Apem. Would thou wouldst burst![2545][2546]
Tim. Away, thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall[2546] 365
lose a stone by thee.[2546] [Throws a stone at him.[2547]
Apem. Beast![2546]
Tim. Slave![2546]
Apem. Toad![2546]
Tim. Rogue, rogue, rogue![2546][2548] 370
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon't.[2549]
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph, 375
That death in me at others' lives may laugh.[2550]
[To the gold] O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce[2551]
'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler[2552]
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,[2553] 380
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,[2554]
That solder'st close impossibilities,
And makest them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts! 385
Think thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue[2555]
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!
Apem. Would 'twere so![2556]
But not till I am dead. I'll say thou hast gold:[2557]
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.
Tim. Throng'd to![2558]
Apem. Ay. 390
Tim. Thy back, I prithee.