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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Timonobama of Athens!

"Rascal thieves,
Here’s gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o’the grape
Til the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
And so ’scape hanging: trust not the physician,
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
Do, villainy, do, since you protest to do’t,
Like workmen. I’ll example you with thievery:
the sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon’s an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth’s a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composure stolen
From general excrement: each thing’s a thief:
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have unchecked theft, Love not yourselves; away,
Rob one another — there’s more gold — cut throats;
All that you meet are thieves. To Athens go,
Break open shops; nothing can you steal
But thieves do lose it: steal not less for this
I give you; and gold confound you howso’er! Amen. — Act IV, Scene 3


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