As this pomp fhews to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to difport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whofe 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 fhould fear, those that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
Men fhut their doors against a setting fun.

The Lords rife from table, with much adoring of Timon, each fingling out an Amazon, and all dance, men with a lofty Arain or two to the hautboys, and

women,

ceafe.

Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind :

You've added worth unto't, and lively luftre,
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.

[ladies,

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 difpofe yourselves.

All La. Moft thankfully, my Lord.

Tim. Flavius

Flav. My Lord.

Tim. The little casket bring me hither.

[Exeunt.

Flav. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there is no

croffing him in's humour,

Elfe I fhould tell him-well

-i' faith, I fhould,

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. [Exit.

Lucul. Where be our men?

Ser. Here, my Lord, in readiness.

Luc. Our horfes.

Tim. O my good friends!

age, for decay of fortune, poverty,

I have one word to fay to you; look, my Lord,
I muft intreat you, honour me so much

As to advance this jewel, accept and wear it,
Kind my Lord!

Luc. I am fo 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 fenate newly alighted, and come to vifit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter Flavius,

Flav. I befcech 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 fhew them entertainment, Flay. I fcarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath prefented to you four milkwhite horses trapt in filver.

Tim. I fhall accept them fairly: let the prefents Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a third 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 fent 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 parfe, or yield me this, To fhew him what a beggar his heart is,

Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promifes fly fo beyond his ftate,

That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes for ev'ry
He is fo kind that he pays interest for't :

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His land's put to their books. Well, would I were
Gently put out of office, ere I were forc'd:

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than fuch that do e'en enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

[Exit.

Tim. You do yourselves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our love.

- 1 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. He has the very foul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on. 'Tis your's, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. Oh, I befeech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that.

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Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know no man can juftly praise, but what he does affect. weigh my friend's affection with my own; I tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give

My thanks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a foldier, therefore seldom rich,
I'll come in charity to thee; thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alc. I defy land, my Lord.

I Lord. We are fo virtuously bound

Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights. 3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep with you, Lord Timon

Tim. Ready for his friends.

SCENE VIII.

Apem. What a coil's here,

[Exeunt Lords.

Serring of becks and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums

That

That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs;
Methinks falfe hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I fhould be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst fin the faster. Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyfelf in per shortly. What need thefe featts, pomps, and vain-glories?

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Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on fociety once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and

come with better mufic.

[Exit.

Apem. So thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt I'll lock thy heaven from thee :

Oh, that mens' ears should be

To counfel deaf, but not to flattery!

Sen.

ACT II. SCENE I.

A public place in the city.

Enter a Senator.

[not then.

[Exit.

AND late, five thoufand: to Varro and to

Ifidore

He owes nine thousand, besides my former fum;
Which makes it five and twenty.- -Still in motion
Of raging waste? it cannot hold, it will not.
If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
If I would fell my horfe, and buy ten more
Better than he; why, give my horse to Timon.
Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight
Ten able horses. No porter at his gate,
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by it. It cannot hold; no reafon
Can found his ftate in fafety. Caphis, hoa!
Caphis, I fay.

Enter Caphis.

Cap. Here, Sir; what is your pleasur:?
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Sen.

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haft you to Lord Timon; Importune him for monies; be not ceas'd With flight denial; nor then filenc'd with "Commend me to your mafter and the

cap

Play'ng in the right hand, thus :-but tell him, firrah,
My ufes cry to me, 1 mult ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliance on his fracted dates

Has fmit my credit. I love and honour him ;
But muft not break my back, to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief

Muft not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate, Get you gone.
Put on a molt importunate afpect,
A vifage of demand: for I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Who flashes now a phoenix.-Get you gone.

Cap. I go, Sir.

Sen. I go, Sir-Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.

Cap. I will, Sir.

Sen. Go.

SCENE II. Changes to Timon's hall.

[Exeunt.

Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.

Fla. No care, no stop? fo fenfeless of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor ceafe his flow of riot? takes no account
How things go from him, and refumes no care
Of what is to continue: never mind

Was, to be fo unwife, to be so kind †.

What fhall be done?- -he will not hear, till feel:

I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie.

Enter

Nothing can be worse, or more obfcurely expreffed; and all for the fake of a wretched rhime. To make it fenfe and grammar, it fhould be fupplied thus,

never mind

Was [made] to be fo unwife, [in order] to be fo kind.

i. e. Nature in order to make a profufe mind, never before endowed any man with fo large a fhare of fully.