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Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus, Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. Luc. That time ferves itill. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay, to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice. Lucul. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Thou should'It have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

Luc. Hang thyself.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.

Lucul. Away,unpeaceable dog,or--I'll fpurn thee hence.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o'th'ass.

Luc. He's opposite to humanity.
Come, shall we in, and taste Lord Timon's bounty?
He, sure, outgoes the very heart of kindness.

Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the god of gold,
1: but his steward : no meed but he repays
Seven-fold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.

Luc. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man.

Litcul. Long may he live in fortunes! shall we in ? Luc. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House. Kaulboys playing, loud musick. A great banquet serv’d in;

and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian senators, with Ventidius. Then .

comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontentedly. Ven. Mot honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the gods

To call my father's age unto long peace. He is gone happy, and has left me ricła.



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 no 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 chem. Faults that are rich, are fair.

Ven. A noble spirit.

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first, To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodne's, forry ere 'tis shown: But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, fit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Than they to me.

[They sit down. Luc. We always have confest it. Apem. Ho, ho, confeft 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. Fie, th’art a churl; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: They fay, my Lords, that Ira furor brevis eft, But yonder man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by himself: For he does neither affect company, Nor is, he fit fort, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thy peril, Timon; I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.

T'im. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, therefore welcome; I myself would have no power---pr’ythee let my meat make thee filent:

Apem. I scorn thy meat, 'twould choak me: for I should ne'er fatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Tiinin, and he sees 'ein not? It grieves me to see So many dip their meat in one man's blood, And all the madneli is, he cheers them up too.


I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men!
Methints, 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 now, parts bread with him, and pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is th' readiest man to kill him. "Thas been prov'd.
Were I a great man, I should fear, to drink,
Left they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes :
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
Tim. My Lord, in heart; and let the health go

round. Lucul, Let it flow this way, my good Lord.

Apem. Flow this way!-a brave fellow! he keeps his tides well; those healths will make thee and thy ftate look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a finner, honeft water, which ne'er left man i'th' mire: This and my food are equal, 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 fond
To trust man on his oath, or bond;
Or a harlot for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping;
Or a keeper with my freedom ;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen, Amen; So fall to't:
Rich men fin, and I eat root.

Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Tim. Captain, Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. Alc. My heart is ever at your service, my Lord.

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

Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's no meat like 'em. I could wish my friend at such a feast.

Apem. Would all these flatterers were thine enemies then; that thou might'it kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!


Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my Lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we fould think ourfelves for ever perfect.

Tim. Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have as much help from

you: how had you been my friends else ; why have you

that charitable title from thousands, did not you 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. Oh you gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we hould never have need of 'em ? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why I have often witht 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 ? 0, what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e’en made away ere't can be born ; mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks: to forget their faulis, I drink

to you.

you, my Lord,

Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.

Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that instant like a babe sprung up.

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 3 Lord. I promise

you mov'd me much, Apem. Much!

Sound Tucket.
Tim. What means that trump? how now?

Enter Servant. Serv. Please you, my Lord, there are certain Ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Serv. There comes with them a fore-runner, my Lord, which bears that office to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.


Enter Cupid with a Masque of Ladies, as Amazons.

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron; and do come
Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bofom :
Th'ear, taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from thy table rise, (7)
These only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Tim. They're welcome all;let’em have kind admittance,
Let mufick make their welcome.

Luc. You fee, my Lord, how amply you're belov'd.

Apem. Hoyday! what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance, they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life;
As this pomp shews to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourfelves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spight and envy
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends gift? -
I mould fear, those, that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 'Thas been done;
Men shut their doors against the setting fun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Timon ;

each fingling out an Amazon, and all dance, men with
wonnen ; a lofty sirain or two to the hautboys, and ceale.

Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, [Ladies,

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(7) There tafie, fruch, all, pleas'd from thy table rise :

They only now---] The incomparable emendation, with which the text is here fupply'd, I owe to my ingenious friend Mr. Warburion. The five senses, as he observes, are talk'd of by Cupid, but only three of them made out; and whose in a very heavy, unintelligible manner. But now you have them all, and the poet's sense, complcat, viz. The fire senses, Timin, acknowledge thee their patron; four of them, the hearing, the touch, the taste, and smell, are all regaled at your board; and these Ladies come with me to entertain your light, in presenting a malyue.

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