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0, 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 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 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! Mive eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink
Apem. Thou weep'st 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
bastard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me
much. Apem. Much!
[Tucket sounded. T'im. 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?
Seru. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea
Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Enter Cupid. 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. i Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are
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. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite, 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 should fear, those, that dance before me now,
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
i 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. Tim. Flavius, Flav. My lord. Tim.
The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord.—More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside. Else I should tell him,-Well,-i faith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
[Exit, and returns, with the casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men?
Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses. Tim.
O my friends, I have one word To say to you:— Look you, my good lord, I must
honour me so much, as to Advance this jewel; Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.
i Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,All. So are we all.
Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the
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. Flav.
I scarce know how.
Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord
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 re
ceiv’d, Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside. ]
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, 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 every word; he is so kind, that he now Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books. Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, Before I were forc'd out! Happier is he that has no friend to feed, Than such as do even enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my
You do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much of your own me
rits:Here, my lord; a trifle of our love. 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will
Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave