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Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not away.—What have you there, my friend?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.
[Offering it. Tim.
Painting is welcome.--
The gods preserve you 1!
What, my lord ! dispraise ?
My lord, 'tis rated
Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ?
Enter APEMANTUS. Few. We 'll bear, with your lordship.
He 'll spare none. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus.
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st
them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians ? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Few. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou know'st I do : I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. A pem. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? A pem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou 'lt die for. A pem. Right; if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it ?
Apem. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. You're a dog.
Apem. Thy mother 's of my generation : what's she, if I be a dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
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?
A pein. Yes.
A pom. Art not a poet?
Apom. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Poct. That's not feigned ; he is so.
A pem. 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 wouldst do then, Apemantus ?
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. ! — Art not thou a merchant ?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
That I had no angry wit to be a lord.] The meaning is obscure, but it seems to be, that Apemantus would hate himself for enduring to be a lord. We adhere to the old text.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
Trumpet sounds. Enter a Servant.
'Tis Alcibiades, and
[Excunt some Attendants.
Enter ALCIBIADES, his Company, etc.
So, so, there.—
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Right welcome, sir :
[Excunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords.
'ACHES] The word Aches is here, as again in act v, sc. 1,and in The
I,a Tempest, act i, sc. 2, p. 20, obviously to be pronounced as a dissyllable. Other and later poets so employed it.
Apem. Time to be honest.
A pem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
First Lord. Hang thyself.
Apem. No; I will do nothing at thy bidding : make thy requests to thy friend. Second Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog! or I 'll spurn thee
hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit. First Lord. He's opposite to humanity.—Come, shall
Second Lord. He pours it out ; Plutus, the god of gold,
The noblest mind he carries,
Second Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall we in ?
[Exeunt. 2 The MORE accursed thou,] So the Cor. fol. 1632, for "most accursed” of the old copies.