Dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again, Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. Tim. Not by his breath that is more miserable. The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men Apem. Tim. Ay, that I am not thee. Art thou proud yet? I, that I was No prodigal. I, that I am one now: Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.- Thus would I eat it. Арет. [Eating a root. Here; I will mend thy feast. [Offering him something. Tim. First mend my(86) company, take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were. Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens? If thou wilt, Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. The best and truest; Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus? Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. Would poison were obedient, and knew my mind! Tim. To sauce thy dishes. Apem. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee, eat it. Tim. On what I hate I feed not. Apem. Dost hate a medlar? Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Apem. An th' hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means? Tim. Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever know beloved? Apem. Myself. Tim. I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog. Apem. 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 thyself 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 the lion, the fox would beguile thee if thou wert the lamb, the fox would eat thee: if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee, when, peradventure, thou wert accused by the ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness would torment thee; and still thou livedst but as a breakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst 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 wouldst be killed by the horse wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by the leopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life: all thy safety were remotion, and thy defence absence. What beast couldst thou be, that were not subject to a beast? and what a beast art thou already, that seest not thy loss in transformation! Apem. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Tim. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city? Apem. Yonder comes a poet and a painter: 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 shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Ape mantus. Apem. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. Tim. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! I'll (87) 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 (88) to see thee. Would thou wouldst burst! Away, [Throws a stone at him. Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose Арет. Tim. Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue! [Apemantus retreats backward, as going. I am sick of this false world; and will love naught Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; [Looking on the gold. 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st 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 Арет. Would 'twere so ! But not till I am dead.-I'll say thou 'st gold: Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. Tim. Long live so, and so die! [Exit Apemantus.] I am quit.— More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor them. (89) Enter Banditti. First Ban. 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 (90) of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. Sec. Ban. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure. Third Ban. 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? Sec. Ban. True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid. Banditti. Where? Sec. Ban. 'Tis his description. Third Ban. He; I know him. Banditti. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves? Banditti. Soldiers, not thieves. Tim. Both too; and women's sons. Banditti. We are not thieves, but men that much do want. Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat. The oaks bear mast, the briers scarlet hips; |