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Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Mer. Looking at the jewel. "Tis a good form.
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
An old Athenian.
Servants to Varro and Isidore, two of Timon's
TIMANDRA, Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye.
To the great lord.
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece.
Pain. "Tis a good piece.
Poet. So'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
Admirable How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.
To an untirable and continuate goodness:
Jew. I have a jewel here-
Poet. The senators of Athens: happy man!
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Pain. How shall I understand you?
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
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
'Tis conceiv'd to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In our condition.
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 tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink the free air.
Pain. Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Ay, marry, what of these?
Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants
A thousand moral paintings I can show
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
Trumpets sound. Enter Lord TIMON, addressing himself courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him. LUCILIUS and other servants following.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Tim. Attends he here or no? Lucilius!
Old Ath. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man 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 prithee, noble lord, Join with me to forbid him her resort; Myself have spoke in vain.
The man is honest.
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping
Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me
Go not away. What have you there, my friend? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.
Painting is welcome.
We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
It would unclew me quite.
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 the wearing it.
Tim. Well mock'd.
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet? Poet. Yes.
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feigned; 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,
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the that I were a lord! common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? Apem. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be lord with my heart. chid?
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
Tim. That's a deed thou 'lt die for.
Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by Most welcome, sir!
So, so; there !
Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves,
And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
O! by no means,
Into baboon and monkey.
Aleib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and II gave it freely ever; and there's none feed Can truly say he gives, if he receives: Most hungerly on your sight. 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 TIMON Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devis'd at first
Enter two Lords.
First Lord. What time o' day is 't, Ape
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room of State in
To your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and Others attending: then enter Lord TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself.
And call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Second Lord. Why, Apemantus?
You shall not make me welcome :
Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. I mean to give thee none.
Tim. Fie! thou 'rt a churl; ye 've got a humour there
First Lord. Hang thyself!
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.
Second Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog! or I'll spurn thee hence.
Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the
And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
Second Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the
Is but his steward: no meed but he repays
First Lord. I'll keep you company.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Apem. Ho, ho! confess'd it; hang'd it, have
Tim. O! Apemantus, you are welcome.
Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: come to observe; I give thee warning on 't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian; therefore welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me. for I should
Ne'er flatter thee. O you gods! what a number
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been
If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at
Ven. Most honour'd Timon,
It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's Great men should drink with harness on their
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
Second Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
Apem. Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, 60
Or a dog that seems a-sleeping;
Enter a Servant.
How now! 120
Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
Rich men sin, and I eat 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 'em : I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
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.
Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon; and to all
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. Th' ear, Taste, touch, and smell, pleas'd from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
Apem. Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou might'st kill 'em and bid me to 'em.
First 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, 90 we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
Tim. O! no doubt, my good friends, but the
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink,
Second Lord. Joy had the like conception in
And, at that instant, like a babe, sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.
Apem. Hoy-day! what a sweep of vanity comes this way:
They dance! they are mad women.
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
Third Lord. I promise you, my lord, you
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
First Lady. My lord, you take us even at the
Apem. Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me.
Flav. My lord!
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord. Aside. More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in 's humour;