Tim.
O blessed breeding ^note 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 ^note, touch them ^note with several fortunes,
The greater scorns the lesser: not nature ^note,
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune
But by ^note contempt of nature ^note.
Raise ^note me this beggar and deny 't ^note that lord,
The senator ^note shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture ^note lards ^note the rother's ^{note note} sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
In purity of manhood stand upright,

And say ^note ‘This man's ^note a flatterer’? if one be,
So are they all; for every grise ^note of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique ^note;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villany. Therefore ^note be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
Destruction fang ^note mankind! Earth, yield me roots! [Digging. ^note
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 ^note: roots, you ^note clear ^note heavens!
Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,
Wrong right ^note, base noble, old young, coward valiant ^note.
Ha ^note, you gods! why this? what ^note this, you gods? Why, this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
Pluck stout ^note men's pillows from below their ^note heads:
This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed;
Make the hoar leprosy adored; place thieves, ^note
And give them title, knee and approbation
With senators on the bench: this is it ^note
That makes the wappen'd ^note widow wed ^note again;

She ^note, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at ^note, this ^note embalms and spices
To the April day again. Come, damned ^note earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st ^note odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature. [March afar off.] Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick ^note,
But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt ^note go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand:
Nay, stay thou out for earnest. [Keeping some gold. ^{note note}Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; Phrynia ^note and Timandra.

Alcib.
What art thou there? speak. ^note

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

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

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

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

Tim.
I know thee too; and more than that ^note I know thee
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
With man's blood paint ^note the ground, gules, gules: ^note

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.

Phry.
Thy lips rot off!

Tim.
I will not ^note 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 ^note no suns to borrow of.

Alcib.
Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

Tim.
None, but to ^note maintain my opinion.

Alcib.

What is it, Timon?

Tim.

Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou wilt not promise ^note, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man: if thou dost perform ^note, confound thee, for thou art a man! ^note

Alcib.
I have ^note heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Tim.
Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity.

Alcib.
I see them now; then ^note was a blessed time.

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

Timan.
Is this the Athenian minion whom the world
Voiced so regardfully?

Tim.
Art thou Timandra?

Timan.
Yes.

Tim.
Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust ^note. ^note
Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves
For tubs and baths; bring ^note down rose-cheeked youth

To the ^note tub-fast ^{note note} and the diet. ^note

Timan.
Hang thee, monster!

Alcib.
Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities ^note.
I have ^note but little gold of late, brave Timon,
The want whereof doth daily make revolt
In my penurious band: I have ^note heard, and grieved,
How cursed Athens, ^note mindless of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon ^note them— ^note

Tim.
I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.

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

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

Alcib.
Why, fare thee well:
Here is some ^note gold for thee.

Tim.
Keep it, I cannot eat it.

Alcib.
When I have laid proud Athens on a heap— ^note

Tim.
Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? ^note

Alcib.
Ay, Timon, and have cause.

Tim.
The gods confound them all ^note in thy ^note conquest,
And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd ^note!

Alcib.
Why ^note me, Timon?

Tim.
That by killing of ^note villains

Thou wast born to conquer my ^note country. ^note
Put up thy gold: go on,—here's gold,—go on;
Be as a planetary plague, when ^note Jove
Will o'er some high-viced city hang his poison
In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one:
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard;
He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit ^note 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 ^note those milk-paps
That through the window-bars ^note bore at men's eyes
Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
But ^note set them ^note down horrible traitors: spare not the babe
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust ^note their mercy;
Think it a bastard whom ^note the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced thy ^note throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse: swear ^note against ^note objects ^note;
Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes,
Whose proof nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes,
Nor sight of priests ^note 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 givest me,
Not all ^note thy counsel. ^note

Tim.
Dost thou or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee!

Phr. and Timan. ^note
Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?

Tim.
Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores, a bawd ^note. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant: you are ^note 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 ^note: yet may your pains, six months ^{note note},
Be quite contrary ^note: and ^note thatch ^note your poor thin roofs
With burdens of the dead;—some that were hang'd,
No matter:—wear them, betray with them: whore ^note still ^note;
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face:
A pox of wrinkles!

Phr. and Timan. ^note
Well, more gold: what then?
Believe't ^note that we'll do any thing for gold.

Tim.
Consumptions sow
In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
And mar men's ^note spurring ^note. Crack the lawyer's voice,
That he may never more false title plead,
Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar ^note the flamen,

That scolds ^note 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 ^note,
Smells from ^note the general weal: make curl'd-pate ruffians bald ^note;
And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
Derive some pain from you: plague all ^note;
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. and Timan. ^note
More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

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

Alcib.
Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again ^note.

Tim.
If I hope well, I'll never see thee more.

Alcib.
I never did thee ^note harm.

Tim.
Yes, thou spokest well of me.

Alcib.
Call'st thou that harm?

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

Alcib.
We but offend him. Strike ^note! [Drum beats. ^note Exeunt ^note Alcibiades, Phrynia, and Timandra.

^note

Tim.
That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou, [Digging. ^note
Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast
Teems, and feeds all; whose ^note self-same mettle ^note,
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 ^note heaven
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy human ^note sons doth ^note hate, ^note
From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root!
Ensear ^note thy fertile and conceptious ^note womb,
Let it no more bring out ^note ingrateful man!
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves and bears;
Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled ^note mansion all ^note above
Never presented!—O, a root! dear thanks!—
Dry up thy ^note marrows, vines, and ^note plough-torn leas;
Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts
And morsels unctuous ^note, greases his pure ^note mind,
That from it all consideration slips! ^{note note} Enter Apemantus.
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 dog,
Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!

Apem.
This is in thee a nature but infected ^note;
A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
From change of fortune ^note. 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 diseased ^note perfumes and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods ^note
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 ^note thy cap; praise his most vicious strain
And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bade ^note 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.

Tim.
Were ^note I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.

Apem.
Thou hast ^note cast away thyself, being like thyself,
A madman so long ^note, now a fool. What, think'st ^note
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd ^note trees,
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip when ^note thou point'st out? will the cold brook,
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 exposed,
Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
O, thou shalt find— ^note

Tim.
A fool of thee: depart.

Apem.
I love thee ^note better now than e'er I did.

Tim.
I hate thee worse.

Apem.
Why? ^{note note}

Tim.
Thou flatter'st misery.

Apem.
I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.

Tim.
Why dost thou seek me out?

Apem.
To ^note vex thee.

Tim.
Always a villain's office or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't?

Apem.
Ay.

Tim.
What! a knave too? ^note

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

Tim.
Not by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd, but bred ^note a dog.

Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
The ^note sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs ^note of it
Freely command ^note, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
In general riot, melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust, and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd ^note
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts ^note of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment ^note;
That numberless upon me ^note stuck, as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush
Fell ^note from their boughs, and ^note left me open, bare
For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some ^note burthen:
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee ^note 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 ^note,
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue ^note hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave ^note and flatterer.

Apem.
Art thou proud yet?

Tim.
Ay, that I am not thee.

Apem.
I, that I was

No prodigal. ^note

Tim.
I, that I am one now:
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
I'ld give thee ^note leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it. [Eating ^note a root.

Apem.
Here; I will ^note mend thy feast. [Offering ^note him a root.

Tim.
First mend my ^note company; take away thyself.

Apem.
So I shall mend mine ^note own, by the lack of thine.

Tim.
'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
If not, I would it were. ^note

Apem.
What wouldst thou have to Athens?

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

Apem.
Here is no use for gold.

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

Apem.

Where liest o' nights ^note, Timon?

Tim.

Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days ^note, Apemantus? ^note

Apem.

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

Tim.

Would poison were obedient and ^note knew my mind!

Apem.

Where wouldst thou send it ^note?

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 ^note; in

thy rags thou know'st 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 ^note like thee.

Apem.

An ^note thou hadst ^note 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 talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved?

Apem.

Myself.

Tim.

I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog. ^note

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 ^note remain a beast with the beasts? ^note

Apem.

Ay, Timon.

Tim.

A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t' attain to! If thou wert the lion ^note, 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 ^note 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 ^note, 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 ^note 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. ^note

Tim.

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

Apem.

Yonder comes a poet and a painter: ^note 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 Apemantus. ^note

Apem.
Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Tim.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Apem.
A plague on thee! ^note thou art too bad to curse.

Tim.
All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

Apem.
There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st. ^note

Tim.
If I name thee. ^{note note}
I'll ^note beat thee; but I should infect my hands. ^note

Apem.
I would my tongue could rot them off! ^note

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

Apem.
Would ^note thou wouldst burst!

Tim.

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

Apem.

Beast!

Tim.

Slave!

Apem.

Toad!

Tim.
Rogue, rogue, rogue! ^{note note}
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon't ^note.
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 ^note at others' lives may laugh. [To the gold ^note]
O thou sweet king-killer ^note, and dear divorce
'Twixt natural son and sire ^note! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, loved ^note, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, ^note
That solder'st close impossibilities,
And makest them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!

Think thy slave man ^note rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!

Apem. ^note
Would 'twere so!
But not till I am dead. I'll say thou hast ^note gold:
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

Tim.
Throng'd to ^note!

Apem.
Ay.

Tim.
Thy back, I prithee.

Apem.
Live, and love thy misery! ^note

Tim.
Long live so, and so ^note die! [Exit Apemantus. ^note] I ^note am quit ^note. ^note
Moe ^note things like men? Eat, Timon, and abhor them. ^{note note note}Enter Banditti. ^note

First Ban. ^note

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 ^note friends, drove him into this melancholy.

Sec. Ban. ^note

It is noised he hath ^note a mass of treasure. ^note

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. ^note

First Ban.

Is not this he?

Banditti. ^note

Where?

Sec. Ban.

'Tis his description.

Third Ban.

He; ^note I know him.

Banditti. ^note

Save thee, Timon.

Tim.

Now, thieves? ^note

Banditti. ^note

Soldiers, not thieves.

Tim.

Both too ^note; and women's sons ^note.

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

Tim.
Your greatest want is, you want much ^note of meat ^note. ^note
Why ^note should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots;
Within this mile break forth a hundred ^note springs;
The oaks bear mast ^note, the briers scarlet hips ^note;
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?

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

Tim.
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 ^note,

Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,
Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth ^note,
And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
Moe ^note than you rob: take wealth and lives ^note together;
Do villany ^note, do, since you protest ^note to do't,
Like workmen. ^note I'll example you with thievery:
The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast ^note 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 ^note into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture ^note stol'n
From general excrement ^note: each thing's ^note a thief:
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have ^note uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves; away,
Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats ^note:
All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
Break open shops; nothing ^note can you steal,
But thieves do lose it: steal not ^note less for this
I give you ^note; and gold confound you howsoe'er ^note! ^note
Amen ^note.

Third Ban.

Has ^note almost charmed me from my profession by persuading me to it.

First Ban.

'Tis in the malice of ^note mankind that he thus advises us; not ^note to have us thrive in our mystery.

Sec. Ban.

I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade ^note.

First Ban.

Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time so miserable but a man may be true. ^note

Flav.
O you gods!
Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
Full of decay and failing? O monument
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ^note!
What ^note an alteration of honour ^note
Has desperate want made! ^note
What viler ^note 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 ^note to love his enemies!
Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief ^note me than those that do ^note!
Has ^note caught me in his eye: I will present

My honest grief unto ^note him, and, as my lord, ^note
Still serve him with my life. ^note My dearest master!

Tim.
Away! what art thou ^note?

Flav.
Have you forgot me, sir?

Tim.
Why dost ^note ask that? I have forgot all men;
Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I ^note have ^note forgot thee ^note.

Flav.
An honest poor servant of yours ^note.

Tim.
Then ^note I know thee not:
I never ^note had honest man ^note about me, I; all ^note
I kept ^note were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

Flav.
The gods are witness,
Ne'er ^note did poor steward ^note wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

Tim.
What, dost thou weep? come nearer; then I love thee ^note,
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
But thorough ^note lust and ^note laughter. Pity's sleeping: ^note
Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping! ^note

Flav.
I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
To accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts
To entertain me as your steward still.

Tim.
Had I a steward ^note
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild ^{note note}.
Let me behold thy face. Surely this man
Was born of woman. ^note
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
You ^note perpetual-sober ^note gods! I do proclaim
One honest man—mistake me not—but one;
No more, I pray ^note,—and he's a steward ^{note note}.
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 ^note,
If not a ^note usuring kindness ^note and ^note as rich men deal gifts ^{note note},
Expecting in return twenty for one?

Flav.
No, my most worthy master; in whose breast
Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:
You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:
Suspect still comes where ^note an estate is least.

That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Duty and zeal to your unmatched ^note mind,
Care of your food and ^note living; and, believe it,
My most honour'd lord, ^note
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange ^note
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me by making rich yourself. ^note

Tim.
Look thee ^note, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
Here, take: the gods, out of my misery,
Have ^note sent thee ^note 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 ^note to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
Debts wither 'em to nothing ^note: be men like blasted woods,
And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so farewell, and thrive.

Flav.
O, let me stay
And comfort you, my master. ^note

Tim.
If thou hatest curses
Stay not: fly ^note, whilst thou art blest and free: ^note
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. [Exeunt severally. ^note

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