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Old Ath. Most noble lord,

Apem. He wrought better, that made the Pawn me to this your honour, she is bis. painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work, Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Pain. You are a dog. promise.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never What's she, if I be a dog? may

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Apem. No; I eat not lords.
Which is not ow'd to you !

Tim. An thou should’st, thoa'dst anger
(Exeunt Lucilius and old ATHENIAN. ladies.
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live 4pem. O, they eat lords; so they come by
Your lordship?

great bellies. Tim. I thark you; you shall hear from me Tim. That's a lasciviņus apprehension.

[friend? Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for Go not away.-What have you there, my thy labour.

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do be. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, ApeYour lordship to accept.

(seech mantus? Tim. Painting is welcome.

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing," which
The painting is almost the natural man; will not cost a man a doit.
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now,
Even such as they give out.* I like your poet?

Poet. How now, philosopher?
And yon shall find, I like it: wait attendance Apem. Thou liest.
Till you hear further from me.

Poet. Art not one ?
Puin. The gods preserve you !

Apem. _Yes.
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me Poet. Then I lie not.
your hand;

Apem. Art not a poet ?
We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Poet. Yes.
Hath suffer'd under praise.

Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise?

work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. fellow. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extollid, Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. It would unclewt me quite.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Jew. My lord, 'tis rated

[know, thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be fatAs those, which sell, would give: But you welí tered, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that Things of like value, differing in the owners, I were a lord ! Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? You mend the jewel by wearing it. [lord, Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a Tim. Well mock'd.

lord with my heart. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the com- Tim. What, thyself? mon tongue.

Apem. Ay. Which all men speak with him.

Tim. Wherefore ? Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be 4 pem. That I had no angry wit to be a lurd.cbid?

Art not thou a merchant ?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.

not! Mer. He'll spare none.

Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman

Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god contus!

found thee! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good MOTOW;


Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT.
When thou art l'imon's dog, and the knaves Tim. What trumpet's that? .
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and
know'st them not.

Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide Tim. Yes.

to us.- (Exeunt some Attendunts. Apem. Then I repent not.

You must needs dine with me :-Go not you Jew. You know me, Apemantus.


[done, Apem. Thou know'ốt I'do; I call'd thee by Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's thy name.

Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your Tim. Thou art prond, Apemantus.

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

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. l'im. Whither art going?

Most welcome, Sir! Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's

[They salute.

Apem. So, so; there!brajns.

Aches contract and starve your supple joints! Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

That there should be small love 'mongst these Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by sweet knaves, the law.


And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apeman- Into baboon and monkey.t tus?

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I Apem The best, for the innocence.

Most hungrily on your sight. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?


Tim. Right welcome, Sir: * Pictures have no hyprinrisy; they are what they pro- Alluding to the proverb : plain dealing is a jewel, but fess to be.

+ To unclew a man is to draw out the they who use it beggars. + Man is degenerate; his whole mass of his fortunes.

strain or lineage is worn down to a monkey.



Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. But where there is true friendship, there needs
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.

Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Enter tuo LORDS.
Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd Apem. Time to be honest.

it. I Lord. That time serves still.

Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have Apem. The most accursed thou, that still

you not? omit'st it.

Tim. O, Apemantus !--you are welcome. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. No, Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine You shall not make me welcome: heat fools.

I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell

humour there twice.

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?

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.

Go, let him have a table by himself; 1 Lord. Hang thyself.

For he does neither affect company, Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Nor is he fit for it, indeed. make thy requests to thy friend.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Ti2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn

mon; thee hence.

I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an

(Exit. Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, have no power: pr’ythee, let my meat make shall we in,

thee silent. And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, The very heart of kindness.

for I should

(ber 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a numgold,

Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! Is but his steward: no meed, * but he repays It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,

In one man's blood; and all the madness is, But breeds the giver a return exceeding He cheers them up too. All use of quittance.

I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men: i Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Methinks they should invite them without That ever govern'd man,

knives; 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. we in?

There's much example fort; the fellow, that 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt. Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and

pledges SCENE II.The same.A Room of State in The breath of him in a divided draught, Timon's House.

Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at

(prov'd, served in ; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter Tinon, ALCIBIADES, Lucuus, Lucul. Lest they should spy my windpipe's danger.

meals; LUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Seng

ous notes; tors, with Ventidius, and Attendants. Then Great men should 'drink with harnesst on their comes, dropping after all, APemantus, discon

throats. tentedly.

Tim. My lord, in beart;§ and let the health Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd

go round. the gods remember

2 Lord. Let it dow this way, my good lord. My father's age, and call him to long peace. Apem. Flow this way!

(mon, He is gone happy, and has left me rich: A brave fellow!-he keeps bis tides well. TiThen, as in grateful virtue I am bound Those healths will make thee, and thy state, To your free heart, I do return those talents,

look ill. Doubled, with thanks, and service, from Here's that, which is too weak to be a singer, whose help

Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire: I deriv'a liberty.

This, and any food, are equals; there's no odds. Tim. O, by no means,

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
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

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf ;

I pray for no man, but myself : To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.

Grant I may never prove so fond, Ven. A noble spirit.

To trust man on his oath or bond;

Or a harlot, for her weeping;
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on

Or a dog, that seems a sleeping;
Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss

* Anger is a short madness.

+ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they

kill, and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are Meed here means desert. + 1.c. All the customary feeding, cheers them to the chase. returns made in discharge of obligations.

1 Arinour.
With sincerity.

| Foolish

If I

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Or a keeper with my freedom;

Acknowledge thee their patron; and come Or my friends, if I should need 'em.

freely Amen. So fall to't:

To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Rich men sin, and I eut root.

Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table [Eats and drinks.

rise ; Much good dich thy good heart, A pemantus! They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the Tim. They are welcome all; let them have = field now.

kind admittance: Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my Music, make their welcome. (Exit CUPID. lord.

I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of

are belov'd. enemies, than a dinner of friends.

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, Music.--Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of LAthere's no meat like them; I could wish my DIES as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, best friend at such a feast.

dancing, and playing. Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em,

conies this way! and bid me to 'em.

They dance! they are mad women. 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, Like madness is the glory of this life, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root. whereby we might express some part of our We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; zeals, we should think ourselves for ever per- And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, fect.

Upon whose age we void it up again, Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, gods themselves have provided that I shall

that's not have much help from you: How had you been Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears my friends else? why have you that charita- Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' blet title from thousands, did you not chiefly

gift? belong to my heart? I have told more of you I should fear, those, that dance before me now, to myself, than you can with modesty speak in Would one day stamp upon me: It has been your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you.

done; 0, you gods, think I, what need we have any Men shut their doors against a setting sun. friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, The LORDS rise from table, with much adoring of should we ne'er have use for them: and would Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles most resemble sweet instruments hung up in out an Amazon, and all dance, men with wocases, that keep their sounds to themselves. men, a lofty strair or two to the hautboys, and Why, I have otten wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can

Tim. You have done our pleasures much we call our own, than the riches of our friends ? Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,

grace, fair ladies, O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's You have added worth unto't, and lively lus

Which was not half so beautiful and kind; fortunes! () joy, e'en made away ere it can be

tre, born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, me- And entertain'd me with mine own device; thinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.

I am to thank you for it.
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink,

1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the

best. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our

Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.

would not hold taking, 1 doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a

Attends you: Please you to dispose yourbastard.

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

AU Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.
me much.
Apem. Much.t
[Tucket sounded.

[Exeunt Cupid, and LADIES.

Tim. Flavius,-
Tim. What means that trump?—How now?

Flav. My lord.
Enter a SERVANT.

Tim. The little casket bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet! Sero. Please you, my lord, there are certain There is no crossing him in his humour; ladies most desirous of admittance.

Aside. Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Else I should tell him,- Well,-i'faith, I Serv. There comes with them a forerunner,


[could. my lord, which bears that office, to signify When all's spent, he'd be cross'd" then, an he their pleasures.

'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

That man might ne'er be wretched for his

mind. Enter CUPID.

[Exit, and returns with the casket. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;-and to

1 Lord. Where be our men ? all


Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. That of his bounties taste !—The five best sen

2 Lord. Our horses.

Tim. O my friends, I have one word
* 1. e. Arrived at the perfection of happiness.
+ Endearing.

* Shakspeare plays on the word crossed : alluding to the Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous piece of silver money called a cross. admiration.

For his nobleness of soul,


Tim. Nay,

To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I Methinks, I could deal * kingdoms to my must

friends, Entreat you, honour me so much, as to And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades, Advance this jewel;

Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living i Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,- Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou AU. So are we all.

Lie in a pitch'd field.

(hast Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord. Enter a ServANT.

1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,

Tim. And so Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of Am I to you. the senate

2 Lord. So infinitely endear's, Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. All to you.t-Lights, more lights. Tim. They are fairly welcome.

1 Lord. The best of happiness, (mon! Flav. I beseech your honour, [near. Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Ti. Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you Tim. Ready for his friends. Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear

(Exeunt ALCIBIADES, LORDS, &c. I pr’ythee, let us be provided

(thee: Apem, What a coil's here ! To show them entertainment.

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! Flav. I scarce know how.

(Aside. I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums

That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of Enter another SERVANT.



Methinks, false hearts shonld never have sound 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on Lucius,

court'sies. Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sulI'd be good to thee.

(len, Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the pre

Apem. No, I'll nothing: for,

[left sents

If I should be brib'd too, there would be none

To rail upon thee: and then thou would'st sin Enter a third SERVANT,

the faster,

Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Be worthily entertain'd.—How now, what Wilt give away thyself in papers shortly: news?

What need these feasts, pomps, and vain 3 Sero. Please you, my lord, that honourable

glories? gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has An you begin to rail on society once, sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. I am sworn, not to give regard to you.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be re- Farewell; and come with better music. (Erit. Not without fair reward.

(ceiv'd, A pem. So;Flav. (Aside.) What will this come to? Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not He commands us to provide, and give great

then, I'll lock And all out of an empty coffer.- [gifts, Thy heaven|l from thee. O, that men's ears Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this,

should be To show him what a beggar his heart is, To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! (Erit. Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fly so beyond his state,

ACT II. That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes SCENE I.-The same.-A Room in a For every word; he is so kind, that he now

SENATOR's House. Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.

Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand. Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and Before I were forc'd out!

to Isidore

(sum, Happier is he that has no friend to feed, He owes nine thousand ; besides my former Than such as do even enemies exceed. Which makes it five and twenty.—Still in moI bleed inwardly for my lord.


tion Tim. You do yourselves

Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. Much wrong, you bate too much of your own If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, merits:

And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I Better than he, why, give iny borse to Timon, will receive it.

Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! And able horses: No porter at his gate; Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you But rather one that smiles, and still invites gave

All that pass by. It cannot hold ; no reason Good words the other day of a bay courser Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. Caphis, I say ! 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

Enter CAPAIS. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I Caph. Here, Sir; What is your pleasure ?

know, no man Can justly praise, but what he does affect:

* 1. e. Could dispense them on every side with an un. I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; grudging distribution, like that with which I could deal I'll tell you true. I'll call on yon.

out cards. All Lords. None so welcome.

+ 1. c. All happiness to you. 1 Offering salutations. Tim. I take all and your several visitations

1. e. Be ruined by his securities entered into, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;

li By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved,

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good Timon;

lord, Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd* Isid. Serv. From Isidore; Commend me to your master—and the cap. Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's Plays in the right hand, thus:--but tell him,

wants, Sirrah,

Var. Serv. "Íwas due on forfeiture, my lord, My uses cry to ine, I must serve my turn

six weeks, Out of mine own; his days and times are past, And past, And my reliances on his fracted dates

Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;

lord; But must not break my back, to heal his fin. And I am sent expressly to your lordship. ger:

Tim. Give me breath :Immediate are my needs; and my relief I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on; Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,

(Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords. But find supply immediate. Get you gone: I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, Put on a most importunate aspect,

pray you,

(To Flavius. A visage of demand; for, I do fear,

How goes the world, that I am ihus encounWhen every feather sticks in his own wing,

ter'd Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. And the detention of long-since-due debts, Caph. I go, Sir.

Agaiost my honour?
Sen. I go, Sir 2-take the bonds along with Flav. Please you, gentlemen,
And have the dates in compt.

[you, The time is unagreeable to this business : Caph. I will, Sir.

Your importunacy cease, till after dinner; Sen. Go.

[Exeunt. That I may maké bis lordship understand

Wherefore you are not paid. SCENE II.-The same.-A Hall in Timon's Tim. Do so, my friends : House.

See them well entertain'd. (Exit Timon.

Flav. I pray, draw near. Enter Flavils, with many bills in his hand.

[Exit Flavius.

Enter APEMANTUs and a Fool. Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,

Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with That he will neither know how to maintain it, Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em. Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account

Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us. How things go from him; nor resumes no care Isid. Serv. A plague upon hin, dog! Of what is to continue; Never mind

Var. Serv. How dost, fool ? Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.

Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow? What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel:

Vur. Serv. I speak not to thee. I must be round with him now he comes from

Apem. No; 'tís to thyself,-Come away. hunting.

[To the Fool. Fie, fie, fie, fie !

Isid. Serv. (To VAR. Serv.) There's the fool Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore

hangs on your back already. and VARRO.

Apem. No, thou stand’st single, thou art not

on him yet. Caph. Good even,t Varro: What,

Caph. Where's the fool now? You come for money?

Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor Vur. Serv. Is't not your business too? rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold Caph. It is–And yours too, Isidore?

and want! Isid. Serv. It is so.

AU Serv. What are we, Apemantus?
Caph. ’Would we were all discharg'd! A pem. Asses.
Vur. Serv. I fear it.

All Serv. Why?
Caph. Here comes the lord.

Apem. you ask me what you are, and

do not know yourselves.-Speak to 'em, fool. Enter Timon, ALCIBIADES, and LORDS, &c. Fool. How do you, gentlemen ? Tim. So soon as dipner's done, we'll forth

All Sero. Gramercies, good fool: How does again,

your mistress ? My Alcibiades. With me? What's your will ?

Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. such chickens as you are. 'Would, we could l'im. Dues? Whence are you?

see you at Corinth. Caph. Of Athens bere, my lord.

Apem. Good! gramercy. Tim. Go to my steward.

Enter Page. Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off

Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' To the succession of new days this month:

page. My master is awak'd by great occasion,

Page. (To the Fool.) Why, how now, capTo call upon his own; and humbly prays you, tain ? what do you in this wise company ?-That with your other noble parts you'll suit,

How dost thou, Apemantu3?. In giving him his right.

Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that Tim. Mine honest friend,

I might answer thee profitably. I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.

Page. Pr’ythee, Apemantus, read me the Caph. Nay, good my lord,

superscription of these letters; I know not Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.

which is wbich.

Apem. Canst not read? Stopped. + Good even was the usual salutation Page. No.

II. e. To hunting; in our author's titne Apem. There will little learning die then, it was the custom to hunt as well after dinner as before. that day thou art hanged. This is to lord

from noon.

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