The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
More man? plague, plague![2478] 195
_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;[2479] 200
A poor unmanly melancholy sprung
From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place?[2480]
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[2481] 205
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods[2482]
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 210
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain[2483]
And call it excellent: thou wast told thus;
Thou gavest thine ears like tapsters that bade welcome[2484]
To knaves and all approachers: 'tis most just
That thou turn rascal; hadst thou wealth again, 215
Rascals should have't. Do not assume my likeness.
_Tim._ Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself.[2485]
_Apem._ Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself,[2486]
A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st[2487]
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, 220
Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees,[2488]
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip when thou point'st out? will the cold brook,[2489]
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures 225
Whose naked natures live in all 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--
_Tim._ A fool of thee: depart.[2490] 230
_Apem._ I love thee better now than e'er I did.[2491]
_Tim._ I hate thee worse.
_Apem._ Why?[2492]
_Tim._ Thou flatter'st misery.
_Apem._ I flatter not, but say thou art a caitiff.
_Tim._ Why dost thou seek me out?
_Apem._ To vex thee.[2493]
_Tim._ Always a villain's office or a fool's. 235
Dost please thyself in't?[2494]
_Apem._ Ay.
_Tim._ What! a knave too?
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