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Apem. That I had s 'so hungry a' wit to be a Lord, Art thou not a merchant ?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not!
Mer. If traffick do it, the Gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy God, and so thy God contound

Trumpets found. Enter a Messenger.
Tim. What trumpet's that?

Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
All of companionship.

Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us ;
You must needs dine with me : go not you hence
'Till I have thankt you ; and when dinner's done
Shew me this piece. I'm joyful of your sights.

Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
Most welcome, Sir!

[Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, fo! Aches contract, and starve your supple joints ! that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtesie! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

Alc. You ? ' have even sav'd my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir. Ere we 'do part,' we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt,






Monet Apemantus, Enter Lucius and Lucullus, Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest, Luc. ''Ay, that, time serves still. Apem. The more accursed thou that fillomite'st it.

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Lucul. Thou art going to Lord 7 imon's feast.
Apem. Ay, to see 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'st have kept one to thy self, for I mean to give thee none.

Luc. Hang thy self.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: makethy requests to thy friend.

[hence. Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or — I'll spurn thee Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o’th' ass.

[Exit Apem.
Luc. He's opposite * 'to all humanity.'
Come, shall we in, and taste Lord Timon's bounty ?
He sure outgoes the very heart of kindness.

Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Is but his steword: no meed but he repays
Seven-fold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.

Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
That ever govern'd man.

Lucal. Long may he live in fortunes! shall we in ?
Luc. I'll keep you company.


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Another Room in Timon's House. Hautboy's playing, loud Musick. A great Banquet ferud

in ; and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sem: pronius and other Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus discontentedly.

Ven. Most honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods
To call my father's age unto long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
2 to humanity.


Then as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.

Tmi. O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love,
I gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly say he gives, if he receives :
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them. Faults that are rich, are fair,

Ve*. A noble fpirit.

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first,
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown:
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, fit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than they to me.

(Tbey sit down.
Luc. We always have confest it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confest it? hang'd it, have you not?
Tim. O Apemantus! you are welcome.

Apem. No: you shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

Tim. Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: They say, my Lords, that Ira furor brevis ejf, But yonder man is ever angry: Go, And let him have a table by himself: For he does neither affect company, Nor is he fit for it indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thy peril, Timon: I come to observe, I give thee warning on'c.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; th'art an Athenian, therefore welcome ; I my self would have no power, preythee let my meat make thee silent.

Apem. I scorn thy meat, 'cwould choak me: for I should ne'er Aatter thee. O you Gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he fees : 'it' not! It grieves me to fee


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So many dip their meat in one man's blood,
And all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men :
Methinks they should invite them without knives,
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't, the fellow that
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is th’ readiest man to kill him! 'T has been provid.
Were I a great man, I should fear to drink,
Lest they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes e
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

Tim. My Lord, in heart; and let the health
Lucul. Let it now this way, my good Lord.

Apem. Flow this way! —a brave fellow! he keeps his
tides well; those healths will make thee and thy ftate
look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a
sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i'th' mire:
This and my food are equal, there's no odds;
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the Gods.

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Apemantus's Grace.
Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf ;
I pray for no man but my felf;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oatb or bond;
Or a barlot for her weeping,
Or a dog that seems a sleeping,
Or a keeper with my freedom,
Or my friends if I mouid need 'em.
Amen, Amen: So fall to't:

Rich men fin, and I eat root.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus !

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
Alc. My heart is ever at your service, my Lord.
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than
dinner of friends,


Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's no meat like 'em. I could with my friend at such a feast.

Apem. Would all these Aatterers were thine enemies then ; that thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!

Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my Lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think our selves for ever perfect.

Tim. Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I shall have as much help from you: how had you been my friends else? why have you that 4 'character and title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to my felf, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you ; oh you Gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of 'em? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wisht my felf poorer, that I might come nearer to you: we are born to do benefits. And what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends ? o, what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ! O joy, e'en made sla joyere't can be born ; mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks: to forget their faults, í drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest but to make them drink thee,

Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes,
And at that instant like a babe sprung up.

Apem. Ho, ho ! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
3 Lord. I promise you, my Lord, you mov'd me much.
Apem. Much!

Sound Tucket.
Tim. What means that trump? how now?

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Thou weep'ft to make them drink, Timon.

Vol. V.



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