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.
ALCIBIADES.
Noble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?
TIMON.
None, but to maintain my opinion.
ALCIBIADES.
What is it, Timon?
TIMON.
Promise me friendship, but perform none. If thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art a man. If thou dost perform, confound thee, for thou art a man.
ALCIBIADES.
I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.
TIMON.
Thou saw’st them when I had prosperity.
ALCIBIADES.
I see them now; then was a blessed time.