1636This yellow Slaue,

1637Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst,

1638Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues,

1639And giue them Title, knee, and approbation

1640With Senators on the Bench: This is it

1641That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;

1642Shee, whom the Spittle-house, and vlcerous sores,

1643Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices

1644To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,

1645Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes

1646Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee

1647Do thy right Nature. March afarre off.

1648Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,

1649But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)

1650When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:

1651Nay stay thou out for earnest.

1654Alc. What art thou there? speake.

1655Tim. A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart

1656For shewing me againe the eyes of Man.

1657Alc. What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,

1658That art thy selfe a Man?

1659Tim. I am Misantropos, and hate Mankinde.

1660For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge,

1661That I might loue thee something.

1662Alc. I know thee well:

1663But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.

1664Tim. I know thee too, and more then that I know thee

1665I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,

1666With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:

1667Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,

1668Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,

1669Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,

1670For all her Cherubin looke.

1671Phrin. Thy lips rot off.

1672Tim. I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes

1673To thine owne lippes againe.

1674Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change?

1675Tim. As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue:

1676But then renew I could not like the Moone,

1677There were no Sunnes to borrow of.

1678Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

1679Tim. None, but to maintaine my opinion.

1680Alc. What is it Timon?

1681Tim. Promise me Friendship, but performe none.

1682If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou

1683art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for

1684thou art a man.

1685Alc. I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries.

1686Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie.

1687Alc. I see them now, then was a blessed time.

1688Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots.

1689Timan. Is this th'Athenian Minion, whom the world

1690Voic'd so regardfully?

1691Tim. Art thou Timandra? Timan. Yes.

1692Tim. Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee,

1693giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make

1694vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and

1695Bathes, bring downe Rose-cheekt youth to the Fubfast,

1696and the Diet.

1697Timan. Hang thee Monster.

1698Alc. Pardon him sweet Timandra, for his wits

1699Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities.

1700I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon,

1701The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt

1702In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd

1703How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth,

1704Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states

1705But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.

1706Tim. I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone.

1707Alc. I am thy Friend, and pitty thee deere Timon.

1708Tim. How doest thou pitty him whom y^u dost troble,

1709I had rather be alone.

1710Alc. Why fare thee well:

1711Heere is some Gold for thee.

1712Tim. Keepe it, I cannot eate it.

1713Alc. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape.

1714Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens.

1715Alc. I Timon, and haue cause.

1716Tim. The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,

1717And thee after, when thou hast Conquer'd.

1718Alc. Why me, Timon?

1719Tim. That by killing of Villaines

1720Thou was't borne to conquer my Country.

1721Put vp thy Gold. Go on, heeres Gold, go on;

1722Be as a Plannetary plague, when Ioue

1723Will o're some high-Vic'd City, hang his poyson

1724In the sicke ayre: let not thy sword skip one:

1725Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard,

1726He is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,

1727It is her habite onely, that is honest,

1728Her selfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke

1729Make soft thy trenchant Sword: for those Milke pappes

1730That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes,

1731Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,

1732But set them down horrible Traitors. Spare not the Babe

1733Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy;

1734Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle

1735Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,

1736And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,

1737Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes,

1738Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,

1739Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding,

1740Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,

1741Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,

1742Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.

1743Alc. Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi-

1744uest me, not all thy Counsell.

1745Tim. Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon

1746thee.

1747Both. Giue vs some Gold good Timon, hast y^u more?

1748Tim. Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade,

1749And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts

1750Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable,

1751Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare

1752Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues

1753Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes:

1754Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still.

1755And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you,

1756Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,

1757Let your close fire predominate his smoke,

1758And be no turne-coats: yet may your paines six months

1759Be quite contrary, And Thatch

1760Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,

1761(Some that were hang'd) no matter:

1762Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,

1763Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:

1764A pox of wrinkles.

1765Both. Well, more Gold, what then?

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