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Go not away.
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your
lordship! Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon:
What have you there, my friend ?
Painting is welcome.
you shall find, I like it : wait attendance,
hear further from me. Pain.
The gods preserve you, Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your
What, my lord ? dispraise ?
My lord, 'tis rated As those, which sell, would give : But you well
know, Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters; believe't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by 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? Will you be chid ?
He'll spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus ! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor
row ; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves
honest. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou
know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians ? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call’d thee by thy Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, 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.
Alluding to the proverb: Plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned 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
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
not! Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to
[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me:
hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece. -I am joyful of your sights.
Go not you
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Most welcome, sir!
[They salutea Apem.
So, so; there!
That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Right welcome, sir :
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords. i 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 ?
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for 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. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the
[Exito i 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
Is but his steward: no meed, : but he repays
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall we
in ? | Lord. I'll keep you company.
A Room of State in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet
served in ; Flavius and others attending ; then enter Timon, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other ‘Athenian, Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. 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 I deriv'd liberty. Tim.
0, 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
? Meed here means desert. 3 i. e. All the customary
returns made in discharge of obligations.