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of it,

debt;

Pain. Indifferent.

Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Poet.

Admirable: How this grace Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Pain. 'Tis common :
This

eye shoots forth ! how big imagination A thousand moral paintings I can show, Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune One might interpret.

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.

To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Here is a touch ; Is't good ?

The foot above the head. Poet.

I'll

say It tutors nature : artificial strife

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, allended; the Ser. Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

vant of VENTIDIUS talking with him. Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you ? Enter certain Senators, and pass over.

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his Pain. How this lord's follow'd ! Poct. The senators of Athens : – Happy men ! His means most short, his creditors most strait : Pain. Look, more!

Your honourable letter he desires Poct. You see this confluence, this great flood of To those have shut him up; which failing to him, visitors.

Periods his comfort. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,

Tim.

Noble Ventidius! Well; Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug I am not of that feather, to shake off Vith amplest entertainment: My free drift My friend when he must need me. I do know Ilalts not particularly, but moves itself

him In a wide sea of wax : no leveli'd malice

A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Infects one comma in the course I hold;

Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. Lut flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Leaving no tract behind.

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ranPain. How shall I understand you ?

some ; Poet.

I'll unbolt to you. And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:You see how all conditions, how all minds,

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as

But to support him after. — Fare you well. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down

Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Erit. Their services to lord I'imon : his large fortune,

Enter an old Athenian.
Lpon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendanc Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer Tim.

Freely, good father, To A pemantus, that few thingsloves better

old. Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Than to abhor himself: even he drops down

Tim. I have so : What of him? The knee before him, and returns in peace

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before Most rich in Timon's nod.

thee, Pain.

I saw them speak together. Tim. Attends he here, or no ? - Lucilius ! Peet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant

Enter LUCILIUS. hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. mount

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,

creature, That labour on the bosom of this sphere

By night frequents my house. I am a man To propagate their states : amongst them all, That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix’d, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Oae do I personate of lord Timon's frame, Than one which holds a trencher. Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Tim.

Well; what further : Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Translates his rivals.

On whom I may confer what I have got :
Pain.

'Tis conceiv'd to scope. The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
The throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Bowing his head against the steepy mount

Attempts her love : I pr'ythee, noble lord,
To climb his happiness, would be well expressid Join with me to forbid him her resort ;
In our condition.

Myself have spoke in vain.
Nay, sir, but hear me on:

Tim.

The man is honest. All those which were his fellows but of late,

Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
Some better than his value,) on the moment His honesty rewards him in itself,
Collow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, It must not bear my daughter.
lain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

Tim.

Does she love him? lake sacred even his stirrop, and through him Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Drink the free air.

Our own precedent passions do instruct us Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these? What levity's in youth. Pact. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Tim. (To Lucilius.] Love you the maid? mood,

Luc. Āy, my good lord, and she accepts of it. pars down her late belor'd, all his dependants, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing, Thich labour'd after him to the mountain's top, I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Poet.

Go not away.

poet?

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Tin. Whither art going?
And dispossess her all.

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian s brains. Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. If she be mated with an equal husband ?

Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? all,

Apen. The best, for the innocence.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
To build his fortune I will strain a little,

Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter;
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

Pain. You are a dog. And make him weigh with her.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation ; What's Old Ath.

Most noblo lord, she, if I be a dog? Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Apem. No; I eat not lords. promise.

Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great That state or fortune fall into my keeping,

bellies. Which is not ow'd to you !

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. (Ereunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian.

Apem. So thou apprehend'st it ; Take it for thy Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your labour. lordship!

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon: Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will

- What have you there, my friend ? not cost a man a doit. Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Your lordship to accept.

Apem. Not worth my thinking. – How now, Tim.

Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man;

Poet. How now, philosopher ?
For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, Apem. Thou liest.
He is but outside : These pencil'd figures are

Poet. Art not one ?
Even such as they give out. I like your work ;

Apem. Yes.
And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Poet. Then I lie not.
Till you hear further from me.

Apen. Art not a poet ?
Pain.
The gods preserve you!

Poet. Yes.
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work,

where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. We must needs dine togetker. Sir, your jewel Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. Hath suffer'd under praise.

Apen. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Jew.

What, my lord ? dispraise ? thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flatterede Tim. A meer satiety of commendations.

is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,

lord! It would unclew me quite.

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Jew. My lord, 'tis rated

Apen. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord
As those, which sell, would give: But you well know, with my heart.
Things of like value, differing in the owners,

Tim. What, thyself?
Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Apem. Ay.
You mend the jewel by wearing it.

Tim. Wherefore ?
Tim.

Well mock'd.

Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lond Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Art not thou a merchant ? tongue,

Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Which all men speak with him.

Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods wil Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ? not ! Enter APEMANTUS.

Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. Jew. We will bear with your lordship.

Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound

thee! Mer.

He'll spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantas ! Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; Tim. What trumpet's that ?
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Serv.

'Tis Alcibiades, and honest.

Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou

Tim. Pray entertain them; give thein guide 5 know'st them not.

(Exeunt some Attendant Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

You must needs dine with me : - Go not ye T'im. Yes.

hence, Apen. Then I repent not.

Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's dem Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Show me this piece.'

– I am joyful of your sight Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call’d thee by thy

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his contpany. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Most welcome, sir ! Apen. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Apem.

So, so; there! Timon.

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That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Ven. A noble spirit. knaves,

[They all stand ceremoniously looking on And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out

Timox. Into baboon and monkey.

Tim.

Nay, my lords, ceremony Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss Most hungrily on your sight.

On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Tin

Right welcome, sir ; Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ; Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time But where there is true friendship, there need none. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, [Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Than my fortunes to me.

[ They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Enter Two Lords.

Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you

not? 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest.

T'im. O, Apemantus ! - you are welcome. 1 Lord. That time serves still.

Apem.

No,

You shall not make me welcome : Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it.

I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine

Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a

humour there heat fools.

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame : 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice.

They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?

But yond' man's ever angry: Apen. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I

Go, let him have a table by himself;

For he does neither affect company,
mean to give thee none.
1 Lord. Hang thyself.

Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; 1 come to observe; I give thee warning on't

.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; make thy requests to thy friend. 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee nian; therefore welcome : I myself would have no

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athehence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass.

power: pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. [Erit.

Apem. I scorn thy meat ; 'twould choke me, for

I should 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall

Ne'er fatter thee. O you gods! what a number we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty ? be outgoes

Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! The very heart of kindness.

It grieves me to see so many dip their meat 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, Is but bis steward: no meed, but he repays

He cheers them up too. Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : But breeds the giver a return exceeding

Methinks, they should invite them without knives; All use of quittance.

Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. I Lord.

The noblest mind he carries, There's much example for't; the fellow, that That ever govern'd man.

Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges

The breath of him in a divided draught, 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall

Is the readiest man to kill him : it has been prov'd. we in ?

If I i Lord. I'll keep you company.

(Exeunt.

Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; SCENE II.

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous - The same. A Room of State in Timon's House.

Great men should drink with harness on their Houtboys playing loud musick.

throats.

A great banquet Hrved in ; FLAVIUS and others attending; then

Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go

round. Enter Timox, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS. SKYPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with

2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, drop a brave fellow! - he keep his tides well. Timon,

Apem.

Flow this way! ping after all, A PEMANTUS, discontentedly.

Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, gods remember

Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire: My father's age, and call him to long peace. This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. He is gone happy, and has left me rich :

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart. I do return those talents,

APEMANTUS's GRACE.
Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I

pray for no man, but myself":
Tim.
O, by no means,

Grant I may never prove so fond, Honest Ventidius : you mistake my love ;

To trust man on his oath or bond; I gave it freely ever; and there's none

Or a harlot, for her weeping; ('an truly say, he gives, if he receives :

Or a clog, that seems a sleeping; If our betters play at that game, we must not dare

Or a keeper with my freedom ; To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.

Or my friends, if I should need 'em.

notes :

I deriv'd liberty.

not

Amen. So fall to't :

1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you me Rich men sin, and I eat root.

belov'd. (Eats and drinks.

Musick. Re-entor Cupid, with a masque of Ladies Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus ! as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the and playing

field now. Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes Tim. - You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, They dance ! they are mad women.

this way! than a dinner of friends.

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, Like madness is the glory of this life, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best

As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root. friend at such a feast.

We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine

And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, enemies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and Upon whose age we void it up again, bid me to 'em.

With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears we might express some part of our zeals, we should

Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift? think ourselves for ever perfect.

I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the

Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done : gods themselves have provided that I shall have much

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. help from you: How had you been my friends else? The Lords rise from table, with much adoring one why have you that charitable title from thousands,

Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles at did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told

an Amazon, and all dance, men vữk women, & more of you to myself, than you can with modesty

lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease. speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have

Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, any friends, if we should never have need of them ?

fair ladies, they were the most needless creatures living, should

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, we ne'er have use for them : and would most resem

Which was not half so beautiful and kind; ble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre, their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often

And entertain'd me with mine own device; wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to

I am to thank you for it. you. We are born to do benefits : and what better 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. or properer can we call our own than the riches Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would of our friends ? 0, what a precious comfort ’tis, to

not hold taking, I doubt me. have so many like brothers, commanding one an

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet other's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can

Attends you : Please you to dispose yourselves. be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, me

AU Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. thinks; to forget their faults, I drink to you.

[Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink,

Tim. Flavius,
Timon.

Flav. My lord. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes,

Tim.

The little casket bring me bider. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.

Flav. Yes, my lord. — More jewels yet! Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a There is no crossing him in his humour'; [Add bastard.

Else I should tell him, — Well, -i'faith, I should 3 Lord. I promise you my lord, you mov'd me

When all's spent, he'd be crossd then, an he could. much.

"Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; Apem. Much!

[Tucket sounded. That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Tim. What means that trump? - How now?

[Erit, and returns with the casia.

1 Lord. Where be our men ? Enter a Servant.

Seru. Here, my lord, in readiness. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies

2 Lord. Our horses. most desirous of admittance.

T'im.

O my friends, I have one word Tim. Ladies? What are their wills?

To say to you ; - Look you, my good lord, I must Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my Entreat you, honour me so much, as to lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea- Advance this jewel ;

Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

i Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, –

AU. So are we all.
Enter Cupid.
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ;- and to all

Enter a Servant.
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of se
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
To congratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise ; Tim. They are fairly welcome.
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Flav.

I beseech your boot, Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you meet admittance.

Tim. Near; why then another time I'll be Musick, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid.

sures.

senate

thee :

I pr’ythee, let us be provided

Can justly praise, but what he does affect : To show them entertainment.

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; Flate

I scarce know how. I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.
[Aside. AU Lords.

None so welcome.
Enter another Servant.

Tim. I take all and your several visitations 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give ; Lucius,

Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, Out of his free love, hath presented to you

And ne'er be weary. · Alcibiades, Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast Enter a third Servant.

Lie in a pitch'd field. Be worthily entertain'd. - How now, what news? Alcib.

Ay, defiled land, my lord. 3 Sery. Please you, my lord, that honourable 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company

Tim.

And so to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your Am I to you. honour two'brace of greyhounds.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd Tim. I'll hunt with him ; and let them be receiv'd, Tim. All to you. - Lights, more lights. Not without fair reward.

1 Lord.

The best of happiness, Flar. (Aside.)

What will this come to ? Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon ! He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, Tim. Ready for his friends. And all out of an empty coffer.

[Exeunt ALLIBIADES, Lords, fc. Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, Apem.

What a coil's here! To show him what a beggar his heart is,

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! Being of no power to make his wishes good; I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums His promises fly so beyond his state,

That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes : Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs. For every word; he is so kind, that he now Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies. Pays interest for't ; his lands put to their books. Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, Well

, 'would I were gently put out of office, I'd be good to thee. Before I were forc'd out!

Apem.

No, I'll nothing : for Happier is he that has no friend to feed,

If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left Than such as do even enemies exceed.

To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the I bleed inwardly for my lord.

[Exit.

faster. Tim.

You do yourselves Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits: Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly :
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ? 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will Tim.

Nay, receive it.

An you begin to rail on society once, $ Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty ! I am sworn, not to give regard to you. Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Farewell; and come with better musick. [Exit. Good words the other day of a bay courser

Apem. I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it! Thou'lt not hear me now, - thou shalt not then, I'll 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in

lock that.

Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be Tim. You may take my word, my lord ; I know, To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! (Exit.

So ;

no man

ACT II.

SCENE J. - The same. 4 Room in a Senator's Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho !
House.

Caphis, I say !
Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.

Enter Caphis. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Caph. Here, sir ; What is your pleasure? Isidore

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,

Timon; Which makes it five and twenty.

Still in motion Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. With slight denial ; nor then silenc'd, when – f I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,

Commend me to your master — and the cap Ind give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold : Plays in the right hand thus: - but tell him, f I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more

sirrah, Better than be, why, give my horse to Timon, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn 1sk nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, Out of mine own; his days and times are past, And able horses : No porter at his gate;

And my reliances on his fracted dates fat rather one that smiles, and still invites Have smit my credit : I love, and honour him ; all that pass by. It cannot bold; no reason But must not break my back, to heal his finger :

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