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1 Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Tit. One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
[much. Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent. [Exit Flaminius.
If money were as certain as your waiting,
"Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not
Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat
Of my lord's meat? Then they could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest
Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but
To stir me up; let me pass quietly:
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. Flav. If 'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves. [Exit. 1 Var. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter?
2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings.
Tit. O, here's Servilius: now we shall know
If I might beseech you, gentlemen,
To repair some other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it on my soul,
My lord leans wond'rously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir.
Flam. (Within.) Servilius, help!-my lord! my
SCENE V.-The same. The Senate-House. The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to 't; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
1 Sen. Now, captain?
Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues :
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice;
(An honour in him, which buys out his fault,)
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.
1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born:
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe; and make his
His outsides; wear them like his raiment, care-
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill?
Alcib. My lord,
1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threatnings? sleep upon it,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats
Without repugnancy? but if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;
And the ass, more captain than the lion; the felon,
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good:
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger, is impiety;
But who is man, that is not angry?
Weigh hut the crime with this.
2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Alcib. In vain? his service done At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life. 1 Sen. What's that?
[vice, Alcib. Why, I say, my lor h'as done fair serAnd slain in fight many of your enemies: How full of valour did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds? 2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he
Is a sworn rioter: h'as a sin that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner :
If there were no foes, that were enough alone
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: 'Tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
1 Sen. He dies.
Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. My lords, if not for any parts in him, (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, Take my deserts to his, and join them both: And, for I know, your reverend ages love Security, I'll pawn my victories, all My honour to you, upon his good returns. If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore; For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, On height of our displeasure: Friend, or brother, He forfeits his own blood, that spills another.
Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
2 Sen. How?
Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen.
Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; It could not else be, I should prove so base, To sue, and be denied such common grace: My wounds ache at you.
1 Sen, Do you dare our anger?
'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for ever.
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.
1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee, [our spirit, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell He shall be executed presently, [Exeunt Senators. Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I am worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
While they have told their money, and let out
Their coin upon large interest; I myself
Rich only in large hurts;-All those, for this?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds? ha! banishment?
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd; It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for bearts. 'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds; Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. [Exit.
SCENE VI.-A magnificent Room in Timon's House. Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Eater divers Lords, at several doors.
1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir. 2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered: I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends. 2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
1 Lord. I should think so: He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
stand how all things go. 1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I under
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you?
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
2 Lord. A thousand pieces!
1 Lord. What of you?
2 Lord. He sent to me, sir,-Here he comes.
Enter TIMON, and Attendants.
Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both :-And how fare you? [lordship. 1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your 2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship.
Tim. (Aside.) Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men.-Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the music awhile; if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't presently.
1 Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I returned you an empty messenger.
Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you.
3 Lord. I do conceive. Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another: for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains: If there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be-as they are.-The rest of your fees, O gods, the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of people,-what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends,5,-as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing they are welcome. Uncover, dogs, and lap.
(The dishes uncovered, are full of warm water.) Some speak. What does his lordship mean? Some other. I know not.
Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke-warm
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
(Throwing water in their faces.)
Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man, and beast, the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er?-What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy physic first,-thou too,-and thou :-
[Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out.
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.-
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn, house; sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
Of Timon, man, and all humanity. [Exit.
Re-enter the Lords, with other Lords and Senators.
1 Lord. How now, my lords?
2 Lord. Know you the quality of lord Timon's 3 Lord. Pish! did you see my cap? 4 Lord. I have lost my gown.
3 Lord. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat:- Did you see my jewel?
4 Lord. Did you see my cap? 2 Lord. Here 'tis,
4 Lord. Here lies my gown.
1 Lord. Let's make no stay. 2 Lord. Lord Timon's mad. 3 Lord
I feel't upon my bones. 4 Lord. One day he gives us diamonds, next day [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Without the Walls of Athens.
Tim. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent;
Obedience fail in children! slaves, and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads! to general filths
Convert o'the instant, green virginity!
Do't in your parent's eyes! bankrupts hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants,
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law! maid, to thy master's bed;
Thy mistress is o'the brothel! son of sixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from the old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries, [men,
And yet confusion live!-Plagues, incident to
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth;
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they way strive,
And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! breath infect breath;
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou détestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns!
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all,)
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high, and low!
[Exit. SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Timon's House. Enter FLAVIUS, witht wo or three Servants.
1 Serv. Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
Flav. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to
Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
I am as poor as you.
Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not One friend, to take his fortune by the arm, And go along with him!
As we do tarn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away; leave their false vows with him, Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.-More of our fellows.
Enter other Servants.
Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house. 3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery, That see I by our faces; we are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air. Flav. Good fellows all, The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you. Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's sake, Let's yet be fellows; let's shake our heads, and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, We have seen better days. Let each take some; (Giving them money.) Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor. [Exeunt Servants. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship?
To have his pomp, and all what state compounds,
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart;
Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,
When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!
Who then dares to be half so kind again?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My dearest lord,-bless'd, to be most accurs'd,
Rich, only to be wretched;-thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord!
He's flung in rage from this ungrateful seat
Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to
Supply his life, or that which can command it.
I'll follow, and inquire him out :
I'll serve his mind with my best will;
Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [Exit. For all her cherubin look.
SCENE III.-The Woods.
Tim. O blessed breeding sun, draw from the
Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,-
Whose procreation, residence, and birth, [tunes;
Scarce is dividant,-touch them with several for-
The greater scorns the lesser: Not nature,
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
But by comtempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord;
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, [dares,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who
In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say, This man's a flatterer? if one be,
So are they all; for every grize of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique ;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
Destruction fang mankind!-Earth, yield me roots!
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison! What is here?
Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,
I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens!
Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul,
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward,
Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods?
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides;
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.-(March afar off.)-Ha! a
But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand :-
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.
(Keeping some gold.) Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike
manner: PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA.
Alcib. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to
That art thyself a man?
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
Tim. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
That I might love thee something.
I know thee well;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
Tim. I know thee too; and more, than that I
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
Tim. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy For shewing me again the eyes of man!
Thy lips rot off!
Tim. I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
To thine own lips again.
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.
None, but to
What is it, Timon? [If
Tim. Promise me friendship, but perform none:
Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for
Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound 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
Voic'd so regardfully?
What friendship may I do thee?
Maintain my opinion.
Art thou Timandra?
Tim. Be a whore still! they love thee not, that
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.
Hang thee, monster!
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.-
Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits
The want whereof doth daily make revolt
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
In my penurious band: I have heard, and griev'd,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,—
Tim. I pr'ythee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
Alcib. I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Ti-
Tim. How dost thou pity him, whom thou dost
I had rather be alone.
Why, fare thee well:
Here's some gold for thee.
Keep't, I cannot eat it.
Alcib. When 1 have laid proud Athens on a
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
Ay, Timon, and have cause.
Tim. The gods confound them all i'thy conquest;
Thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
Why me, Timon?
By killing villains, tbou wast born to conquer
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Put up thy gold; Go on,-here's gold,—go on ;
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 trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
Set them down horrible traitors: Spare not the
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their
Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse: Swear against objects;
Put armour on thine ears,
and on thine eyes;
Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor
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
Not all thy counsel.
Tim. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
Phr. & 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: Be whores still;
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
And be no turncoats: Yet may your pains, six
Be quite contrary: And thatch your poor thin roofs
With burdens of the dead;-some that were hang'd,
No matter:-wear them, betray with them: whore
Paint, till a horse way mire upon your face :
A pox of wrinkles!
Phr.& Timan. Well, more gold;-What then? Believ't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
Tim. Consumption 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 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
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,
Tim. More whore, more mischief first; I have
given you earnest.
Alcib. Strike up the drum towards Athens. Fare-
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.
Tim. If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
Alcib. I never did thee harm.
Tim. That nature, being sick of man's unkind
Should yet be hungry!-Common mother, thou,
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd,
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd worm,
With all the abhorred births below crisp heaven,
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root!
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears;
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above
Never presented!-0, a root,-Dear thanks!
Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas;
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts,
And morsels unctuous, greases his mind,
That from it all consideration slips!
Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
Call'st thou that harm? Tim. Men daily find it such. Get thee away, And take thy beagles with thee.
We but offend him.
More man? Plague! plague!
Apem. I was directed hither: men report,
Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.
Tim. "Tis then, because thou dost not keep a
Whom I would imitate: Consumption catch thee!
Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected;
A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung
From change of fortune. Why this spade? this
This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent: Thou wast told thus ;
Thou gav'st thine ears, like tapsters, that bid wel-
To knaves, and all approachers: "Tis most just,
That thou turn rascal; had'st thou wealth again,
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like
A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy shirt on warm? Will these moss'd
That have out-liv'd the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip, when thou point'st out? Will the cold
A fool of thee: Depart.
Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did.
Tim. I hate thee worse.
Thou flatters'st misery.
Apem. I flatter not; but say, thou art a caitiff.
Tim. Why dost thou seek me out?
To vex thee.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Dost please thyself in't?
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? call the creatures,-
Whose naked natures live in all the spite
Of wreakful heaven; whose bare unhoused trunks,
To the conflicting elements expos'd,
Answer mere nature,-bid them flatter thee;
O! thou shalt find-