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Go not away.-What have you there, my Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beYour lordship to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work;
And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The gods preserve you!
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me your hand;
We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Jew. What, my lord? dispraise?
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
As those, which sell, would give: But you well Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear You mend the jewel by wearing it. [lord, Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue.
Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid?
Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
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 generation; 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 labour.
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. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philosopher?
Poet. Art not one?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Thou know'st I'do; I call'd thee by Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apeman
Apem The best, for the innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
* Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be. + To unclew a man is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes.
Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
Most welcome, Sir!
Apem. So, so; there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!That there should be small love 'mongst these
Into baboon and monkey.t
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I
Alluding to the proverb: plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars. + Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is worn down to a monkey.
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
I Lord. That time serves still.
2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have
Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome.
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for But yond' man's ever angry.
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
And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of
Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man.
2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?
1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of State in TIMON'S House.
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd
My father's age, and call him to long peace.
1 deriv'd liberty.
Tim. O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love;
If our betters play at that game, we must not
To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
* Meed here means desert. te. All the customary
Go, let him have a table by himself;
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Ti
I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me,
for I should
Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a num-
I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men:
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Great men should drink with harness‡ on their
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Apem. Flow this way!
[mon, A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. TiThose healths will make thee, and thy state,
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends.
Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.
1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitablet title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself 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 away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
2 Lord. 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.t [Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump?-How now?
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance:
Music, make their welcome.
[Exit CUPID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd.
Music.--Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of LADIES as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing.
Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity conies this way!
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' I should fear, those, that dance before me now, gift? Would one day stamp upon me: It 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
Tim. You have done our pleasures much Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, grace, fair ladies, You have added worth unto't, and lively lusWhich was not half so beautiful and kind; tre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the
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 your selves.
All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.
Tim. Flavius,Flav. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither. There is no crossing him in his humour; Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet!
Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should, [could.
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; That man might ne'er be wretched for his
[Exit, and returns with the casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men?
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses.
Tim. O my friends, I have one word
piece of silver money called a cross,
Shakspeare plays on the word crossed: alluding to the
+ For his nobleness of soul.
To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I| Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my
Entreat you, honour me so much, as to
Advance this jewel;
Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.
And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades,
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,- Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou All. So are we all.
Enter a SERVANT.
Lie in a pitch'd field.
Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,Tim. And so
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of Am I to you.
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Enter another SERVANT.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Enter a third SERVANT.
Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what
3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be reNot without fair reward. [ceiv'd, Flav. [Aside.] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great And all out of an empty coffer.- [gifts, Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, 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
Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on it is yours, because you lik'd it. 2 Lord. 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:
All Lords. None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,— Tim. All to you.t-Lights, more lights. 1 Lord. The best of happiness, [mon! Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord TiTim. Ready for his friends.
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, LORDS, &c. Apem, What a coil's here! Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: [legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on Methinks, false hearts should never have sound
SCENE I.-The same.-A Room in a
Enter a SENATOR, with papers in his hand. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore
[sum, He owes nine thousand; besides my former Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in mo
Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
Caph. Here, Sir; What is your pleasure?
* I. e. Could dispense them on every side with an ungrudging distribution, like that with which I could deal out cards. +I. c. All happiness to you. t Offering salutations. 1. e. Be ruined by his securities entered into. By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved,
Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord
Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd*
My uses cry to ine, I must serve my turn
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Sen. I go, Sir?-take the bonds along with
Enter CAPHIS, and the SERVANTS of ISIDORE and VARRO.
Caph. Good even,+ Varro: What,
Vur. Serv. Is't not your business too?
Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Caph. Here comes the lord.
Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and LORDS, &c. Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,t
My Alcibiades.-With me? What's your will?
Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put
To the succession of new days this month:
Tim. Mine honest friend,
I pr'y thee, but repair to me next morning.
Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,
Isid. Serv. From Isidore;
humbly prays your speedy payment,Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants,
Var. Serv. "Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks,
Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honour?
Flav. Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Tim. Do so, my friends:
[Exit TIMON. [Exit FLAVIUS.
Enter APEMANTUS and a FOOL. Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em. Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us. Isid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog! Var. Serv. How dost, fool? Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow? Var. Serv. I speak not to thee. Apem. No; 'tis to thyself,-Come away. [To the FOOL. Isid. Serv. [To VAR. SERV.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on him yet.
Caph. Where's the fool now?
Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!
All Serv. What are we, Apemantus?
All Serv. Why?
Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves.-Speak to 'em, fool. Fool. How do you, gentlemen?
All Serv. Gramercies, good fool: How does your mistress?
Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. 'Would, we could see you at Corinth.
Apem. Good! gramercy.