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Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;-and to all That of his bounties taste!--The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance:
Musick, make their welcome.
[Exit CUFID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are be
Musick. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing.
Apem. Hey day, 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 shows to a little oil, and root.
With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's not
Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and, to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. 'Faith, for the worst 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 Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.
[Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies.
Flav. My lord.
The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
8 Shakspeare plays on the word crossed: alluding to the piece of silver money called a cross.
"Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.9 [Exit, and returns with the casket.
1 Lord. Where be our men?
2 Lord. Our horses.
Here, my lord, in readiness.
O my friends, I have one word
To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I must
Entreat you, honour me so much, as to
Advance this jewel;
Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: I pr'ythee, let us be provided
To show them entertainment.
I scarce know how.
Enter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
9 For his nobleness of soul.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news? 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward.
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 show him what a beggar his heart is,
That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes
Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such as do even enemies exceed,
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
You do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will
3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty!
Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser
I rode on it is yours, because you lik'd it.
2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in
Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no
Can justly praise, but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim.
Am I to you.
So infinitely endear'd,
Tim. All to you. 2-Lights, more lights.
The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon!
Tim. Ready for his friends.
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c.:
i. e. Could dispense them on every side with an ungrudging distribution, like that with which I could deal out 2 i. e. All happiness to you..