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Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes : Great men should drink with harness on their
throats. Tim. My lord, in heartt: and let the health go
round. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Apem.
Flow this way! A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Those healths will make thee, and thy state look ill. Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire : This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf ;
[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 them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
Apem. 'Would all those fatterers were thide ene.
+ With sincerity.
mies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.
1 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, we should think ourselves for ever perfect*.
Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitablet title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them : and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends ? 0, what a precious comfort ’tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's for. tunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be boru ! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks : to for. get their faults, I drink to you.
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
2 Lord. Joy had the like conception ia our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bas.
tard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me
much. Apem. Much I!
* i. e. Arrived at the perfection of happiness. + Endearing.
Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous admiration.
Tim. What means that trump!-How now?
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
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.
Cupid. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ;-and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise ; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind
admittance: Musick, make their welcome.
(Erit Cupid. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are
Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies
as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes
this way! They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life, As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's
Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles out un Amazon, and all dance, men with wo. men, a lojly strain or two to the hautboys, and
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,
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. Most thankfully, my lord.
[Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies. Tim. Flavius, Flad. My lord. Tim.
The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord.-Nore jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; (Aside, Else I should tell him,- Well,-i'faith, I should, 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 mindt.
[Exit, and returns with the cusket.
• Shakspeare plays on the word crossed: alluding to the piece of silver money called a cross.
# For his bobleness of soul.
1 Lord. Where be our men? Sero.
Here, my lord in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses. Tim.
O my friends, I have one word To say to you :-Look you, my good lord, I must Entreat you, honour me so much, as to Advance this jewel; Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, All. So are we all.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. My lord, there are certain nobles of the
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
I beseech your honour,
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: I pr'ythee, let us be provided To show them entertainment. Flav.
I scarce know how,
Enter another Servant.
2 Sero. May it please your honour, the lord
Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd. How now, what news?
3 Sero. Please you, my lord, that houourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to liunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.