Timan. Is this the Athenian minion whom the world
Voiced so regardfully?
Tim. Art thou Timandra?[2411] 80
Timan. Yes.[2411]
Tim. Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;[2411][2412]
Give them diseases, leaving with thee their lust.[2411][2412][2413]
Make use of thy salt hours: season the slaves[2412]
For tubs and baths; bring down rose-cheeked youth[2412][2414][2415]85
To the tub-fast and the diet.[2412][2415][2416]
Timan. Hang thee, monster!
Alcib. Pardon him, sweet Timandra, for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.[2417]
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,[2418]
The want whereof doth daily make revolt 90
In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved,[2419]
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,[2420]
Forgetting thy great deeds, when neighbour states,
But for thy sword and fortune, trod upon them—[2421]
Tim. I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. 95
Alcib. I am thy friend and pity thee, dear Timon.
Tim. How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.
Alcib. Why, fare thee well:
Here is some gold for thee.[2422]