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Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mcan to give thee none.

1 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 ny, 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 quittaucet. 1 Lord.

The noblest mind he carries. That ever goveru'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we

in ? 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Ereunt.

• Meed here means desert. ti.e. All the customary returns made in discharge of obligations.

VOL. VI.

SCENE II.

The same. A room of state in 'Timon's house.

Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet

served in; Flavius and others attending; then enter Timon, Alcibiades, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian Senators, with Ven. tidius, and attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus, discontentedly.

Ven. Most honour'd Tinion, 't hath pleas'd the

gods reinember My father's age, and call him to long peace. He is gone bappy, and has left me rich: Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help I deriv'd liberty. Tim.

O, by uo means, Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; I gave it freely ever; and there's none Can truly say, he gives, if he receives : If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.

Ven. A noble spirit. [ They all stand ceremoniously looking on Timon. Tim.

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 where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, 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.
Apem.

No,
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a hu.

mour there
Does not become a map, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est*,
But yond' man's ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me 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 Atheni. an; therefore welcome: I mys: If would have no power: pr'ythee, 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 Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood; and all the madness is, He cheers them up toot. I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There's much example for't; the fellow, that Sits next him uow, parts bread with bim, and pledges The breath of him in a divided draught, Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd. If I Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;

* Anger is a short madoess.

+ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an ani. mal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the ani. mal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chase.

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes : Great men should drink with harness on their

throats. Tim. My lord, in heartt: and let the health go

round. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Apem.

Flow this way! A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Those healths will make thee, and thy state look ill. Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire : This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

APEMANTUS'S GRACE,

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man, but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fondi,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping;
Or a kceper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

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

Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends.

Alcib. So they were bleeding.new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

Apem. 'Would all those Aatterers were thine ene.

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mies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect*.

Tim. 0, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that cbaritablet title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them : and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be boru ! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.

Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.

2 Lord. Joy had the like conception ia our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bas.

tard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me

much. Apem. Much I!

(Tucket sounded.

* i.e. Arrived at the perfection of happiness. + Endearing.

1 Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous admiration.

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