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Re-enter Troilus.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

Tro. Ajax hath ta’en Aeneas. Shall it be? Along the field I will the Trojau trail. [ (Exeunt.
No, hy the flame of yonder glorious heaven,

As: He shall not carry him ; I'll be taken too,

SCENE X. - The same.

Your Or bring him ofl'. -- Fate, hear me what I say! Enter AGAMEMNON, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio

Or, i I reck not though I end my life to-day! (Exit.

medes, and Others, marching. Shouts within. Thou Enter one in sumptuous armour.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek! thou art a goodly Nest. Peace, drums! mark:

[Within.] Achilles !
No? wilt thou not ? - I like thy armour well; Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

Dio. The bruit is -- Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
But I'll be master of it. -Wilt thou not, beast, abide ? Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide! [Exeunt. Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Agam. March patiently along! - Let one be sent
SCENE VII. - The same.

To pray Achilles see us at our tent. -
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. If in his death the gods lave us befriended,
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidovs: Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
Mark what I say!- Attend me where I wheel:

(Exeunt, marching Strike no at stroke, but keep yourselves in breath ;

Tix And when I have the bloody Hector found,

SCENE XI. - Another part of the field.

Iro Empale him with your weapons round about;

Enter Aeneas ond Trojans.

li In fellest manner execute your arms.

Aene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Sex Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: Never go home; here starve we out the night.

To It is decreed – Hector the great must die! [Exeunt.


Tro. Hector is slain!
SCENE VIII. - The same,

All. Hector!-- The gods forbid !
Enter Menelaus and Paris, figthing: then Thensites. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field,,, L
it! Now, bull! now, dog ! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! SE
double-henn'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo ! The buil sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Cui
has the game: --'ware horns, ho!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,

BE (Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. And linger not our sure destruction on!


Aene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Tro. You understand me note that tell me so : Ther. What art thou ?

I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ; Mar, Albastard son of Priam's.

But dare all imminence, that gods and men Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I am a address their dangers in. Hector is gone! bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? bastard in valour , in every thing illegitimate. One Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one Go in to Troy, and say there : Hector's dead; bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to There is a word will Priam turu to stone; ns: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires, tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard ! !

Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! (Exeunt. Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away! SCENE IX. - Another part of the field. Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Enter Hector.

Stay yet! - You vile abominable tents, Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thus

proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Let Titan rise as early, as he dare, Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath : I'll through and through you! And thou, greatRest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! siz'd coward !

[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ; behind him.

l'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. -Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Strike a free march to Troy! - with comfort ge! How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Hope of


shall hide our inward woe! Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,

(Exeunt Aeneas and Trojan To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the order llect. I am unarm’d; forgeo this 'vantage, Greek!

side, PANDARUS. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek! Pan. But hear you, hear you!

[Hector falls. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down! Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy boge! On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain:

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain!

o world! world! world! thus is the poor?

[A retreat sounded. despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestl Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part!

you set 'a work, and how ill requited! Why s Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord ! nur endeavour be so loved, and the perfor Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the so loathed? what verse for it? what iosta earth,

it? Let me see! And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. – And being once subdued in armed tail,

[Sheathes his sword Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail

(Exit Tree Good traders in the flesh, set this is your painted Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, cloths.

Some two months hence my will shall here be made : As many as be here of pander's hall,

It should be now, but that my fear is this, – Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. (Exit.


person of the drama. Tumos, a noble Athenian.

Two Servants of Varro, and the servant of Isidore; Lucius,

two of Timon's creditors. LUCULLUS Lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid and Maskers. Three strangers. SEMPRONIUS)

Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Alerchant.
Vertinlus, one of Timon's false friends.

An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.
ALCIBlades, an Athenian general.
Flavius, steward to Timon.


mistres FLAMINIUS,

Lucilius, Timon's servants.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, PHILOTUS,

and Attendants. Titus,

servants to Timon's creditors. Lucius, HORTENSIUS,

SCENE, — Athens; and the woods adjoining.


stresses to Alcibiades.

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Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

Pain. A picture, sir! -- and when comes your book
SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

forth? Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Others, Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir ! Let's at several doors.

see your piece! Poet. Good day, sir !

Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Pain. I am glad you are well.

Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? Pain. Indifferent. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

Poet, Admirable: how this grace Poet. Ay, that's well known :

Speaks his own standing! what a mental power But what particular rarity? what strange,

This eye shoots forth! bow big imagination Which manifold record not matches? See,

Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power, One might interpret.
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Here is a touch : is't good?
Mer, 0, 'tis a worthy lord!

Poet. I'll say of it,
Jew. Nay, that's most fix’d.

It tutors nature: artificial strife
Mer. A most incomparable man ; breath’d, as it were, Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
To an untirable and continuate goodness :

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Jew. I have a jewel here.

Pain, How this lord's follow'd!
Mer. 0, pray, let's see't. For the lord Timon, sir?! Poet. The senators of Athens ; – happy men!
Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that

Pain. Look, more!
Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the vile,

Poet. You see this confuence, this great flood of

It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.

I have, in this rough work, shap'd ont a man,
Mer. 'Tis a good form. (Looking at the jewel. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hng
Jew. And rich; here is a water, look you! With amplest entertainment. My free drift
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedi- Halts not particularly, but moves itself

In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
To the great lord.

Infects one comma in the course I hold; Poet. Å thing slipp'd idly from me.

But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Dar poesy is as a gum, which oozes

Leaving no tract behind.
From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i'the lint Pain. How shall I understand you?
Shows vot, till it be struck; our gentle slame Poet. I'll unbolt to you.
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies You see how all conditions, how all minds,

He passes.

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Enter LuciLLUS.
grave and austere quality,) tender down

Luc. Here, at your lordship’s service.
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy
Upon his good and gracious pature hanging,

Subdues and properties to his love and tendance By night frequents my house. I am a man
All sorts of hearts; yea, froru the glass-fac'd fiatterer That from my first have been incliu'd to thrift:
To Apemantus, that few things loves better, And my estate deserves an heir more rais’d,
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down Than one which holds a trencher.
The knee before him, and returns in peace

Tim. Well; what further?
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin elsc,
Pain. I saw them speak together.

On whom ! may confer, what I have got:
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
Feign’d Fortune to be thron’d. The base o’the mount And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, In qualities of the best. This man of thine
That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord,
To propagate their states: amongst them all, Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd. Myself have spoke in vain.
One do I personate of loru Timon's frame,

Tim. The man is honest.
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants His honesty rewards him in itself,
Translates his rivals.

It must not bear my daughter.
Pain. 'Tis eonceiv'd to scope.

Tim. Does she love him?.
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Old Ath. She is youvg, and apt:
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Bowing his head asainst the steppy mount What levity's in youth.
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ?
In our condition.

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it

. Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on!

Old Aih. If'in her marriage my consent be missing,
All those, which were his fellows but of late, I call the gods to witness, I will choose
(Some better, than his value,) on the moment Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, And dispossess her all,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him If she be mated with an equal husband?
Drink the free air.

Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future

, all. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Spurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants,

For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, And make him weigh with her.
Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Old Ath. Most poble lord,
Pain. 'Tis common:

Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. A thousand moral paintings I can show,

Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship! Never may More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, That state or fortune fali iuto my keeping, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Which is not ow'd to you! The foot above the head.

[Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Trumpets sound. Enter Tumoy, attended; the Ser- Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your vant of Vextidits talking with him.

lordship! Tim. Imprison’d is he, say you ?

Tim. I thank you! you shall hear frome me anon Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord? five talents is his debt; "Pain. A piece of painting, which I do besech

Go not away!- What have you there, my friepd?
His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Your honourable letter he desires

Your lordship to accept.
To those have shut him ap; which failing to him, The painting is almost the natural man;

Tim. Painting is welcome!
Periods his comfort.
Tim. Noble Ventidias! well;

For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature,
I am not of that feather, to shake off

He is but outside. These pencil'd figures are
My friend when he must need me. I do know him

Even such as they give out. I like your work ;
A gentleman, that well deserves a help,


you shall find, I like it: wait attendance
Whicli he shall hare: I'll pay the debt, and free him.


hear further from me.

Pain. The gods preserve you!
Tem. Commend me to him: I will send his ransome;

Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen ! Give me your hand
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:-
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

Hath suffer'd under praise.
But to support him after.— Fare you well!

Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise?
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Exit. If+i"Should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d,

Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
Enter an Old Athenian.
old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak!

It would unclew me quite.
Tim. Freely, good father!

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.

As those, which sell, would give; but you well knos,
Tim, I have so. What of him?

Things of like value, differing in the owners, Old Ath. Most noble Timon,call the man before thee. You mend the jewel by wearing it.

Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Tim. Attends he here, or no? Lacilius!

| Tim. Well mock'd.

my promise.

Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common; Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

Some twenty horse, all of companionship.
Which all men speak with him.

Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them gaide to us! Tim. Look, who comes here! Will you be chid ?

(Exeunt some Attenılants. Enter APEJANTU'S.

Yon must needs dine with me:- go not you hence, Juw. We will bear, with your lordship.

Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's done, Mer. He'll spare none.

Show me this piece - I am joyful of your sights.Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; Most welcome, sir!

[They salute. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Apem. So, so; there! Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st Aches contract and starve your cupple joints !them not.

That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

knaves, Tim. Yes.

And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Apem. Then I repent not.

Into baboon and monkey.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus!

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Apem. Thou knowest, I do ; I call thee by thy name. Most hungrily on your sight.
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus!

Tim. Right welcome, sir !
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time

In dilferent pleasures. Pray you, let us in !
Tim. Whither art going?

[Exeunt all but Apemantus. Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains

Enter two Lords.
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

1 Lord. What time a day is’t, Apemantus ?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Apem. Time to be honest.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? 1 Lord. That time serves still.
Apem. The best, for the innocence.

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter ; Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine leat and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

fools. Pain. You are a dog.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well! Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; what's Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. she, if I be a dog?

2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?

Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for I Apem. No; I eat not lords.

mean to give thee none. Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies. 1 Lord. Hang thyself! Apein. O, they eat lords; so they come by great Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding ; make bellies.

thy requests to thy friend. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.

2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy hence ! labour.

Apem. I will fly, like a dog , the heels of the ass, Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?

(Exit. Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will( 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall Dot cost a man a doit.

we in, Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

And taste Lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes
Apem. Not worth my thinking. - How now, poet? | The very heart of kindness.
Poet. How now, philosopher ?

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, 4pem. Thou liest.

Is but his steward : no meed, but he repays Poet. Art not one?

Serenfold above itself: no gist to him, Apem. Yes.

But breeds the giver a return exceeding Poes. Then I lie not.

All use of quittance. Apem. Art not a poet ?

1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Poet. Yes.

That ever govern'd man. Apem. Thenthou liest: look in thy last work, where 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in? thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

(E.reunt. Poet. That's not feign'd; he is so. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee SCENE II.

The same.

A room of state in Tfor thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is

Mos's house. worthy o'tlie flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet Tim: What would'st do 'then, Apemantus ? served in; Flavius and others atiending: then Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord enter Timon, ALCIBLADES, Lucius, Lucullus, SEXwith my heart.

PRONTUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VerTim. What, thyself?

Tidits, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping Apem. Ay.

after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Tim. Wherefore?

Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas’d the
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. - gods remember
Art not thou a merchant ?

My father's age, and call him to long peace.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Apem. Traflick confound thee, if the gods will not! Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.

To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help

I deriv'd liberty.
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant:

Tim. O, by no means,
Tim. What trumpet's that?

Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love;

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I gave it freely ever; and there's none

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field
Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord!
To imitate them; faults, that are richi, are fair. Tim. You bad rather be at a breakfast of enemies,
Ven. A noble spirit!

than a dinner of friends.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's

no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony

such a feast. Was but devis’d at first, to set a gloss

Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine ener On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

mies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;

me to 'em.
But where there is true friendship, there needs none. i Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord,
Pray, sit! more welcome are ye to my fortunes, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we
Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit. might express some part of our zeals, we should think
1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. ourselves for ever perfect.
Apem.lio, ho, confess’d it! hang'd it, have you not? | Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
Tim. 0, Apemantus! -- you are welcome! themselves have provided that I shall have much help
Apem. No,

from you. How had you been my friends else? why You shall not make me welcome:

have you that charitable title from thousands, did I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a humour of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak there

in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame: - you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, we should never have need of them? they were the But rond' man's ever angry.

most needless creatures living, should we ne'er hare Go, let him have a table by himself;

use for them; and would most resemble sweet is For he does neither affect company,

struments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poopA pem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; er, that I might come nearer to you. We are born I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. to do benefits: and what better or properer can we

Tim, I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe-call our own, than the riches of our friends? 0,what nian;therefore welcome! I myself would have no pow- a precious comfort’tis, to have so many, like brothers, er: pr’ythce, let my meat make thee silent. commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould clioke me, for I saway ere it can be born! Mine eyes caunot hold out should

water,methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to yon. Ne'er flatter thee.- yon gods! what a number Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timor! Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not!

2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up., Jo one man's blood; and all the madness is,

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. He cheers them up too.

3 Lord, I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me machu I wonder, man dare trust themselves with men:

Apem. Much!
Metlinks, they should invite them without knives; Tim. What means that trump? --How now?
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.

Enter a Servant.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges most desirous of aclmittance.
The breath of him in a divided draught,

Tim. Ladies? What are their wills?
Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been pror'd. Serv. "There comes with them a forerunner

, my lord. if I

which bears that office, to signify their pleasures

Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals: Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:

Enter Cupid.
Great men should drink with harness on their throats. Cup. Mail to thee, worthy 'Í'imon ;- and to all
Tim. My Jord, in heart; and let the health go round. That of his bounties taste! -- The five best sensor
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord ! Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
Apem. Flow this way!

To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. The car,
A brave fellow! – he keeps his tides well. Timon, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table pieni
Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill. They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, Tim. They are welcome all! let them have Lib!
llonest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire:

This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. Music, make their welcome!
Feasts are too prond to give thanks to the gods. I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf:

Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladin

as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancer I pray for no mun, but myself:

and playing Grant I may never prove so fond,

A pein. Hey' day, what a sweep of vanity comestia To trust man on his oath or bond;

Or a harlot, for her weeping;

They dance! they are mad women.
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping; Like madness is the glory of this life,
Or a keeper, with my freedom;

As this pomp shows to a little oil, and roof.
Or my friends, if I should need em.

We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
Amen. So full to't:

And spend our flatteries, to drink those med,
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

Upon whose age we void it up again,
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantis!

(Eats and drinks. With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives, that's not

Deprăved, or depraves? whe dies, that bears

(Tucket sounded

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