Woods and a Cave near the Seashore.
 Enter TIMON in the woods.

Timon	O blessd breeding sun, draw from the earth
	Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
	Infect the air! Twinned 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 honour.
	It is the pasture 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 grise of fortune
	Is smoothed by that below. The learnd pate
	Ducks to the golden fool; all's obliquy;
	There's nothing level in our cursd natures
	But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorred
	All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
	His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains.
	Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots.
													[Digs.
	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' accursed,
	Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves,
	And give them title, knee, and approbation
	With senators on the bench. This is it
	That makes the wappened widow wed again;
	She whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
	Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
	To th' April day again. Come, damned 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'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;
                        and PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA.

Alcibiades	What art thou there? Speak.

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

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

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

Alcibiades									I know thee well,
	But in thy fortunes am unlearned and strange.

Timon	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								Thy lips rot off!

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

Alcibiades	How came the noble Timon to this change?

Timon	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	Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?

Timon	None, but to maintain my opinion.

Alcibiades	What is it, Timon?

Timon	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	I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

Timon	Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity.

Alcibiades	I see them now; then was a blessd time.

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

Timandra	Is this th' Athenian minion whom the world
	Voiced so regardfully?

Timon						Art thou Timandra?

Timandra											Yes.

Timon	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-cheeked youth
	To the tub-fast and the diet.

Timandra								Hang thee, monster!

Alcibiades	Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
	Are drowned 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 grieved
	How cursd Athens, mindless of thy worth,
	Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
	But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them-

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

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

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

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

Timon								Keep it, I cannot eat it.

Alcibiades	When I have laid proud Athens on a heap-

Timon	Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?

Alcibiades	Ay, Timon, and have cause.

Timon	The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
	And thee after, when thou hast conquerd!

Alcibiades	Why me, Timon?

Timon					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-viced city hang his poison
	In the sick air. Let not thy sword skip one.
	Pity not honoured age for his white beard;
	He is a 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 pronounced the 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 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	Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou giv'st me,
	Not all thy counsel.

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

Phrynia &
Timandra	Give us some gold, good Timon. Hast thou more?

Timon	Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
	And to make whores a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
	Your aprons mountant.
								 [Throwing gold into the aprons.
							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 hanged,
	No matter; wear them, betray with them; whore still.
	Paint till a horse may mire upon your face
	A pox of wrinkles!

Phrynia &
Timandra						Well, more gold. What then?
	Believe't that we'll do anything for gold.

Timon	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 curled-pate ruffians
	bald,
	And let the unscarred 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!

Phrynia &
Timandra	More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

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

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

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

Alcibiades	I never did thee harm.

Timon	Yes, thou spok'st well of me.

Alcibiades								Call'st thou that harm?

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

Alcibiades							We but offend him. Strike!
													[Drum beats.
												[Exeunt all but TIMON.

Timon	That nature being sick of man's unkindness
	Should yet be hungry!
													[Digging.
							Common mother, thou
	Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast
	Teems and feeds all, whose selfsame mettle,
	Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puffed,
	Engenders the black toad and adder blue,
	The gilded newt and eyeless venomed worm,
	With all th' abhorrd 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 unctuous, greases his pure mind,
	That from it all consideration slips!

                             Enter APEMANTUS.

	More man? Plague, plague!

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

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

Apemantus	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 diseased 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	Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.

Apemantus	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 outlived 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 unhousd trunks
	To the conflicting elements exposed,
	Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee.
	O thou shalt find-

Timon						A fool of thee. Depart.

Apemantus	I love thee better now than e'er I did.

Timon	I hate thee worse.

Apemantus						Why?

Timon							Thou flatter'st misery.

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

Timon	Why dost thou seek me out?

Apemantus								To vex thee.

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

Apemantus								Ay.

Timon									What, a knave too?

Apemantus	If thou didst put this sour cold habit on
	To castigate thy pride 'twere well; but thou
	Dost it enforcdly. Thou'dst courtier be again
	Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
	Outlives incertain pomp, is crowned 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	Not by his breath that is more miserable.
	Thou art a slave whom Fortune's tender arm
	With favour never clasped, 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 drudges of it
	Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
	In general riot, melted down thy youth
	In different beds of lust, and never learned
	The icy precepts of respect, but followed
	The sugared 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 flattered 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										Art thou proud yet?

Timon	Ay, that I am not thee.

Apemantus							I, that I was
	No prodigal.

Timon					I, that I am one now.
	Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
	I'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
	That the whole life of Athens were in this!
	Thus would I eat it.
													[Eating a root.
Apemantus	[Offering food.]	Here, I will mend thy feast.

Timon	First mend my company, take away thyself.

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

Timon	'Tis not well mended so, it is but botched;
	If not, I would it were.

Apemantus	What wouldst thou have to Athens?

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

Apemantus	Here is no use for gold.

Timon								The best and truest;
	For here it sleeps and does no hird harm.

Apemantus	Where liest a-nights, Timon?

Timon								Under that's above me.
	Where feed'st thou a-days, Apemantus?

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

Timon	Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!

Apemantus	Where wouldst thou send it?

Timon	To sauce thy dishes.

Apemantus	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; in thy 
	rags thou know'st none, but art despised for the contrary. 
	There's a medlar for thee; eat it.

Timon	On what I hate I feed not.

Apemantus	Dost hate a medlar?

Timon	Ay, though it look like thee.

Apemantus	An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst have 
	loved thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know 
	unthrift that was beloved after his means?

Timon	Who, without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever 
	know beloved?

Apemantus	Myself.

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

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

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

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

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

Apemantus	Ay, Timon.

Timon	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 accused by the ass; if thou wert the ass, thy dullness 
	would torment thee, and still thou lived'st 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 
	germane to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were 
	jurors on thy life. All thy safety were remotion, 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 not thy loss in transformation!

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

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

Apemantus	Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.

Timon	Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Apemantus	A plague on thee! - thou art too bad to curse.

Timon	All villains that do stand by thee are pure.

Apemantus	There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.

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

Apemantus	I would my tongue could rot them off!

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

Apemantus				Would thou wouldst burst!

Timon											Away,
	Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
	A stone by thee.
									   [Throwing a stone at him.
Apemantus					Beast!

Timon						Slave!

Apemantus								Toad!

Timon									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 gravestone daily. Make thine epitaph,
	That death in me at others' lives may laugh.
													[Looking at 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, loved, and delicate wooer,
	Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
	That lies on Dian's lap! Thou visible god,
	That solder'st 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								Would 'twere so;
	But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold.
	Thou wilt be thronged to shortly.

Timon								Thronged to?

Apemantus											Ay.

Timon	Thy back, I prithee.

Apemantus						Live, and love thy misery.

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

Apemantus	More things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
													[Exit.
                           Enter the BANDITTI.

1st Bandit	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.

2nd Bandit	It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

3rd Bandit	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?

2nd Bandit	True, for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.

1st Bandit	Is not this he?

All Bandits	Where?

2nd Bandit	'Tis his description.

3rd Bandit	He; I know him.

All Bandits	Save thee, Timon.

Timon	Now, thieves?

All Bandits	Soldiers, not thieves.

Timon							Both too, and women's sons.

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

Timon	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 hips;
	The bounteous housewife nature on each bush
	Lays her full mess before you. Want! Why want?

1st Bandit	We cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
	As beasts and birds and fishes.

Timon	Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds and fishes;
	You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
	That you are thieves professed, 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 villainy, 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 stolen
	From gen'ral excrement. Each thing's a thief.
	The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
	Has unchecked 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.

3rd Bandit	Has almost charmed me from my profession by persuading me 
	to it.

1st Bandit	'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us, not 
	to have us thrive in our mystery.

2nd Bandit	I'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.

1st Bandit	Let us first see peace in Athens. There is no time so 
	miserable but a man may be true.
													[Exeunt BANDITS.
                         Enter FLAVIUS, to Timon.

Flavius	O you gods!
	Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
	Full of decay and failing? O monument
	And wonder of good deeds evilly bestowed!
	What an alteration of honour has desp'rate want made!
	What viler 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 wished to love his enemies!
	Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
	Those that would mischief me than those that do!
	Has 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	Away! What art thou?

Flavius							Have you forgot me, sir?

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

Flavius	An honest poor servant of yours.

Timon	Then I know thee not.
	I never had honest man about me; ay, all
	I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

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

Timon	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	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	Had I a steward
	So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
	It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
	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,
	A usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
	Expecting in return twenty for one?

Flavius	No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
	Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late.
	You should have feared 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 unmatchd mind,
	Care of your food and living; and, believe it
	My most honoured 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	Look thee, 'tis so.
													[Showing his gold.
						Thou singly honest man,
	Here, take. The gods out of my misery
	Has sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy,
	But thus conditioned: thou shalt build from men,
	Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
	But let the famished 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									O, let me stay
	And comfort you, my master.

Timon								If thou hat'st curses,
	Stay not. Fly, whilst thou art blessed and free:
	Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
													[Exit FLAVIUS.

                      TIMON withdraws into his cave.
