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Sero. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Enter CUPID.

Cup. 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. [Exit Cupid. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are be


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


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 not
Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears
Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift?
I should fear, those, that dance before me now,

Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.


The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of

Timon s and, to show their loves, each singles out
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

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 Cupin, and Ladies. Tim. Flavius, Flav. My lord. Tim.

The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord.—More 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.

8 Shakspeare plays on the word crossed : alluding to the piece of silver money called a cross. VOL VIII.


'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind ;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. 9

[Erit, and returns with the casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men ? Sero.

Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses.

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. Seru. My lord, there are certain nobles of the

Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.

I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee : I prythee, let us be provided To show them entertainment, Flav.

I scarce know how,

[Aside. Enter another Servant. 2 Sero. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

9 For his nobleness of soul,

Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents

Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news?

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside.]

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 purse; or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good; His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes For every word; he is so 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 such as do even enemies exceed, I bleed inwardly for my lord. .

(Exit. Tim.

You do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much of your own

merits :Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will

receive it, 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul 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

Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no

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Can justly 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.
AU Lords.

None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations
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 soldier, therefore seldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Ay, defiled land, my lord.
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,

And so

Am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,
Tim. All to you. 2-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.

ii.e. Could dispense them on every side with an ungrudging distribution, like that with which I could deal out cards.

2 i, e. All happiness to you.


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