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I swoon to see thee.

APEMANTUS. Would thou wouldst burst!
TIMON. Away,

Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him]

APEMANTUS. Beast!
TIMON. Slave!

APEMANTUS. Toad!
TIMON. Rogue, rogue, rogue!

I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon't.

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat

Thy gravestone daily; make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.

[Looks at the gold] O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler

Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,

Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

That sold'rest close impossibilities,
And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue

To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!
Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue

Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!

APEMANTUS. Would 'twere so!
But not till I am dead. I'll say th' hast gold.

Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
TIMON. Throng'd to?

APEMANTUS. Ay.
TIMON. Thy back, I prithee.

APEMANTUS. Live, and love thy misery!
TIMON. Long live so, and so die! [Exit APEMANTUS] I am quit. More

things like men? Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
Enter the BANDITTI

FIRST BANDIT. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor
fragment, some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of

gold and the falling-from of his friends drove him into this
melancholy.

SECOND BANDIT. It is nois'd he hath a mass of treasure.
THIRD BANDIT. Let us make the assay upon him; if he care not for't,

he will supply us easily; if he covetously reserve it, how
shall's get it?

SECOND BANDIT. True; for he bears it not about him. 'Tis hid.
FIRST BANDIT. Is not this he?

BANDITTI. Where?
SECOND BANDIT. 'Tis his description.

THIRD BANDIT. He; I know him.
BANDITTI. Save thee, Timon!

TIMON. Now, thieves?
BANDITTI. Soldiers, not thieves.

TIMON. Both too, and women's sons.
BANDITTI. We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

TIMON. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;

Within this mile break forth a hundred springs;
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips;

The bounteoushousewife Nature on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want! Why want?

FIRST BANDIT. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
As beasts and birds and fishes.

TIMON. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con

That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not
In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft

In limitedprofessions. Rascal thieves,
Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' th' grape

Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
And so scape hanging. Trust not the physician;

His antidotes are poison, and he slays
Moe than you rob. Take wealth and lives together;

Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't,
Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery:

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; 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 moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n

From gen'ral excrement- each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power

Has uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away,
Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats;

All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
Break open shops; nothing can you steal

But thieves do lose it. Steal not less for this
I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er!

Amen.
THIRD BANDIT. Has almost charm'd me from my profession by

persuading me to it.
FIRST BANDIT. 'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises

us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
SECOND BANDIT. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my

trade.
FIRST BANDIT. Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so

miserable but a man may be true. Exeunt THIEVES
Enter FLAVIUS, to TIMON

FLAVIUS. O you gods!
Is yond despis'd and ruinous man my lord?

Full of decay and failing? O monument
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!

What an alteration of honour
Has desp'rate want made!

What viler thing upon the earth than friends,
Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!

How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
When man was wish'd to love his enemies!

Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief me than those that do!

Has caught me in his eye; I will present
My honest grief unto him, and as my lord

Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
TIMON. Away! What art thou?

FLAVIUS. Have you forgot me, sir?
TIMON. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;

Then, if thou grant'st th'art a man, I have forgot thee.
FLAVIUS. An honest poor servant of yours.

TIMON. Then I know thee not.
I never had honest man about me, I.

All I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.
FLAVIUS. The gods are witness,

Nev'r did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

TIMON. What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee
Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st

Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping.

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
FLAVIUS. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,

T' accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts
To entertain me as your steward still.

TIMON. Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?

It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man

Was born of woman.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,

You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
One honest man- mistake me not, but one;

No more, I pray- and he's a steward.
How fain would I have hated all mankind!

And thou redeem'st thyself. But all, save thee,
I fell with curses.

Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
For by oppressing and betraying me

Thou mightst have sooner got another service;
For many so arrive at second masters

Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true,
For I must ever doubt though ne'er so sure,

Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness, and as rich men deal gifts,

Expecting in return twenty for one?
FLAVIUS. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast

Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late!
You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:

Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,

Duty, and zeal, to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living; and believe it,

My most honour'd lord,
For any benefit that points to me,

Either in hope or present, I'd exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth

To requite me by making rich yourself.
TIMON. Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,

Here, take. The gods, out of my misery,
Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy,

But thus condition'd; thou shalt build from men;
Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,

But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone
Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs

What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
Debts wither 'em to nothing. Be men like blasted woods,

And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so, farewell and thrive.

FLAVIUS. O, let me stay
And comfort you, my master.

TIMON. If thou hat'st curses,
Stay not; fly whilst thou art blest and free.

Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
Exeunt severally

ACT V. SCENE I.
The woods. Before TIMON's cave

Enter POET and PAINTER
PAINTER. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he

abides.
POET. to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he's

so full of gold?
PAINTER. Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had

gold of him. He likewise enrich'd poor straggling soldiers with
great quantity. 'Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.

POET. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?
PAINTER. Nothing else. You shall see him a palm in Athens again,

and flourish with the highest. Therefore 'tis not amiss we tender
our loves to him in this suppos'd distress of his; it will show

honestly in us, and is very likely to load our purposes with what
they travail for, if it be just and true report that goes of his

having.
POET. What have you now to present unto him?



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