TIMON OF ATHENS
A monologue from the
play by William
Shakespeare
- TIMON: Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall
- That girdles in those wolves, dive in the earth
- And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
- Obedience fail in children! Slaves and fools,
- Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench
- And minister in their steads! To general filths
- Convert o' th' instant, green virginity!
- Do't in your parents' eyes! Bankrupts, hold fast;
- Rather than render back, out with your knives
- And cut your trusters' throats! Bound servants, steal:
- Large-handed robbers your grave masters are
- And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed:
- Thy mistress is o' th' brothel. Son of sixteen,
- Pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire;
- With it beat out his brains! Piety and fear,
- Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
- Domestic awe, night-rest and neighborhood,
- Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,
- Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
- Decline to your confounding contraries,
- And yet confusion live! Plagues incident to men,
- Your potent and infectious fevers heap
- On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
- Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
- As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty
- Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
- That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive
- And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
- Sow all th' Athenian bosoms, and their crop
- Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
- That their society, as their friendship, may
- Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee
- But nakedness, thou detestable town;
- Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
- Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
- Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
- The gods confound -- hear me, you good gods all --
- Th' Athenians both within and out that wall;
- And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
- To the whole race of mankind, high and low!
- Amen.
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