Page 3170 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment:
That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves [265]
Do on the oak, have with one winter’s brush

Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare,
For every storm that blows − I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burthen.
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time [270]

Hath made thee hard in ’t. Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flatter’d thee. What hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father (that poor rag)
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff

To some she-beggar and compounded thee [275]
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

APEMANTUS

Art thou proud yet?

TIMON

Ay, that I am not thee.

APEMANTUS
I, that I was
No prodigal.

TIMON
I, that I am one now. [280]
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,

I’ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.
[Eating a root]

APEMANTUS

Here, I will mend thy feast.