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Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some | One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, dedication

Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; To the great lord.

Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Translates his rivals. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. From whence 'tis nourished : The fire i’the flint This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Bowing his head against the steepy mount Each bound it chafes. What have you there? To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your In our condition. book forth ?

Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on: Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. All those, which were his fellows but of late, Let's see your piece.

(Some better than his value,) on the moment Pain. 'Tis a good piece.

Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Poet. So'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Pain. Indifferent.

Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him Poet. Admirable : How this grace

Drink the free air. Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture

of mood, One might interpret.

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Here is a touch : Is't good ?

Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Poet. I'll say of it,

Not one accompanying his declining foot.
It tutors nature : artificial strife

Pain. 'Tis coinmon :
Lives in these touches, livelier than life. A thousand moral paintings I can show,

That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Enter certain Senators, and pass over.

fortune Pain. How this lord's follow'd !

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Poet. The senators of Athens ;-Happy men! To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Pain. Look, more!

The foot above the head. Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.

Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,

Servant of Ventidius talking with him. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? With amplest entertainment: My free drift Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Halts not particularly, but moves itself

his debt ; In a wide sea of wax: no levell’d malice His means most short, his creditors most strait: Infects one comma in the course I hold; Your honourable letter he desires But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Leaving no tract behind.

Periods his comfort. Pain. How shall I understand you ?

Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; Poet. I'll unbolt to you.

I am not of that feather, to shake off You see how all conditions, how all minds, My friend when he must need me. I do know him (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, him. Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac’d ransome; flatterer

And, being enfranchis’d, bid him come to me:To Apemantus, that few things loves better 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

Than to abhor himself: even he drops down But to support him after.— Fare you well The knee before him, and returns in peace Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour ! Most rich in Timon's nod.

[Erit. Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill

Enter an Old Athenian. Feign's Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. mount

Tim. Freely, good father. Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. That labour on the bosom of this sphere

Tim. I have so: What of him? To propagate their states : amongst them all, Old Ath. Most noble Timon, all the man beWhose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix’d,

fore thee.

Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius ! He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are

Even such as they give out. I like your work; Enter Lucilius.

And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Till you hear further from me. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this Pain. The gods preserve you ! thy creature,

Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me By night frequents my house. I am a man

your hand; That from my first have been inclin’d to thrift; We must needs dine together.—Sir, your jewel And my estate deserves an heir more rais’d, Hath suffer'd under praise. Than one which holds a trencher.

Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise ? Tim. Well; what further?

Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d, On whom I may confer what I have got: It would unclew me quite. The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, Jew. My lord, 'tis rated And I have bred her at my dearest cost, As those, which sell, would give: But you well In qualities of the best. This man of thine

know, Attempts her love: I pr'ythee, noble lord, Things of like value, differing in the owners, Join with me to forbid him her resort;

Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, Myself have spoke in vain.

You mend the jewel by wearing it. Tim. The man is honest.

Tim. Well mock'a. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : Mer. No, my good lord ; he speaks the comHis honesty rewards him in itself,

mon tongue, It must not bear my daughter.

Which all men speak with him. Tim. Does she love him?

Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be OU Ath. She is young, and apt:

chid ? Our own precelent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth.

Enter APEMANTUS. Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ? Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Mer. He'll spare none. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemanmissing,

tus ! I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,

morrow; And dispossess her all.

When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Tim. "How shall she be endow'd,

honest. If she be mated with an equal husband ?

Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in

know'st them not. future, all.

Apem. Are they not Athenians ? Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me Tim. Yes. long;

Apem. Then I repent not. To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Jew. You know me, Apemantus. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call thee by What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

thy name. And make him weigh with her.

Tim. T'hou art proud, Apemantus. Old Ath. Most noble lord,

Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. like Timon. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Tim. Whither art going? promise.

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never brains. may

Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by Which is not ow'd to you !

the law. [Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live Apem. The best, for the innocence. your lordship!

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it ? Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me Apem. He wrought better, that made the anon :

painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Go not away.-What have you there, my friend? Pain. You are a dog.

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's Your lordship to accept.

she, if I be a dog ? Tim. Painting is welcome.

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? The painting is almost the natural man;

Apem. No; I eat not lords. For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies.

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Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by T'im. Right welcome, sir : great bellies.

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for

[Exeunt all but Apemantus. thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Ape

Enter two Lords. mantus ?

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which

Apem. Time to be honest. will not cost a man a doit.

1 Lord. That time serves still. Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still Apem. Not worth my thinking.—How now, omit'st it. poet?

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Poct. How now, philosopher ?

Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine Apem. Thou liest.

heat fools. Poet. Art not one ?

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Yes.

Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell Poet. Then I lie not.

twice. Apem. Art not a poet ?

2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ? Poet. Yes.

Apem. Should'st have kept one to thyself, for Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, I mean to give thee none. where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.' 1 Lord. Hang thyself. Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay make thy requests to thy friend. thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flat- 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn tered, is worthy o’the flatterer. Heavens, that thee hence. I were a lord!

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ?

[Erit. Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, lord with my heart.

shall we in, Tim. What, thyself?

And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes Apem. Ay.

The very heart of kindness. Tim. Wherefore ?

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.- gold, Art not thou a merchant ?

Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will But breeds the giver a return exceeding not!

All use of quittance. Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.

1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god con- That ever govern'd man. found thee!

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall

we in? Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.

i Lord. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. Tim. What trumpet's that? Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and

SCENE II.-The same. Some twenty horse, all of companionship.

A room of state in

Timon's house. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide

[Exeunt some Attendants. Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet You must needs dine with me:-Go not you hence,

served in, Flavius and others attending : Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's

then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, Ltdone,

CULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Show me this piece.—I am joyful of your sights.

Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants.

Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.

discontentedly. Most welcome, sir !

[They salute. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd Apem. So, so; there!

the gods remember Aches contract and starve your supple joints !- My father's age, and call him to long peace. That there should be small love 'mongst these He is gone happy, and has left me rich: sweet knaves,

Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out To your free heart, I do return those talents, Into baboon and monkey.

Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed help Most hungrily on your sight.

I deriv'd liberty.

to us.

go round.

you not?

Rich men sin,

Tim. O, by no means,

Tim. My lord, in heart , and let the health Honest Ventidius : you mistake my love ; I gave it freely ever; and there's none

2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :

Apem. Flow this way! If our betters play at that game, we must not A brave fellow !-he keeps his tides well. T'imon, dare

Those healths will make thee, and thy state, To imitate them ; Faults, that are rich, are fair. look ill. Ven. A noble spirit.

Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, [They all stand ceremoniously looking on Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire: Timon.

This, and my food, are equals ; there's no odds. Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony.

Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

Apemantus's Grace. Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf: But where there is true friendship, there needs I pray for no man, but myself : none.

Grant I may never prove so fond, Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, To trust man on his oath or bond ; Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit. Or a harlot, for her weeping ; i Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ; Apem. Ho, ho, confess’d it! hang'd it, have Or a keeper, with my freedom;

Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Tim. 0, Apemantus !--you are welcome.

Amen. So fall to't: Apem. No,

and I eat root. You shall not make me welcome:

[Eats and drinks. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus ! Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the humour there

field now. Does not become a man ; 'tis much to blame :- Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, lord. But yond' man's ever angry,

Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of Go, let him have a table by himself ;

enemies, than a dinner of friends. For he does neither affect company,

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

there's no meat like them; I could wish my Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; best friend at such a feast. I come to observe ; 1 give thee warning on't. Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an enemies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, Athenian ; therefore welcome: I myself would and bid me to 'em. have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make | Lord. Might we but have that happiness, thee silent.

my lord, that you would once use our hearts, Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, for I should

we should think ourselves for ever perfect. Ne'er flatter thee.— you gods! what a number Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! gods themselves have provided that I shall have It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat much help from you: How had you been my In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, friends else ? why have you that charitable title He cheers them up too.

from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men: my heart? I have told more of you to myself, Methinks, they should invite them without than you can with modesty speak in your own knives;

bebalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. gods, think I, what need we have any friends,

There's much example for’t; the fellow, that if we should never have need of them ? they Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and were the most needless creatures living, should pledges

we ne'er have use for them; and would most The breath of him in a divided draught, resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I prov'd.

have often wished myself poorer, that I might If I

come nearer to you. We are born to do beneWere a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals ; | fits : and what better or properer can we call Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous our own, than the riches of our friends ? 0, notes :

what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, Great men should drink with harness on their like brothers, commanding one another's fore throats.

tunes ! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, me

Which was not half so beautiful and kind; thinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you.

You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre, Apem. Thou weep’st to make them drink, And entertain'd me with mine own device; Timon.

I am to thank you for't. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up: Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and Apem. Ho, ho ! I laugh to think that babe a would not hold taking, I doubt me. bastard.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd Attends you : Please you to dispose yourselves. me much.

All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. Apem. Much! [Tucket sounded.

[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies. Tim. What means that trump?-How now?

Tim. Flavius,

Flav. My lord.
Enter a Servant.

Tim. The little casket bring me hither. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet ! ladies most desirous of admittance.

There is no crossing him in his humour; ÇAside. T'im. Ladies ? What are their wills ? Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should,

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he my lord, which bears that office, to signify their

could. pleasures.

'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

Erit, and returns with the casket. Enter Cupid.

1 Lord. Where be our men ? Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon ;-and to all Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. That of his bounties taste !--The five best senses 2 Lord. Our horses. Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely Tim. O my friends, I have one word To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, To say to you :-Look you, my good lord, I must Taste, touch, smell, all pleas’d from thy table rise; Entreat you, honour me so much, as to They only now come but to feast thine


Advance this jewel ; Tim. They are welcome all ; let them have Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. kind admittance :

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,Music, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. All. So are we all. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belor'd.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a Masque of La

senate dies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, Newly alighted, and come to visit you. dancing and playing.

Tim. They are fairly welcome. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes

Flav. I beseech your honour,

Vouchsafe me a word; it docs concern you near. They dance ! they are mad women.

Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear Like madness is the glory of this life,

thee : As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.

I I pr'ythee, let us be provided We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves ;

To show them entertainment. And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Flav. I scarce know how.

[Aside. Upon whose age we void it With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives,

Enter another Servant. that's not

2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears

Lucius, Notone spurn to their graves of their friends’gift? Out of his free love, hath presented to you I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver. Wouldone day stamp upon me: It has been done; Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Enter a third Servant. The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Be worthily entertain’d.—How now, what news? Timon ; and, to show their loves, each singles

3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable out an Amazon, and all dance, men with wo

gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your commen, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and pany to-morrow to hunt with him; and has

sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. Tim. You have done our pleasures much Tim. I'll hunt with him ; and let them be grace, fair ladies,

receiv'd, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Not without fair reward.

this way!

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