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Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)
1503Enter Timon.
1504Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall
1505That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth,
1506And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,
1507Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles
hh Plucke
90Timon of Athens.
1508Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,
1510Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity,
1511Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast
1512Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues,
1514Large-handed Robbers your graue Masters are,
1515And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed,
1517Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,
1518With it, beate out his Braines, Piety, and Feare,
1519Religion to the Gods, Peace, Iustice, Truth,
1523Decline to your confounding contraries.
1524And yet Confusion liue: Plagues incident to men,
1525Your potent and infectious Feauors, heape
1526On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
1527Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt
1528As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie
1529Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth,
1531And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,
1532Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop
1534That their Society (as their Friendship) may
1535Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee
1537Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:
1540The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)
1541Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
1542And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow
1543To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.
1544Amen. Exit.