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Tim. Fie, th' art a churl; ye have

got a humour there Does not become a man, 'ris much to blame : They say, 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 for't indeed.

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

Tim. I take no heed of thee; th' art an Athenian, therefore welcome ; I myself would have no powerpr’ythee let

my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat ; 'twould choke me 'fore I fhould e'er flatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not? It grieves me

to fee

So many dip their meat in one man's blood,
And, all the madness is, he cheers them


to't. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men ! Methinks they Mould 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 the readiest man to kill him. 'has been prov'd, Were I a great man, I should fear to drink, Left they should spy my wine-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 sinner, honest water, which ne’er left man i' th' mire. This and

my food are equal, there's no odds ; Feafts 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 bould 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


filc. 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 Aatterers were thine enemies then, that thou might'st 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 should think ourselves, 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


friends else? wby 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. you gods, (think I), what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of 'em? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have often wish'd 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 preciouscomfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made a joy ere't can be born ; mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks :to forget their faults, I drink to you.


Apem. Thou weep'it but to make them drink thee, Timon.

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

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my Lord, you mov'd me much. Apem. Much!

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

Enter Servant, Ser. Please you, my Lord, there are certain ladies molt desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills ?

Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner, my Lord which bears that office to fignify their pleasures.

Tim. I pray let them be admitted.

SCENE VI. Enter Cupid with a mask of ladies, as Amazons.' Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all That of his bounties taste! the five beft fenfes Acknowledge thee their patron, and do come Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bofom : Th' car, taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from the table rife. These only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Tim. They're welcome all! let 'em have kind admit. Let music make their welcome.

[tance: Luc. You see, my Lord, how amply you're belov'd. Apem. Hoyday! what a sweep of vanity comes this They dance, they are mad women.

[way! Like madness is the glory of this life ti

As * It appears that some lines are dropt out and lost from between the third and fourth verfes. I conjecture the sense of the whole night be this, The glory of human life is like the madness of this malk: it is a fa!fe aim at happiness; which is to be obtained only by fobriety and temperance in a private and retired life. But fuperficial judges will always prefer ponip and glory ; because in outward appearance, it has to greatly the advantage ; as great as this pompous Sapper appears to have above my oil and rooi.

As this pomp shews to a little oil and root.
We make ourfelses fools, to disport ourselves;
And ipend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age † we void it up again,
With poifenous ipight and envy--
Who lives that's not deprared or depraves ?
Who dies that bears not one fpurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?-
I should fear, those that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
Mea fhut their doors againft a setting fun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Timon,

eack fingling out an Amazon, and all dance, men with
womn, a lafiy Arain or two to the hautboys, and

cafe. Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, [ladies, Which was not half so beautiful and kind : You've added worth unto't, and lively lustre, And entertain'd me with mine own device. I am to thank you for it.

Luc. My Lord, you take us even at the best.

Apem. 'Faith, for the worft is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you.
Please you to dispose yourselves.

All La. Most thankfully, my Lord. [Exeunt.
Tim. Flavius-
Flav. My Lord.
Tim. The little caset bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there is no crofling him in's humour, Else I should tell himwellfaith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross then if he could. 'Tis pity Bounty has not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. [Exil

. Lucul. Where be our men ? Ser. Here, my Lord, in readiness. Luc. Our horses. T'ini. O my good friends!

I of age, for decory of fortune, poverty,'


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I have one word to say to you ; look, my Lord,
I must intreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel, accept and wear it,


Lord ! 1.uc. I am so far already in your gifts All. So are we all. [Exe. Lucius, Lucullus, &c.

SCENE VII. Enter a Servant. Ser. My Lord, there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted, and come to visit

you. Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter Flavius, Flav. I bescech your Honour, vouchsafe me a word ; it does concern you near.

Tim. Me near? why then another time I'll hear thee. I pr’ythee let's be provided to thew them entertainment, Flav. I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, bath presented to you four milk white horses trapt in filver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a thiril Servant, How now? what news ?

3 Serv. Please you, my Lord, that Honourable Gentleman, Lord Lucullus, intreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your Honour two brace of grey hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him ; and let them be received, not without fair reward.

Flav. What will this come to ? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, and all out of an empty coffer. Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To Thew him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes for ev'ry He is so kind that he pays interest for’t : [word: Vol. VI.



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