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House.

Enter POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and others, at several Doors.

Poet. Good day, Sir.

Pain. I am glad you are well.

Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication

To the great lord.

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Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the
Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies

Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

the world?

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Pain. A picture, Sir.-And when comes your

book forth?

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Whom this beneath world doth embrace and | hug

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With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you.

You see how all conditions, how all minds,
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tend-

ance

All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd
'flatterert

To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Pain. I saw them speak together.

Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,

Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base
o'the mount

Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propogate their states:§ amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to
her;
[vants
Whose present grace to present slaves and ser-

Translates his rivals.

Puin. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks,
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, me-
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well ex-
In our condition.
[press'd

Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
All those which were his fellows but of late,
(Some better than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tend-

ance,

Rain sacrificial whisperings|| in his ear,

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is
his debt;

His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Your honourable letter he desires [him,

To those have shut him up; which failing to
Periods his comfort.

Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather, to shake off [him
My friend when he must need me. I do know
A gentleman, that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and
free him.

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his
ransom;
[me:-
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after.-Fare you well.
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour!
[Exit.

Enter an old ATHENIAN.

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim. Freely, good father.

Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lu-
cilius.

Tim. I have so: What of him?
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man
before thee.

Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius !

Enter LUCILIUS.

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this
By night frequents my house. I am a man
thy creature,
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim. Well; what further?

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin
else,

On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I pr'ythee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;

Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Myself have spoke in vain,
Drink¶ the free air.

Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change
of mood,
[ants,

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend-
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
down,

Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. 'Tis common:

A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of
fortune

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More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
To show lord Timon, that mean eyes
The foot above the head.

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Tim. The man is honest.

Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
It must not bear my daughter.
His honesty rewards him in itself,

Tim. Does she love him?

Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
What levity's in youth.

Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
Luc. Ay my good lord, and she accepts
of it.

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be
missing,

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
And dispossess her all.

Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
If she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in
future, all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me

long;

To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daugh

ter:

What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.

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work;

I like your

And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Till you hear further from me,

Pain. The gods preserve you!

Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me your hand;

We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my lord? dispraise?
Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
It would unclewt me quite.

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated

[know, As those, which sell, would give: But you well Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear You mend the jewel by wearing it. [lord, Tim. Well mock'd.

Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue.

Which all men speak with him.

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid?

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Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's she, if I be a dog?

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No; I eat not lords."

Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies.

Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for. thy labour.

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing," which will not cost a man a doit.

Tim, What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now,

poet?

Poet. How now, philosopher? Apem. Thou liest.

Poet. Art not one?

Apem. Yes.

Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet?
Poet. Yes.

Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.

Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.

Tim. What, thyself? Apem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.Art not thou a merchant?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus,

Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will

not!

Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound thee!

Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT.
Tim. What trumpet's that?
Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

Some twenty horse, all of companionship.
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide
to us.- [Exeunt some Attendants.
You must needs dine with me:-Go not you
hence,

[done,

Apem. Thou know'st I'do; I call'd thee by Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's

thy name.

Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.

Tim. Whither art going?

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

Tim. How likest thou'this picture, Apemantus?

Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?

Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profers to be. + To unclew a man is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes.

Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights.

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.

Most welcome, Sir!

Apem. So, so; there!

[They salute.

Aches contract and starve your supple joints!That there should be small love 'mongst these

sweet knaves,

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Into baboon and monkey.t
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I
Most hungrily on your sight.
[feed
Tim. Right welcome, Sir:

Alluding to the proverb: plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars. + Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is worn down to a monkey.

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Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two LORDS.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
Apem. Time to be honest.

1 Lord. That time serves still.
Apem. The most accursed thou, that still

omit'st it.

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine
heat fools.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell
twice.

2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?

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 not?

Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome.
Apem. No,

You shall not make me welcome:

I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a
humour there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est,*

Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for But yond' man's ever angry.

I mean to give thee none.

1 Lord. Hang thyself.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend.

2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.

ass.

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the
[Exit.
1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come,
shall we in,

And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of
gold,

Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.t

1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries,
That ever govern'd man..

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall
we in?

1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of State in
TIMON'S House.

Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet
served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then
enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCUL-
LUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Sena-
tors, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then
comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discon-
tentedly.

Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd
the gods remember

My father's age, and call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled, with thanks, and service, from
whose help

1 deriv'd liberty.

Tim. 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
ΤΙΜΟΝ,

Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

Meed here means desert. +1. e. All the customary
returns made in discharge of obligations.

Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Ti

mon;

I 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 I should

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Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a num-
Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not!
It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat
In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
He cheers them up too.t

I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men :
Methinks they should invite them without
knives;
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and
pledges

The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been
If I
[prov'd,
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at
meals;

Lest they should spy my windpipe's danger

ous 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!

[mon, A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. TiThose healths will make thee, and thy state,

look ill.

Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
Houest 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.
APEMANTUS' GRACE.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man, but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,||
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ;

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Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:

Rich men sin, and I eut root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

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.*

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 charitablet 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

bastard.

3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much.

Apem. Much.t

[Tucket sounded. 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 pleasures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

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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:

Music, make their welcome.

[Exit CUPID. Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.

Music.-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,
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;

that's not

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

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Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should, [could.

When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he "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?

Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses.

Tim. O my friends, I have one word

Shakspeare plays on the word crossed: alluding to tive

piece of silver money called a cross,

+ For his nobleness of soul.

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