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TIMON

               [aside] I’ll meet you at the turn. What a god’s gold, [45]
               That he is worshipp’d in a baser temple
               Than where swine feed?

               ’Tis thou that rigg’st the bark and plough’st the foam,
               Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
               To thee be worship; and thy saints for aye [50]
               Be crown’d with plagues, that thee alone obey!
               Fit I meet them.

                                                                                           [Coming forward]



              POET
               Hail, worthy Timon!



              PAINTER
                               Our late noble master!



              TIMON
               Have I once liv’d to see two honest men?



              POET
               Sir, [55]

               Having often of your open bounty tasted,
               Hearing you were retir’d, your friends fall’n off,
               Whose thankless natures (O abhorred spirits!)
               Not all the whips of heaven are large enough −
               What, to you, [60]

               Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
               To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover
               The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

               With any size of words.


              TIMON

               Let it go naked, men may see’t the better. [65]
               You that are honest, by being what you are,
               Make them best seen and known.



              PAINTER
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