Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift?
I fhould fear, thofe, that dance before me now,
Would one day ftamp upon me: It has been done;
Men fhut their doors against a setting fun.

The Lords rife from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and, to fhow their loves, each fingles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty ftrain or two to the hautboys, and ceafe.

TIM. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,

Which was not half fo beautiful and kind;

You have added worth unto't, and lively luftre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

[ladies,

1 LADY. 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 LAD. Moft thankfully, my lord.

TIM. Flavius,

[Exeunt CUPID and LADIES.

FLAV. My lord.

TIM. The little cafket bring me hither.
FLAV. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!

There is no croffing him in his humour;

[Afide.

Elfe I fhould tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I fhould, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;

That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

[Exit, and returns, with the casket.

I LORD. Where be our men?

SERV. Here, my lord, in readiness.

2 LORD. Our horfes.

TIM. O my friends, I have one word

To fay to you:-Look you, my good lord, I must
Entreat you, honour me fo much, as to

Advance this jewel;

Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

1 LORD. I am so far already in

ALL. So are we all.

your gifts,

Enter a SERVANT.

SERV. My lord, there are certain nobles of the fenate. Newly alighted, and come to visit

TIM. They are fairly welcome.

FLAV. I beseech your honour,

you.

Vouchfafe me a word; it does concern you near.
TIM. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee:
I pr'ythee, let us be provided
To fhow them entertainment.

FLAV. I fcarce know how.

Enter another SERVANT.

[Afide.

2 SERV. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath prefented to you

Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in filver.

TIM. I fhall accept them fairly: let the prefents
Enter a third SERVANT.

Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news?
3 SERV. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentle-
lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow
to hunt with him; and has fent your honour two brace
of greyhounds.

man,

TIM. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward.

FLAV. [Afide.] What will this come to?

He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,

And all out of an empty coffer.

Nor will he know his purfe; or yield me this,
To fhow him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly fo beyond his ftate,

That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes
For every word; he is fo kind, that he now
Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books,
Well, 'would I were gently put out of office,

Before I were forc'd out!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,

Than fuch as do even enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my

lord.

TIM. You do yourselves

[Exit.

Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits :— Here, my lord; a trifle of our love.

[ceive it. 2 LORD. With more than common thanks I will re3 LORD. O, he is the very foul of bounty! TIM. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser

I rode on it is yours, because you lik'd it.

2 LORD. 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 mine own;

I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.

ALL LORDS. None fo welcome.

TIM. I take all and your feveral vifitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades,

Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich,

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft

Lie in a pitch'd field.

ALCIB. Ay, defiled land, my lord.

1 LORD. We are fo virtuously bound, TIM. And fo

Am I to you.

2 LORD. So infinitely endear'd,

TIM. All to you.-Lights, more lights.

I LORD. The best of happiness,

Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon!
TIM. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, LORDS, &c.

APEM. What a coil's here!

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies."
TIM. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I'd 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 would'ft fin the fafter.
Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou

Wilt give away thyfelf in paper shortly:

What need these feafts, pomps, and vain glories?

TIM. Nay,

An you begin to rail on society once,

I am fworn, not to give regard to you.

Farewell; and come with better mufick.

APEM. SO ;

[Exit.

Thou'lt not hear me now, thou shalt not then,-I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears fhould be

To counfel deaf, but not to flattery!

ACT II.

[Exit.

SCENE I.. The fame. A Room in a SENATOR'S House. Enter a SENATOR, with papers in his hand.

SEN. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand; befides my former fum, Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: If I would fell my horfe, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me, ftraight, And able horses: No porter at his gate; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can found his ftate in fafety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I fay!

Enter CAPHIS.

CAPH. Here, fir; What is your pleasure ?

SEN. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to lord Timon; Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd

With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, when—

Commend me to your mafter-and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus:-but tell him, firrah,
My ufes cry to me, I must serve my turn

Out of mine own; his days and times are past,

And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have fmit my credit: I love, and honour him ;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger :
Immediate are my needs; and my relief