wappened

O blessèd breeding sun , draw from the Earth earth
Rotten humidity ! Below thy sister’s orb
Infect the air ! Twinned brothers of one womb ,
Whose procreation , residence , and birth
Scarce is dividant , touch them with several fortunes ,
The greater scorns the lesser . Not nature ,
To whom all sores lay siege , can bear great fortune
But by contempt of nature .
Raise me this beggar , and deny ’t that lord ;
The Senators shall bear contempt hereditary ,
The beggar native honor .
It is the pasture lards the brother’s sides ,
The want that makes him lean . Who dares , who
dares
In purity of manhood stand upright
And say This man’s a flatterer ? If one be ,
So are they all , for every grise of fortune
Is smoothed by that below . The learnèd pate
Ducks to the golden fool . All’s obliquy .
There’s nothing level in our cursèd natures
But direct villainy . Therefore be abhorred
All feasts , societies , and throngs of men .
His semblable , yea , himself , Timon disdains .
Destruction fang mankind ! Earth , yield me roots !
Who seeks for better of thee , sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison ! What is here ?
Gold ? Yellow , glittering , precious gold ?
No , gods , I am no idle votarist .
Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will
make
Black white , foul fair , wrong right ,
Base noble , old young , coward valiant .
Ha , you gods ! Why this ? What this , you gods ? Why ,
this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ,
Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads .
This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions , bless th’ accursed ,
Make the hoar leprosy adored , place thieves
And give them title , knee , and approbation
With senators on the bench . This is it
That makes the wappened widow wed again ;
She whom the spital house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at , this embalms and spices
To th’ April day again . Come , damnèd earth ,
Thou common whore of mankind , that puts odds
Among the rout of nations , I will make thee
Do thy right nature . Ha ? A drum ?
Thou ’rt quick ,
But yet I’ll bury thee . Thou ’lt go , strong thief ,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand .
Nay , stay thou out for earnest .