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Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
But let the famish’d flesh slide from the bone
Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogs [530]
What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow’em,

Debts wither ’em to nothing; be men like blasted woods;
And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
And so farewell, and thrive.

STEWARD
O let me stay and comfort you, my master. [535]

TIMON
If thou hat’st curses

Stay not; fly, whilst thou art bless’d and free:
Ne’er see thou man, and let me ne’er see thee.
[Exit Steward; Timon withdraws into his cave]