Timon of Athens: IV, Scene 3

Timon

1 - 49

O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity; below thy sister’s orb
Infect the air! Twinn’d brothers of one womb,
Whose procreation, residence, and birth
Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes,
The greater scorns the lesser. Not nature
(To whom all sores lay siege) can bear great fortune
But by contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and deny’t that lord,
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honor.
It is the paster lards the brother’s sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares? Who dares
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’s obliquy;
There’s nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorr’d
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains;
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
Digging.
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 fair, wrong right,
Base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Ha, you gods! Why this? What this, you gods? Why, this
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 th’ 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 spittle-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To th’ April day again. Come, damn’d earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that puts odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.
March afar off.
Ha? A drum? Th’ art quick,
But yet I’ll bury thee; thou’t go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.

Alcibiades

50

What art thou there? Speak.

Timon

51 - 52

A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
For showing me again the eyes of man!

Alcibiades

53 - 54

What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man?

Timon

55 - 57

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.

Alcibiades

58 - 59

I know thee well;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.

Timon

60 - 66

I know thee too, and more than that I know thee
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,
For all her cherubin look.

Phrynia

67

Thy lips rot off!

Timon

68 - 69

I will not kiss thee, then the rot returns
To thine own lips again.

Alcibiades

70

How came the noble Timon to this change?

Timon

71 - 73

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.

Alcibiades

74 - 75

Noble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?

Timon

76 - 77

None, but to
Maintain my opinion.

Alcibiades

78

What is it, Timon?

Timon

79 - 81

Promise me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not
promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man! If thou
dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man!

Alcibiades

82

I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Timon

83

Thou saw’st them, when I had prosperity.

Alcibiades

84

I see them now, then was a blessed time.

Timon

85

As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.

Timandra

86 - 87

Is this th’ Athenian minion, whom the world
Voic’d so regardfully?

Timon

88

Art thou Timandra?

Timandra

89

Yes.

Timon

90 - 94

Be a whore still. They love thee not that 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-cheek’d youth
To the tub-fast and the diet.

Timandra

95

Hang thee, monster!

Alcibiades

96 - 103

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,
Forgetting thy great deeds when neighbor states,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them—

Timon

104

I prithee beat thy drum and get thee gone.

Alcibiades

105

I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

Timon

106 - 107

How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.

Alcibiades

108 - 109

Why, fare thee well;
Here is some gold for thee.

Timon

110

Keep it, I cannot eat it.

Alcibiades

111

When I have laid proud Athens on a heap—

Timon

112

Warr’st thou ’gainst Athens?

Alcibiades

113

Ay, Timon, and have cause.

Timon

114 - 115

The gods confound them all in thy conquest,
And thee after, when thou hast conquer’d!

Alcibiades

116

Why me, Timon?

Timon

117 - 140

That by killing of 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 honor’d age for his white beard,
He is 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,
But set them down horrible traitors. Spare not the babe,
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounc’d the throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse. Swear against objects,
Put armor on thine ears and on thine 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.

Alcibiades

141 - 142

Hast thou gold yet? I’ll take the gold thou givest me,
Not all thy counsel.

Timon

143

Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven’s curse upon thee!

Both Phrynia and Timan

144

Give us some gold, good Timon; hast thou more?

Timon

145 - 160

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
Th’ 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 months
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 still,
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
A pox of wrinkles!

Both Phrynia and Timan

161 - 162

Well, more gold—what then?
Believe’t that we’ll do any thing for gold.

Timon

163 - 178

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 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!

Both Phrynia and Timan

179

More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

Timon

180

More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.

Alcibiades

181 - 182

Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon!
If I thrive well, I’ll visit thee again.

Timon

183

If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.

Alcibiades

184

I never did thee harm.

Timon

185

Yes, thou spok’st well of me.

Alcibiades

186

Call’st thou that harm?

Timon

187 - 188

Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
Thy beagles with thee.

Alcibiades

189

We but offend him. Strike!

Timon

190 - 211

That nature being sick of man’s unkindness
Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou
Digging.
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 th’ abhorred births below crisp heaven
Whereon Hyperion’s quick’ning fire doth shine:
Yield him who all the human sons do 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!—O, a root, dear thanks!—
Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas,
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
And morsels unctious, greases his pure mind,
That from it all consideration slips—
Enter Apemantus.
More man? Plague, plague!

Apemantus

212 - 213

I was directed hither. Men report
Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

Timon

214 - 215

’Tis then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee!

Apemantus

216 - 232

This is in thee a nature but infected,
A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
From change of future. Why this spade? This place?
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 bade welcome)
To knaves and all approachers. ’Tis most just
That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again,
Rascals should have’t. Do not assume my likeness.

Timon

233

Were I like thee, I’d throw away myself.

Apemantus

234 - 246

Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself,
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 moist trees,
That have outliv’d the eagle, page thy heels
And skip when thou point’st out? Will the cold brook,
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste
To cure thy o’ernight’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—

Timon

247

A fool of thee. Depart.

Apemantus

248

I love thee better now than e’er I did.

Timon

249

I hate thee worse.

Apemantus

250

Why?

Timon

251

Thou flatter’st misery.

Apemantus

252

I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.

Timon

253

Why dost thou seek me out?

Apemantus

254

To vex thee.

Timon

255 - 256

Always a villain’s office, or a fool’s.
Dost please thyself in’t?

Apemantus

257

Ay.

Timon

258

What, a knave too?

Apemantus

259 - 268

If thou didst put this sour cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, ’twere well; but thou
Dost it enforcedly. Thou’dst courtier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown’d before:
The one is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish. Best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.

Timon

269 - 296

Not by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune’s tender arm
With favor never clasp’d, but bred a dog.
Hadst thou like us from our first swath proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou wouldst have plung’d thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust, and never learn’d
The icy precepts of respect, but followed
The sug’red game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment;
That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter’s brush
Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare,
For every storm that blows—I to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden:
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in’t. Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flatter’d thee. What hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father (that poor rag)
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she-beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

Apemantus

297

Art thou proud yet?

Timon

298

Ay, that I am not thee.

Apemantus

299 - 300

I, that I was
No prodigal.

Timon

301 - 305

I, that I am one now.
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
I’ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.

Apemantus

306

Here, I will mend thy feast.

Timon

307

First mend my company, take away thyself.

Apemantus

308

So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.

Timon

309 - 310

’Tis not well mended so, it is but botch’d;
If not, I would it were.

Apemantus

311

What wouldst thou have to Athens?

Timon

312 - 313

Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

Apemantus

314

Here is no use for gold.

Timon

315 - 316

The best, and truest;
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

Apemantus

317

Where liest a’ nights, Timon?

Timon

318 - 319

Under that’s above me.
Where feed’st thou a’ days, Apemantus?

Apemantus

320

Where my stomach finds meat, or, rather, where I eat it.

Timon

321

Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

Apemantus

322

Where wouldst thou send it?

Timon

323

To sauce thy dishes.

Apemantus

324 - 328

The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity
of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume,
they mock’d thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou
know’st none, but art despis’d for the contrary. There’s a
medlar for thee, eat it.

Timon

329

On what I hate I feed not.

Apemantus

330

Dost hate a medlar?

Timon

331

Ay, though it look like thee.

Apemantus

332 - 334

And th’ hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have
lov’d thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know
unthrift that was belov’d after his means?

Timon

335 - 336

Who, without those means thou talk’st of, didst thou ever
know belov’d?

Apemantus

337

Myself.

Timon

338

I understand thee: thou hadst some means to keep a dog.

Apemantus

339 - 340

What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy
flatterers?

Timon

341 - 343

Women nearest, but men—men are the things themselves. What
wouldst thou do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy
power?

Apemantus

344

Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.

Timon

345 - 346

Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and
remain a beast with the beasts?

Apemantus

347

Ay, Timon.

Timon

348 - 364

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
accus’d by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dullness would
torment thee, and still thou liv’dst 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 kill’d by the horse;
wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seiz’d by the leopard;
wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and the
spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life; all thy safety
were remotion and thy defense 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!

Apemantus

365 - 367

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.

Timon

368 - 369

How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the
city?

Apemantus

370 - 372

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.

Timon

373 - 374

When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
welcome. I had rather be a beggar’s dog than Apemantus.

Apemantus

375

Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Timon

376

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Apemantus

377

A plague on thee, thou art too bad to curse!

Timon

378

All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

Apemantus

379

There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.

Timon

380 - 381

If I name thee.
I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Apemantus

382

I would my tongue could rot them off!

Timon

383 - 385

Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me that thou art alive;
I swound to see thee.

Apemantus

386

Would thou wouldst burst!

Timon

387 - 388

Away, thou tedious rogue!
I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee.

Apemantus

389

Beast!

Timon

390

Slave!

Apemantus

391

Toad!

Timon

392 - 410

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 grave-stone daily; make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others’ lives may laugh.
To 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

411 - 413

Would ’twere so!
But not till I am dead. I’ll say th’ hast gold;
Thou wilt be throng’d to shortly.

Timon

414

Throng’d to?

Apemantus

415

Ay.

Timon

416

Thy back, I prithee.

Apemantus

417

Live, and love thy misery.

Timon

418

Long live so, and so die. I am quit.

Apemantus

419

More things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

First Bandit

420 - 423

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

424

It is nois’d he hath a mass of treasure.

Third Bandit

425 - 427

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

428

True; for he bears it not about him, ’tis hid.

First Bandit

429

Is not this he?

All Other Bandits

430

Where?

Second Bandit

431

’Tis his description.

Third Bandit

432

He; I know him.

All Other Bandits

433

’Save thee, Timon.

Timon

434

Now, thieves?

All Other Bandits

435

Soldiers, not thieves.

Timon

436

Both too, and women’s sons.

All Bandits

437

We are not thieves, but men that much do want.

Timon

438 - 443

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 briers scarlet heps;
The bounteous huswife Nature on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want? Why want?

First Bandit

444 - 445

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

Timon

446 - 471

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 limited professions. 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
More than you rob. Take wealth and lives together,
Do, villains, 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 less for this I give you,
And gold confound you howsoe’er! Amen.

Third Bandit

472 - 473

H’as almost charm’d me from my profession, by persuading me
to it.

First Bandit

474 - 475

’Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not
to have us thrive in our mystery.

Second Bandit

476

I’ll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.

First Bandit

477 - 478

Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so
miserable but a man may be true.

Flavius

479 - 492

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 honor has desp’rate want made!
What vilder 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!
H’as 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

493

Away! What art thou?

Flavius

494

Have you forgot me, sir?

Timon

495 - 496

Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men.
Then, if thou grant’st th’ art a man, I have forgot thee.

Flavius

497

An honest poor servant of yours.

Timon

498 - 500

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

501 - 503

The gods are witness,
Nev’r did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

Timon

504 - 508

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

509 - 511

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

512 - 532

Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature wild.
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

533 - 544

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 honor’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

545 - 555

Look thee, ’tis so. Thou singly honest man,
Here, take; the gods out of my misery
Has 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

556 - 557

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

Timon

558 - 560

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.

Timon of AthensAct IV, Scene 3

Woods and cave near the seashore.

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