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What have



friend? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man:
For fince disonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but out-fide: pencil'd figures are
Ev'n such as they give out. I like your work;

you shall find, I like it : wait attendance

hear further from me. Pain. The gods preserve ye!

Tim. Well fare you, gentleman; give me your hand, We must needs dine together : Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd ander praise.

Jew. What, my Lord! dispraise ?

Tim. A mere fatiety of commendations:
If I hould pay you for't as 'tis extolld,
It would unclew me quite.

Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated
As chose, which fell, would give: but you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are by their masters priz'd; believe't, dear Lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

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.

Enter Apemantus. Will you be chid ?

Jew. We'll bear it with your Lord thip.
Mer. He'll spare none.
Tim. Good-morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy good-morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honeft.

Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves, thou know'it
Apem. Are they not Athenians ? [them not?
Tim. Yes.
Apem. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus.


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Apem. Thou know't I do, I call'd thee by thy name.
Tim. Thou art proud, A pemantus.
Åpen. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon,
Tim. Whither art going?
Apora. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
I im. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How lik'it thou this picture, Apemantus?
Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?

Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter: and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

Fain. Y’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. If thou should'tt, thou'dit anger Ladies.
Apem. O, they eat Lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So, thou apprehend' tit. Take it for thy labour.
Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not coit 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 lieft.
Poet. Art thou not one:
Apem. Yes.
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet ?
Poet. Yes.

Apem. Then thou lieft: 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 for thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'th'fatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a

Tim. What would't do then, Apemantus?



Apen. ,

Apem. Ev’n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with

my heart.

Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had so hungry a wit, to be a Lord.-(5)
Art thou not a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not !
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
A em. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!

Trumpets found. Enter a Messenger. Tim. What trumpet's that?

Maf. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse All of companionship.

Tim. Pray, entertain them, give them guide to us ; You must needs dine with me : go not you hence, 'Till I have thankt you; and when dinner's done, Shew me this piece.' l'im joyful of your fights.

Enter Alcibiades with the rest. Most welcome, Sir!

[Bowing and embracing. Afem. So, fo! aches contract, and starve your supple joints! that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtesy! the strain of man's, bred out into baboon and monkey..

Alc. You have sav'd my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir.. E're w'e do part, we'll share a bounteous time (6) In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeuns

(5) That I had no angry wit to be a Lord, ] This reading is abfurdt, and unintelligible. But as I have restor’d the text, it is satirical erough of all conscience, and to the purpose: viz. I would baie myself, for Having no more wit than to covet so insign'ficant a title. In the faire fense Shakespeare uses lian-reitted, in his Richard 2d.

And thou a lunatick, lean-witted, fool. Mr. Wa, burton, (6) E’re we depart,---] Tho'llie editions concur in this reading, it is certainly faulty. Who d p.1rt? Tho' Alcibiades wag to leave Tia M011, Tinion was not to depart from his own house. Common sense favours my emendation,



Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus. Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honeft. Luc. That time serves itill. Apem. The most accursed thou, that ftill omitt'it it. Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay, to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice. Lucul. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Thou should't have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

Luc. Hang thyself.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog,or--I'llspurn thee hence.

Apem. I will fiy, like a dog, the heels o'th' ass.

Luc. He's opposite to humanity;
Come, shall we in, and taste Lord Timon's bounty?
He, sure, outgoes the very heart of kindness.

Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward : no meed but he

repays Seven-fold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance.

Luc. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern’d man.

Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! 'Thall we in? Luc. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House. Hautboys playing, loud mufick. A great banquet feru'd in;

and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian Senators, 'with Ventidius. Then

comes dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly. Ven. Oft honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the gods

To call


father's He is gone happy, and has left me rich,



Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound

your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help I deriv'd liberty.

Tim. O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius: you miftake my love;

gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly fay 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.

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first, To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, forry ere 'tis shown: But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, fit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Than they to me.

[They fit down. Luc. We always have confelt it. Apem. Ho, ho, confeft 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 thruft me out of doors.

Tim. Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: They say, my Lords, that Ira furor brevis eji, But yonder man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by himself: For he does neither affect company, Nor is he fit for’t, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thy peril, Timon; I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, therefore welcome; I myself would have no power-pr’ythee let my meat inake thee filent.

Apem. I scorn thy meat, 'twould choak me : for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em 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 100.


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