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Enter Lucilius. Luc. Here, at your Lordship’s service.
0. Atb. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin’d to thrift,
Tim. Well; what further ?
0. Atb. One only daughter have I, no kin elle,
Tim. The man is honeft.
Tim. Does the love him?
0. Atb. She is young, and apt:
Tim. Love you the maid ? ;
0. Atb. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endowed,
0. Atb Three talents on the present, in future all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;
O. Ab. Moft noble Lord,
Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not own'd to you ! [Ex, Luc. and O. Ath.
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Lordship!
Tim. I thank you, you shall bear from me anon : Go not away. What have you there, my friend ?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Tim. Painting is welcome.
hear further from me. Pain. The Gods preserve ye!
Tim. Well fare you, gentleman ; Give me your hand,
Jew. What, my Lord ? dispraise ?
Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated
Tim. Well mock'd.
SCENE III. Enter Apemantus.
Jew. We'll bear it with your Lordship.
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy good-morrow ;
Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves ? thou know'ft Apem. Are they not Atbenians ?
[them not. Tim. Yes. Apen. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus,
Apem. Thou know't I do, I call’d thee by thy name.
Apem. 'Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Apens. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain, Y'are a dog.
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. O, they eat Lords, so they come by great bellies,
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not coft a man a doit.
Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth ?
Apem. Then thou lieft : look in thy last work, where thou hast feign’d him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is fo.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord !
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. That I had so hungry a wit to be a Lord.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Trumpets found. Enter a Messenger,
Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us ;
Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
[Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, lo! Aches contract, and starve your supple joints ! that.chere should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtele! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
Alc. You have even sav'd my longing, and I feed Moft hungerly on your fight.
Tim. Right welcome, Sir.
SCEN E IV.
Apem. The more accursed thou that ftill omitt'st it. Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay, to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice, Lucul. Why, Apemantus ? Apem. Thou should't have kept one to thy felf, for I mean to give thee none.
Luc, Hang thy self.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. Apem. I will Ay, like a dog, the heels o' th’ass.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes ! shall we in?
[Exeuns, SCENE V.
Anorber Room in Timon's House. Hausboys playing, loud Mufick. A great Banquet feru'd in;
and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and other Athenian Senators, witb Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly.
Ven. Most honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods
led with thanks and service, from whole help