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Taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from thy table rise ;
[Exit CUPID. First Lord. You see, my lord, how amply y'are belov'd.
Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as
A pem. Hey day! what a sweep of vanity comes this
They dance! they are mad women.
[The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
TIMON ; and, to show their loves, each singles out
lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and ceasel
ladies, 1-hautboys and cease.] The old descriptive stage-direction, here as well as above.
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
First 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 Ladies. Most thankfully, my lord.
[Exeunt CUPID and Ladies.
The little casket bring me hither.
[Exit, and returns with the casket.
[As if departing Tim.
O, my friends!
First Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
Enter a Servant.
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
I beseech your honour,
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee :
Enter another Servant.
Second Serv. May it please your honour, lord Lucius,
Enter a third Servant.
Third Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentle-
; Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside.]
What will this come to ?
· And all out of an empty coffer.] The verse throughout this play is often so defective and corrupt, that modern editors have utterly failed to piece and patch it : it has defied all finger-counting.
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
You do yourselves Much wrong ; you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. Second Lord. With more than common thanks I will
receive it. Third Lord. O! he's the very soul of bounty.
Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. Second Lord. O! I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in
that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord : I know no man .
I'll call to you.
O! 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 :
Ay, defil'd land, my lord.3
Second Lord. So infinitely endear'd, -
The best of happiness,
Tim. Ready for his friends. [Exeunt ALCIB. Lords, etc.
What a coil 's here!
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
Apem. No, I 'll nothing ; for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ?
Tim. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
AY, DEFIL'd land, my lord.] Alcibiades poorly plays upon the word pitch'd used by Timon.
+ I doubt whether their LEGS-) i.e., Their bows : to make a leg was formerly, as it still is, to make a bow.