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Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help I deriv'd liberty.
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 them; Faults that are rich, are fair. Ven. A noble spirit.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
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
Tim. O, Apemantus!—you are welcome.
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 humour there
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :-
Go, let him have a table by himself;
Faults that are rich, are fair.] The faults of rich persons, and which contribute to the increase of riches, wear a plausible appearance, and as the world goes are thought fair, but they are faults notwithstanding.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; come to observe; I give thee warning on't. Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no power: pr'ythee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for
Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a number
I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men :
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes; Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
Tim. My lord, in heart; 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,
s I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
Ne'er flatter thee.] The meaning is, I could not swallow thy meat, for I could not pay for it with flattery? and what was given me with an ill will would stick in my throat. JOHNSON:
- so many dip their meat
In one man's blood;] The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is that the animal on which they are feeding cheers them to the chase. JOHNSON.
7 My lord, in heart;] That is, my lord's health with sincerity. D
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.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
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 flatterers were thine enemies 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.
-for ever perfect.] Arrived at the perfection of happiness.
Tim. O, 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 charitable 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 born! 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 in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.
Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a
3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much.
that charitable title-] Charitable signifies, dear, en
9 dearing. 'I confirm you.] I fix your characters firmly in my own mind. 20 joy, e'en made away ere it can be born!] Tears being the effect both of joy and grief, supplied our author with an opportunity of conceit, which he seldom fails to indulge. Timon, weeping with a kind of tender pleasure, cries out, O joy, e'en made away, destroyed, turned to tears, before it can be born, before it can be fully possessed. JOHNSON.
Tim. What means that trump?-How now?
Enter a 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 forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea
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 CUPID.. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.
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 day!
They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.3
·3 Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.] Apemantus means to say that the glory of this life was just as much madness in the