Tim. I know thee too, and more then that I know thee
I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,
With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:
Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,
Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,
Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,
For all her Cherubin looke
Phrin. Thy lips rot off
Tim. I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes
To thine owne lippes againe
Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change?
Tim. As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue:
But then renew I could not like the Moone,
There were no Sunnes to borrow of
Alc. Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
Tim. None, but to maintaine my opinion
Alc. What is it Timon? Tim. Promise me Friendship, but performe none. If thou wilt not promise, the Gods plague thee, for thou art a man: if thou do'st performe, confound thee, for thou art a man
Alc. I haue heard in some sort of thy Miseries
Tim. Thou saw'st them when I had prosperitie
Alc. I see them now, then was a blessed time
Tim. As thine is now, held with a brace of Harlots