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ACT IV. SCENE III.

A WOOD.

TIMON, ALCIBIADES, PHRYNIA, AND TIMANDRA.

Alcibiades. WHEN I have laid proud Athens on a heap,—
Tim.
Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens?
Alcib. Ay, Timon, and have cause.
Tim. The gods confound them all in thy conquest; and thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
Alcib. Why me, Timon?
Tim. That, by killing of villains, thou wast born to conquer my country.
Put up thy gold: Go on,—here's gold,—go on;
Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison
In the sick air: Let not thy sword skip one:
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
He's an usurer: Strike me the counterfeit matron;
It is her habit only that is honest.

Painted by John Opie, R.A. Engraved by Robert Thew.

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