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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.

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Enter Cupid with a Masque of Ladies, as Amazons: Eup. H Ahto those worthy, Timon, and to all

That of his bounties taste! the five best

Senfes Acknowledge thee their patron; and do come Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bosom: Th' Ear, Taste, Touch, Smell, pleas'd from thy Ta

ble rife, These only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind ad

mittance, Let music make their welcome.

Luc. You see, my lord, how amply you're belov'd. Apem. Hoyday! 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 shews to a little oil and root. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourfelves ; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous fpight 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,

* The glory of this Life is very near to: madness, as may be made appear from this Pomp exhibited in a place where a Philosopher is feed-*: ing on Oil and Roots. When we see by Example how few are the Necessaries of Life, we learn what madness there is in so much Superfluity.

Would

John/on.

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Would one day stamp upon me: 'T has been done
Men shut their doors againft the setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Ti-

mon ; each singling out an Amazon, and all dance,
nien with women ; a lofty sirain or two to the hautboys,

and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,

fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on oor entertainment,
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 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 La. Most thankfully, my lord: [Exeunt.
Tim. Flavius-
Flav. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet? there is no
crolling him in's humour,
Elfe I thould tell him-well-i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then if he could:
Tis pity, Bounty has not eyes behind;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

Lucul. Where be our men?
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
Luc. Our Horses.

Tim. O my good friends!
I have one word to say to you; look, my lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel, accept and wear it,
Kind

my

lord ! Luc. 1 am so far already in your giftsAll, So are we all, Exe, Lucius, Lucullus, &c.

SCENE

Serv.

S CE N E VII.

Enter a Servant. Serv. Y lord, there are certain nobles of the Se

nate newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Re-enter Flavius. Flav. I beseech 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 shew them entertain

ment. Flav. I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your Honour, lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milkwhite horses trapt in filver.

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

Enter a third Servant. How now? what news?

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow 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 gists, and all out of an empty coffer: Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To fhew him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; G 6

His

His promises fly so beyond his state,
That what he fpeaks is all in debt; he owes for ev'ry

word :
He is so kind that he pays interest fort:
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 soul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You

may

take my word, my lord: I know no man can juftly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own; I tell

you. true.

All Lords. O, none so 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, It comes in charity to thee; thy living Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou halt Lie in a pitcht field.

Alc. I defy land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are fo virtuously bound Tim. And so am I to you. 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'dTim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights.

3 Lord.

I'll call on you.

3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep with you, lord Timon

Tim. Ready for his friends. [Exeunt Lords.

S CE N E VIII.

THAT a coil's here,

Serring I doubt, whether their legs be worth the sums That are giv’n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs; Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court’lies.

Tim. Now Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen, I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail

upon thee, and then thou wouldit fin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I"fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in proper shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories ?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better music. Apem. Som thou wilt not hear me now, thou

shalt not then. I'll lock thy heaven from thee : Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.

A C T II. .

SC EN E I.

A public Place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

SENATOR
ND late, five thousand : tq Varro and to Ifidore
He owes nine thousand, besides my former Sum;

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