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ACT IV SCENE III Woods and cave, near the seashore. 
[Enter TIMON, from the cave]
TIMONO blessed breeding 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, touch them with several fortunes;5
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,10
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture lards the rother'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,15
So are they all; for every grise of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd20
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!
[Digging]
Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison! What is here?25
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, this30
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 the accursed,
Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves35
And give them title, knee and approbation
With senators on the bench: this is it
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices40
To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds
Among the route of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.
[March afar off]
Ha! a drum? Thou'rt quick,45
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; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA ]
ALCIBIADESWhat art thou there? speak.
TIMONA beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,50
For showing me again the eyes of man!
ALCIBIADESWhat is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man?
TIMONI am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,55
That I might love thee something.
ALCIBIADESI know thee well;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.
TIMONI know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;60
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 cherubim look.65
PHRYNIAThy lips rot off!
TIMONI will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
To thine own lips again.
ALCIBIADESHow came the noble Timon to this change?
TIMONAs the moon does, by wanting light to give:70
But then renew I could not, like the moon;
There were no suns to borrow of.
ALCIBIADESNoble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?
TIMONNone, but to75
Maintain my opinion.
ALCIBIADESWhat is it, Timon?
TIMONPromise 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, for80
thou art a man!
ALCIBIADESI have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
TIMONThou saw'st them, when I had prosperity.
ALCIBIADESI see them now; then was a blessed time.
TIMONAs thine is now, held with a brace of harlots.85
TIMANDRAIs this the Athenian minion, whom the world
Voiced so regardfully?
TIMONArt thou Timandra?
TIMANDRAYes.
TIMONBe a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;90
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.
TIMANDRAHang thee, monster!95
ALCIBIADESPardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits
Are drown'd 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,100
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them,--
TIMONI prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
ALCIBIADESI am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.105
TIMONHow dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.
ALCIBIADESWhy, fare thee well:
Here is some gold for thee.
TIMONKeep it, I cannot eat it.110
ALCIBIADESWhen I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--
TIMONWarr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
ALCIBIADESAy, Timon, and have cause.
TIMONThe gods confound them all in thy conquest;
And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!115
ALCIBIADESWhy me, Timon?
TIMONThat, 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 Jove120
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 matron;
It is her habit only that is honest,125
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,130
Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;
Think it a bastard, whom the oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;
Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes;135
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 soldiers:
Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent,
Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone.140
ALCIBIADESHast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
givest me,
Not all thy counsel.
TIMONDost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
upon thee!145
TIMANDRAGive us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
TIMONEnough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear150
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;155
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 burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,
No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;160
Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
A pox of wrinkles!
TIMANDRAWell, more gold: what then?
Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
TIMONConsumptions sow165
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,170
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 curl'd-pate
ruffians bald;175
And let the unscarr'd 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,180
And ditches grave you all!
TIMANDRAMore counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
TIMONMore whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest.
ALCIBIADESStrike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.185
TIMONIf I hope well, I'll never see thee more.
ALCIBIADESI never did thee harm.
TIMONYes, thou spokest well of me.
ALCIBIADESCall'st thou that harm?
TIMONMen daily find it. Get thee away, and take190
Thy beagles with thee.
ALCIBIADESWe but offend him. Strike!
[ Drum beats. Exeunt ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, and TIMANDRA ]
TIMONThat nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou,
[Digging]
Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast,195
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
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 heaven200
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine;
Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root!
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb,
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!205
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;210
Whereof ungrateful man, with liquorish draughts
And morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind,
That from it all consideration slips!
[Enter APEMANTUS]
More man? plague, plague!
APEMANTUSI was directed hither: men report215
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!
APEMANTUSThis is in thee a nature but infected;
A poor unmanly melancholy sprung220
From change of fortune. 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,225
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,230
And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bid 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.235
TIMONWere I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.
APEMANTUSThou 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 moss'd trees,240
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip where 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 creatures245
Whose naked natures live in an 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--250
TIMONA fool of thee: depart.
APEMANTUSI love thee better now than e'er I did.
TIMONI hate thee worse.
APEMANTUSWhy?
TIMONThou flatter'st misery.255
APEMANTUSI flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff.
TIMONWhy dost thou seek me out?
APEMANTUSTo vex thee.
TIMONAlways a villain's office or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't?260
APEMANTUSAy.
TIMONWhat! a knave too?
APEMANTUSIf thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,265
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before:
The one is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,270
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.
TIMONNot by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.275
Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
In general riot; melted down thy youth280
In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men285
At duty, more than I could frame employment,
That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,290
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 flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,295
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.300
APEMANTUSArt thou proud yet?
TIMONAy, that I am not thee.
APEMANTUSI, that I was
No prodigal.
TIMONI, that I am one now:305
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
I'ld 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]
APEMANTUSHere; I will mend thy feast.310
[Offering him a root]
TIMONFirst mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUSSo I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.
TIMON'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
if not, I would it were.
APEMANTUSWhat wouldst thou have to Athens?315
TIMONThee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
APEMANTUSHere is no use for gold.
TIMONThe best and truest;
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.320
APEMANTUSWhere liest o' nights, Timon?
TIMONUnder that's above me.
Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
APEMANTUSWhere my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
it.325
TIMONWould poison were obedient and knew my mind!
APEMANTUSWhere wouldst thou send it?
TIMONTo sauce thy dishes.
APEMANTUSThe middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
extremity of both ends: when thou wast in thy gilt330
and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much
curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art
despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for
thee, eat it.
TIMONOn what I hate I feed not.335
APEMANTUSDost hate a medlar?
TIMONAy, though it look like thee.
APEMANTUSAn 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?340
TIMONWho, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
ever know beloved?
APEMANTUSMyself.
TIMONI understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
dog.345
APEMANTUSWhat things in the world canst thou nearest compare
to thy flatterers?
TIMONWomen nearest; but men, men are the things
themselves. What wouldst thou do with the world,
Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?350
APEMANTUSGive it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
TIMONWouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
men, and remain a beast with the beasts?
APEMANTUSAy, Timon.
TIMONA beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'355
attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox would
beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox would
eat three: 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 would360
torment thee, and still thou livedst 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 and365
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 on370
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!375
APEMANTUSIf 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.
TIMONHow has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
APEMANTUSYonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of380
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.
TIMONWhen there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.385
APEMANTUSThou art the cap of all the fools alive.
TIMONWould thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
APEMANTUSA plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
TIMONAll villains that do stand by thee are pure.
APEMANTUSThere is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.390
TIMONIf I name thee.
I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
APEMANTUSI would my tongue could rot them off!
TIMONAway, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me that thou art alive;395
I swound to see thee.
APEMANTUSWould thou wouldst burst!
TIMONAway,
Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose
A stone by thee.400
[Throws a stone at him]
APEMANTUSBeast!
TIMONSlave!
APEMANTUSToad!
TIMONRogue, rogue, rogue!
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought405
But even the mere necessities upon 't.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
Lie where the light foam the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.410
[To 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 snow415
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,
That solder'st close impossibilities,
And makest them kiss! that speak'st with
every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!420
Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!
APEMANTUSWould 'twere so!
But not till I am dead. I'll say thou'st gold:425
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
TIMONThrong'd to!
APEMANTUSAy.
TIMONThy back, I prithee.
APEMANTUSLive, and love thy misery.430
TIMONLong live so, and so die.
[Exit APEMANTUS]
I am quit.
Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
[Enter Banditti]
First BanditWhere should he have this gold? It is some poor
fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the435
mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his
friends, drove him into this melancholy.
Second BanditIt is noised he hath a mass of treasure.
Third BanditLet us make the assay upon him: if he care not
for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously440
reserve it, how shall's get it?
Second BanditTrue; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
First BanditIs not this he?
BandittiWhere?
Second Bandit'Tis his description.445
Third BanditHe; I know him.
BandittiSave thee, Timon.
TIMONNow, thieves?
BandittiSoldiers, not thieves.
TIMONBoth too; and women's sons.450
BandittiWe are not thieves, but men that much do want.
TIMONYour 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;455
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush
Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want?
First BanditWe cannot live on grass, on berries, water,
As beasts and birds and fishes.
TIMONNor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;460
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,
Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,465
Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
Do villany, do, since you protest to do't,470
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 resolves475
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away,480
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 no less for this
I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.485
Third BanditHas almost charmed me from my profession, by
persuading me to it.
First Bandit'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises
us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
Second BanditI'll believe him as an enemy, and give over my trade.490
First BanditLet us first see peace in Athens: there is no time
so miserable but a man may be true.
[Exeunt Banditti]
[Enter FLAVIUS]
FLAVIUSO you gods!
Is yond despised and ruinous man my lord?
Full of decay and failing? O monument495
And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!
What an alteration of honour
Has desperate want made!
What viler thing upon the earth than friends
Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!500
How rarely does it meet with this time's guise,
When man was wish'd 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 present505
My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,
Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!
TIMONAway! what art thou?
FLAVIUSHave you forgot me, sir?
TIMONWhy dost ask that? I have forgot all men;510
Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.
FLAVIUSAn honest poor servant of yours.
TIMONThen I know thee not:
I never had honest man about me, I; all
I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.515
FLAVIUSThe gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.
TIMONWhat, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
love thee,520
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!
FLAVIUSI beg of you to know me, good my lord,525
To accept my grief and whilst this poor wealth lasts
To entertain me as your steward still.
TIMONHad I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.530
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;535
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;540
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--545
Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
Expecting in return twenty for one?
FLAVIUSNo, my most worthy master; in whose breast
Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:550
You should have fear'd 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 unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living; and, believe it,555
My most honour'd lord,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me, by making rich yourself.560
TIMONLook thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
Here, take: the gods out of my misery
Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;
But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;
Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,565
But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,
Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs
What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,
Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like
blasted woods,570
And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so farewell and thrive.
FLAVIUSO, let me stay,
And comfort you, my master.
TIMONIf thou hatest curses,575
Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
[Exit FLAVIUS. TIMON retires to his cave]


Timon of Athens, Act 5, Scene 1

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