On whom I may confer what I have got: The man is honest. 130 Tim. Tim. Old Ath. She is young and apt: Does she love him? Our own precedent passions do instruct us Tim. [To Lucilius] Love you the maid? Luc. Ay, my good lord; and she accepts of it. Tim. Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, How shall she be endow'd For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: And make him weigh with her. Old Ath. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. Mine hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. 140 Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may 150 [Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. Tim. Pain. friend? Painting is welcome. Till you hear further from me. 160 The gods preserve ye! Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise. What, my lord! dispraise? Jew. Jew. If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd, 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, Tim. Well mock'd. 170 Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here: will you be chid? Enter Apemantus. Jew. We'll bear, with your lordship. Mer. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus? Apem. Thou know 'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name. Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Apem. The best, for the innocence. 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're a dog. 181 190 Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, 200 if I be a dog? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Apem. No; I eat not lords. Tim. An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy labour. Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Apem. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet! 210 Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where 220 thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feigned; he is so. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? Apem. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart. Tim. What, thyself? Apem. Ay. Tim. Wherefore? Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. thou a merchant? Art not 230 Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! Apem. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee! Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger. Tim. What trumpet's that? Mess. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, All of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us. Apem. 240 [Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me: go not you hence Enter Alcibiades, with the rest. Most welcome, sir! So, so, there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Tim. Most hungerly on your sight. Right welcome, sir! 250 [Exeunt all but Apemantus. Enter two Lords. First Lord. What time o' day, is 't, Apemantus? |