Let it no more bring out ingrateful man! 191 Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves and bears; 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; A poor unmanly melancholy sprung 200 210 From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place? Rascals should have 't. Do not assume my likeness. Tim. Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself. Apem. Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself, 220 Tim. To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks, Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee; O, thou shalt find— A fool of thee: depart. Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did. 230 Apem. Tim. Why? Thou flatter'st misery. Apem. I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff. Арет. To vex thee. Tim. Always a villain's office or a fool's. Dost please thyself in 't? What! a knave too? Tim. 240 The one is filling still, never complete, The other at high wish: best state, contentless, Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable. 250 Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm 260 The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men At duty, more than I could frame employment; men? They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given? 271 If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee, I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. 280 Apem. [Eating a root. [Offering him a root. Here; I will mend thy feast. Tim. First mend my company; take away thyself. Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd; If not, I would it were. 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; 290 For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm. Apem. Where liest o' nights, Timon? Tim. Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus? Apem. Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it. Tim. Would poison were obedient and knew my mind! Apem. Where wouldst thou send it? Tim. To sauce thy dishes. |