Tim. Well; what further? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Tim. The man is honest. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: His honefty rewards him in itself, It must not bear my daughter. Tim. Does the love him? Old Ath. She is young, and apt : Our own precedent paffions do instruct us Tim. [to LUCILIUS] Love you the maid? Luc. Ay, my good lord, and the accepts of it. I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Tim. How fhall he be endow'd If the be mated with an equal husband ? Old Ath. Three talents, on the prefent; in future, all. Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long i To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : What you beftow, in him I'll counterpoife, And make him weigh with her. Old Ath. Moft noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, fhe is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. Luc. Your lordship to accept. Tim. Painting is welco The painting is almost the natural man ; For fince difhonour trafficks with man's na He is but outfide: These pencil'd figures : Even fuch as they give out. I like your v And you fhall find, I like it: wait attenda hear further from me. Till you Pain. The gods Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give We must needs dine together.-Sir, your j Hath fuffer'd under praise. Jew. What, my lord Tim. A meer fatiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, It would unclew me quite. Jew. My lord, 'tis As those, which fell, would give: But y Things of like value, differing in the own Are prized by their masters: believ't, dea You mend the jewel by wearing it. Tim. Well n Mer. No, my good iord; he speaks the c Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you Enter APEMANTUS. Jer. We will bear, with your lordship. Mer. He'll fpare none. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves? thou know'ft them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou know'ft, I do; I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing fo much, as that I am not like Ti mon. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honeft Athenian's brains. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's she, if I be a dog? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Apem. No; I eat not lords. Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. Abem. O, they eat lords; fo they come by great bellies. S ike T Poet. Art not one. Apem. Yes. Poet. Then I lie not. Apem. Art not a poet? Poet. Yes. Apem. Then thou lieft: look in thy l thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow. Peet. That's not feign'd, he is fo. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and thy labour: He, that loves to be flatter'd, flatterer. Heavens that I were a lord! Tim. What would't do then, Apemant Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, my heart. Tim. What, thyfelf? Apem. Ay. Tim. Wherefore? Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a Art not thou a merchant? Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the g Trumpets found. Enter a Servi Tim. What trumpet's that? Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. You must needs dine with me:-Go not you hence, Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Moft welcome, fir! Apem. So, fo; there! [They falute. Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there fhould be fmall love 'mongst these sweet knaves, And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey. Alcib. Sir, you have fav'd my longing, and I feed Moft hungrily on your fight. Right welcome, fir: Tim. [Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Enter two Lords. ■ Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honeft. ■ Lord. That time ferves ftill. Apem. The most accurfed thou, that ftill omit'ft it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus? Apem. |