Tim. Keep it, I cannot eat it.[2423]
Alcib. When I have laid proud Athens on a heap—[2424] 100
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?[2425][2426]
Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.[2426]
Tim. The gods confound them all in thy conquest,[2426][2427]
And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd![2426][2428]
Alcib. Why me, Timon?[2426][2429]
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]