| ACT IV SCENE I | Without the walls of Athens. | |
| | Enter TIMON | |
| TIMON | Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, | |
| | That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, | |
| | And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent! | |
| | Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools, | 5 |
| | Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, | |
| | And minister in their steads! to general filths | |
| | Convert o' the instant, green virginity, | |
| | Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast; | |
| | Rather than render back, out with your knives, | 10 |
| | And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal! | |
| | Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, | |
| | And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed; | |
| | Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, | |
| | pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, | 15 |
| | With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, | |
| | Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, | |
| | Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, | |
| | Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, | |
| | Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, | 20 |
| | Decline to your confounding contraries, | |
| | And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men, | |
| | Your potent and infectious fevers heap | |
| | On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica, | |
| | Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt | 25 |
| | As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty | |
| | Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth, | |
| | That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, | |
| | And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains, | |
| | Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop | 30 |
| | Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath, | |
| | at their society, as their friendship, may | |
| | merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, | |
| | But nakedness, thou detestable town! | |
| | Take thou that too, with multiplying bans! | 35 |
| | Timon will to the woods; where he shall find | |
| | The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. | |
| | The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all-- | |
| | The Athenians both within and out that wall! | |
| | And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow | 40 |
| | To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen. | |
| | Exit | |