Timon of Athens by William Shakespeare

The Life of Timon of Athens

by William Shakespeare

TIMON "Rogue, rogue, rogue!

I am sick of this false world, and will love naught

But even the mere necessities upon't.

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave.

Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat

Thy gravestone daily. Make thine epitaph,

That death in me at others' lives may laugh.

O, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

'Twixt natural son and sire; thou bright defiler

Of Hymen's purest bed; thou valliant Mars;

Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,

Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

That lies on Dian's lap; thou visible god,

That sold'rest close imposibilities

And mak'st them kiss, that speak'st with every tongue

To every purpose: O, thou touch of hearts:

Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue

Set them into confounding odds, that beasts

May have the world in empire."

Act IV Scene III