_Tim._ That by killing of villains[2426] Thou wast born to conquer my country.[2426][2430] 105 Put up thy gold: go on,--here's gold,--go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove[2431] 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; 110 He is an usurer: strike me the counterfeit matron;[2432] It is her habit only that is honest, Herself's a bawd: let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps[2433] That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes[2434] 115 Are not within the leaf of pity writ, But set them down horrible traitors: spare not the babe[2435] Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy;[2436] Think it a bastard whom the oracle[2437] Hath doubtfully pronounced thy throat shall cut,[2438] 120 And mince it sans remorse: swear against objects;[2439] Put armour on thine ears and on thine eyes, Whose proof nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding,[2440] Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers: 125 Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself! Speak not, be gone. _Alcib._ Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou givest me,[2441] Not all thy counsel.[2441][2442] _Tim._ Dost thou or dost thou not, heaven's curse upon thee! 130 _Phr. and Timan._ Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?[2443] _Tim._ Enough to make a whore forswear her trade, And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,[2444] Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable;[2445] Although, I know, you'll swear, terribly swear, 135 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; 140 Let your close fire predominate his smoke, And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,[2446][2447] Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs[2446][2448] With burdens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,[2446] No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;[2446][2449] 145 Paint till a horse may mire upon your face: A pox of wrinkles![2443] _Phr. and Timan._ Well, more gold: what then? Believe't that we'll do any thing for gold.[2450]