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Painting is welcome.
hear further from me. Pain.
The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your
What, my lord ? dispraise ?
My lord, 'tis rated
tongue. Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid!
4 Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.
s To unclew a man is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes.
Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.
He'll spare none. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay 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. Thou knowest, I do; I call'd thee by thy name.
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work,
Pain. You are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generațion; What's she, if I be a dog ?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Tim. An thou should’st, thou’dst anger ladies.
Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy Jabour.
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?
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. 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 would'st do then, Apemantus ?
Apam. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with
6 Alluding to the proverb : plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord... Art not thou a merchant ?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant,
'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to
[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company, Most welcome, sir !
[They salute. Арет,
So, so; there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints !-That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet
knaves, And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey.?
Alcib. Sir, you have say'd my longing, and I feed Most hungrily on your sight. Tim.
Right welcome, sir: Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. 7 Man is degenerated; his strain or lincage is worn down into 1 monkey.
Enter two LORDS. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat
fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
1 Lord. Hang thyself.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.
Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. (Erit. i Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall
we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness,
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward; no meed, 8 but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance.' 1 Lord.
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. & Meed here means desert. 91. 8. All the customary re
turns made in discharge of obligations.