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Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. You are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's she, if I be a dog ?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy labour.
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, 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. Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
* Alluding to the proverb : Plain dealing is a jewel, but they who use it die beggars.
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 my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.Art not thou a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not !
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
"Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to
[Ereunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.
Enter Alcibiades, with his company. Most welcome, sir !
[They salute. Apem.
So, so; there! Aches contract, and starve your supple joints ! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet
knaves, And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey*.
* Man is degenerated ; his strain or lineage is worn down into a monkey.
Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed most hungrily on your sight. Tim.
Right welcome, sir : Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but Apemantus.
Enter two Lords. 1 Lord. What time a day i’st, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. i 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.
I 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 ily, like a dog, the heels of the ass.
[Exit. 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 gold, Is but his steward: no meed*, but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittancet.
# Meed here means desert. t i. e. All the customary returns made in discharge of obligations.
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall we
in ? i Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt.
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 pleased 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.
O, 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 To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair. Ven. A noble spirit.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Nay, my lords, ceremony Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you
not? Tim. O, Apemantus !--you are welcome. dpem.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe ; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian ; therefore welcome: I myself would have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for
I should Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods, what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood; and all the madness is, He cheers them up too f.. I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There's much example for't; the fellow that Sits next him now,parts bread with him, and pledges The breath of him in a divided draught, Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov’d.
* Anger is a short madness.
+ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the animal on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chase,