Imatges de pÓgina

Taste, touch, smell, pleas'd from thy table rise ;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Tim. They are welcome all. Let them have kind ad-

mittance :
Music, make their welcome.

[Exit CUPID. First Lord. You see, my lord, how amply y'are belov'd.

Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as
Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing.

A pem. Hey day! what a sweep of vanity comes this

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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: ’t has been done.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

[The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of

TIMON ; 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 ceasel
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair

ladies, 1-hautboys and cease.] The old descriptive stage-direction, here as well as above.

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.

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.
Tim. Flavius !
Flav. My lord.

The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord. [Aside]. More jewels yet !
There is no crossing him in his humour;
Else I should tell him, well,-i' faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

[Exit, and returns with the casket.
First Lord. Where be our men ?
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
Second Lord. Our horses !

[As if departing Tim.

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.

First Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
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 pr’ythee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.
Flav. I scarce know how.


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Enter another Servant.

Second Serv. May it please your honour, lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the presents

Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain’d.-How now! what news?

Third Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentle-
man, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to
hunt with him ; and has sent your honour two brace of
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 :2
Nor will he know his purse ; or yield me this,

· 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,
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. 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 .

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 to you.
All Lords.

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 :
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, defil'd land, my lord.3
First Lord. We are so virtuously bound, -

And so
Am I to you.

Second Lord. So infinitely endear'd, -
Tim. All to you.—Lights ! more lights !
First Lord.

The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon.

Tim. Ready for his friends. [Exeunt ALCIB. Lords, etc.

What a coil 's here!
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs 4 be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs :
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.

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.

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