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Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike
manner ; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA. Alcib,
What art thou there? Speak Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy
heart, For showing me again the eyes of man!
Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee, That art thyself a man?
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
I know thee well;
Thy lips rot off!
Alcib. How came the noble Timon to this change?
Tim. As the moon does, by wanting light to give : But then renew I could not, like the moon; There were no suns to borrow of. Alcib.
Noble Timon, What friendship may I do thee?
None, but to
What is it, Timon ?
thee, For thou'rt a man !
Alcib. I have heard in some sort of thy miseries. Tim. Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. Alcib. I see them now; then was a blessed time. Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. Timan. Is this the Athenian minion, whom the
world Voic'd so regardfully? Tim.
Art thou Timandra ?
use thee; Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust. Make use of thy salt hours : season the slaves For tubs, and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth To the tub-fast, and the diet. 4 Timan.
Hang thee, monster! Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities. I have but little gold of late, brave Timon, The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band : I have heard, and griev'd, How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
4 Alluding to the cure for the lues venerea then in practice,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states, But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,
Tim. I prythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon. Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
Why, fare thee well:
Keep't, I cannot eat it. Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a
heap, Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens ?
Ay, Timon, and have cause. Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest ;
and Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd! Alcib.
Why me, Timon? Tim. That, By killing villains, thou wast born to conquer My country. Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold, go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one: Pity not honour'd age for his white beard, He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron; It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd: Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchants sword; for those milkpaps,
That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
eyes; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. Alcib. Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
giv'st me, Not all thy counsel.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Phr. 8. Timan. Give us some gold, good Timon:
Hast thou more? Tim. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts, Your aprons mountant: You are not oathable, Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, Into strong shudders, and to heavenly agues, The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths, I'll trust to your conditions :9 Be whores still ; And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
6 An allusion to the tale of Oedipus. 7 Without pity. 31. e. Against objects of charity and compassion. 9 Vocations.
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
still; Paint till a horse
of wrinkles ! Phr. f. Timan. Well, more gold;—What then ? Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
Tim. Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins, And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice, That he may never more false title plead, Nor sound his quillets 9 shrilly : hoar the flamen, That scolds against the quality of flesh, And not believes himself: down with the nose, Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away Of him, that his particular to foresee, Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
ruffians bald ; And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Derive some pain from you : Plague all; That your activity may defeat and quell The source of all erection. There's more gold :Do you
damn others, and let this damn you, And ditches grave' you
all ! Phr. & Timan. More counsel with more money,
bounteous Timon. Tin. More. whore, more mischief first; I have
given you earnest. VOL, VIII.