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Luc. Humbly I thank your Jordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you! [Exeunt Luc. and old Ath. Poet.Vouehsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Painting is welcome.
The gods preserve you!
What, my lord: dispraise? Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't, as 'tis extollid, It would unclew me quite. Jew.
My lord, 'tis rated As those, which sell, would give: But you well know, Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by wearing it.
“ Well mook'd. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Which all men speak with him.
(tongue, Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be ebid?
He'll spare 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 dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st Apem. Are they not Athenians?
: But is rated
Timmend the their ma differina
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim.. Whither art going?
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. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou bast feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
thy labour: He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord !
Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.—Art
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.-
[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done,' Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Most welcome, sir!
[They salute. Apem.
So, so; there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small 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 sav'd my longing, and I feed
Right welcome, sir:
(Exeunt all but Apemantus.
Enter two Lords. 1 Lord. What time a-day is't, Apemantus?
Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The more accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee wel!, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
i Lord. Hang thyself.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit.
1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes The very heart of kindness.
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. 1 Lord.
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man.
2 Lord. Long may be live in fortunes! Shall we in? 1 Lord. I'll keep you company.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in Timon's House. Hautboys playing loud Music. A great Banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter Timon, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SemPRONIUS, and other ATHENIAN Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the gods
remember My father's age, and call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich :
Tim. . 0, by no means,
Nay, my lords, ceremony Was but devis’d at first, to set a gloss On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But whero there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my forlunes, Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have you not? Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome.
Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a humour
Apem. Let une stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no power: pr'vthee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I
should Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a number