Reading The Life of Tymon of Athens — William Shakespeare

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Tim.

Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall

That girdles in those Wolues, diue in the earth,

And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent,

Obedience fayle in Children: Slaues and Fooles

Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,

And minister in their steeds, to generall Filthes.

Conuert o'th'Instant greene Virginity,

Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast

Rather then render backe; out with your Kniues,

And cut your Trusters throates. Bound Seruants, steale,

Large‑handed Robbers your graue Masters are,

And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Masters bed,

Thy Mistris is o'th'Brothell. Some of sixteen,

Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,

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