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,
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]
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 unlearn'd 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 cherubim 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.
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