Page 3175 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I swound to see thee.

APEMANTUS
Would thou wouldst burst!

TIMON
Away, thou tedious rogue, I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee. [370]
[Throwing a stone at him]

APEMANTUS
Beast!

TIMON
Slave!

APEMANTUS
Toad!

TIMON
Rogue, rogue, rogue!
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought [375]
But even the mere necessities upon ’t.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily: make thine epitaph,
That death in me at others’ lives may laugh. [380]
[Looking on the gold] O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

’Twixt natural son and sire, thou bright defiler
Of Hymen’s purest bed, thou valiant Mars,
Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow [385]

That lies on Dian’s lap! Thou visible god,
That sold’rest close impossibilities,
And mak’st them kiss; that speak’st with every tongue,
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts,

Think thy slave Man rebels, and by thy virtue [390]
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts