for gold. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. Tim.

The best, and truest : Tim. I hate thee worse.

For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Apem.

Apem. Where ly’st o'nights, Timon ?
Tim.
Thou flatter'st misery.

Tim.

Under that's above me. Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff. Where feed'st thou o’days, Apemantus ? Tim. Why dost thou seek me out ?

Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, Apem.

To vex thee. where I eat it. Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's,

Tim. 'Would poison were obedient, and knew my Dost please thyself in't?

mind! Apem. Ay.

Apem. Where would'st thou send it? Tim.

What! a knave too ? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Apem. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on Apem. The middle of humanity thou never To castigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou knewest, but the extremity of both ends: When Dost it enforcedly; thou’dst courtier be again, thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery

thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags thou Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before : knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. The one is filling still, never complete ;

There's a medlar for thee, eat it.
The other, at high wish : Best state, contentless, Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,

Apem. Dost hate a medlar ?
Worse than the worst, content.

Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Thou should'st desire to die, being miserable.

Apem. An thou hadst hated medlers sooner, thou Tim. Not by his breath, that is more miserable. should'st have loved thyself better now. What man Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved With favour never clasp'd ; but bred a dog.

after his means ? Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, proceeded Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, The sweet degrees that this brief world affords didst thou ever know beloved ? To such as may the passive drugs of it

Apem. Myself. Freely command, thou would'st have plung'd thyself Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means In general riot ; melted down thy youth

to keep a dog. In differont beds of lust; and never learn'd

Apem. What things in the world canst thou The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd

nearest compare to thy flatterers ? The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,

Tim. Women nearest ; but men, men are the Who had the world as my confectionary ;

things themselves. What would'st thou do with the The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power? At duty, more than I could frame employment ; Apem. Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves

Tim. Would'st thou have thyself fall in the conDo on the oak, have with one winter's brush fusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Fell from their boughs, and let me open, bare Apem. Ay, Timon. For every storm that blows; - I, to bear this,

Tim. A beastly ambition, which the gods grant That never knew but better, is some burden : thee to attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time would beguile thee: if thou wert the lamb, the fox Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st thou hate would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion men ?

would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given ? accused by the ass : if thou wert the ass, thy dul.

curse.

ness would torment thee; and still thou livedst but But not till I am dead ! — I'll say, thou hast gold : as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou Tim.

Throng'd to ? shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner : wert thou Apem.

Ay. the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee, Tim. Thy back, I pr’ythee. and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury : Apem.

Live, and love thy misery ! wert thou a bear, thou would'st be killed by the Tim. Long live so, and so die ! - I am quit. horse ; wert thou a horse, thou would'st be seized

(Erit APEMANTUS. by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert More things like men ? - Eat, Timon, and abhor german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred

them. were jurors on thy life : all thy safety were remotion; and thy defence, absence. What beast could'st

Enter Thieves. thou be, that were not subject to a beast ? and what 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ? It is a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in some poor fragment, some slender ort of his retransformation ?

mainder : The mere want of gold, and the fallingApem. If thou could'st please me with speaking from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. to me, thou might'st have hit upon it here : The 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him; if he beasts.

care not for't, he will supply us easily ; If he covetTim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou ously reserve it, how shall's get it? art out of the city ?

2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him, Apem. Yonder comes a poet, and a painter: The 'tis hid. plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to 1 Thief. Is not this he? catch it, and give way: When I know not what Thieves. Where? else to do, I'll see thee again.

2 Thief. 'Tis his description. Tim. When there is nothing living but thee, 3 Thief. He; I know him. thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's

Thieves. Save thee, Timon. dog, than Apemantus.

Tim. Now, thieves ? Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon. Tim. Both too ; and women's sons. Apem. A plague on thee, thou art too bad to Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that mucli

do want. Tim. All villains, that do stand by thee, are pure. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of Apem. There is no leprosy, but what thou speak'st.

meat. Tim. If I name thee.

Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; I'll beat thee, — but I should infect my hands. Within this mile break forth a hundred springs :

Apem. I would, my tongue could rot them off! The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips ;

Tim. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog ! The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Choler does kill me, that thou art alive ;

Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? I swoon to see thee.

1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, Apem. 'Would thou would'st burst!

water, Tim.

Away, | As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry, I shall lose

T'im. Nor on the beasts themselves, the bırds, A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him.

and fishes; Apem. Beast!

You must eat men.

Yet thanks I must you con, Tim. Slave!

That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not Apem. Toad !

In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft Tim.

Rogue, rogue, rogue! In limited professions. Rascal thieves, [APEMANTUS retreats backward, as going. Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, I am sick of this false world; and will love nought | Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, But even the mere necessities upon it.

And so 'scape hanging ; trust not the physician; Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

His antidotes are poison, and he slays Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Thy grave-stone daily : make thine epitaph, Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, That death in me at others' lives may laugh. Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery : O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction

(Looking on the gold. Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

From general excrement: each thing's a thief ; That solder'st close impossibilities,

The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power And mak'st them kiss! that speak’st with every Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away ; tongue,

Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut throats; To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts !

All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue Break open shops; nothing can you steal, Set them into confounding odds, that beasts

But thieves do lose it : Steal not less, for this May have the world in empire !

I give you; and gold cenfound you howsoever ! Apem. 'Would 'twere so; Amen.

Timon retires to his cove.

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