O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us![2354] 30 Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live[2355] But in a dream of friendship?[2356] To have his pomp and all what state compounds[2356][2357] 35 But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?[2358] Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,[2359] When man's worst sin is, he does too much good! Who then dares to be half so kind again? 40 For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.[2360] My dearest lord, blest to be most accursed, Rich only to be wretched, thy great fortunes Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord![2361] He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat[2362] 45 Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to[2363][2364] Supply his life, or that which can command it.[2363] I'll follow, and inquire him out:[2365] I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still. [_Exit._ 50 SCENE III. _Woods and cave, near the sea-shore._[2366] _Enter_ TIMON, _from the cave_.[2367] _Tim._ O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth[2368] 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,[2369] 5 The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,[2370][2371] To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune[2371] But by contempt of nature.[2371][2372] Raise me this beggar and deny 't that lord,[2373] The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,[2374] 10 The beggar native honour. It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,[2375] The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,[2376] In purity of manhood stand upright, And say 'This man's a flatterer'? if one be,[2377] 15 So are they all; for every grise of fortune[2378] Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;[2379] There's nothing level in our cursed natures But direct villany. Therefore be abhorr'd[2380] 20 All feasts, societies and throngs of men! His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains: Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots![2381] [_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,[2382] I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens![2382][2383] Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,[2382] Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.[2382][2384]