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By night frequents my house. I am a man
Well; what further?
The man is honest. oid Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: His honesty rewards him in itself, It must not bear my daughter. Tim.
Does she love him?
Tim. [To Lucilius. Love you the maid?
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future,
all. Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her. Old Ath.
Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee: mine lionour on my pro
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you!
[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 friend?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Painting is welcome.
The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your
What, my lord? dispraise ?
My lord, 'tis rated
Well mock'd. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common
tongue, Which all men speak with him.
Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.
+ To unclew a man, is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes.
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ?
Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.
He'll spare none.
know'st them not.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
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. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy labour.
; Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing®, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feigu'd, 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 a lord!
Tim. What would'st 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 not thou a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
Alluding to the proverb: Plain dealiug is a jew. el, but they who use it beggars.
'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 Most hungrily on your sight. Tim.
Right welcome, sir: Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[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 well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice, 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?
* Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is worn down into a monkey.