Page 3166 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

TIMON

If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.

ALCIBIADES
I never did thee harm.

TIMON
Yes, thou spok’st well of me.

ALCIBIADES
Call’st thou that harm? [175]

TIMON
Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take

Thy beagles with thee.

ALCIBIADES

We but offend him. Strike!
[Drum beats. Exeunt Alcibiades, Phrynia and Timandra]

TIMON
That nature, being sick of man’s unkindness,
Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou [Digging]
Whose womb unmeasurable and infinite breast [180]

Teems and feeds all; whose self-same mettle,
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff’d,
Engenders the black toad and adder blue,

The gilded newt and eyeless venom’d worm,
With all th’ abhorred births below crisp heaven [185]
Whereon Hyperion’s quick’ning fire doth shine:
Yield him, who all the human sons do hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor root.

Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb;
Let it no more bring out ingrateful man. [190]
Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves and bears;

Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face
Hath to the marbled mansion all above