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Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus ! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor
row ; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves
honest. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou
know'st them not.
Tim. Whither art going ?
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 ?
1 Alluding to the proverb : Plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned 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 ?
Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit' to be a lord. -Art not thou a merchant ?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
not! Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
'Tis Alcibíades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to
[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :
hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece. - I am joyful of your sights.
Go . not you
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.
· So, so; there!
[They salute. That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed
Right welcome, sir :
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. i Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, thạt 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
[Exit. 1 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
TIMON OF ATHENS.
Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes ! Shall we
in ? I Lord. I'll keep you company.
A Room of State in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing loud musick. 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 the
gods remember My father's age, and call him to long peace. He is gone happy, and has left me rich : 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. Tim.
O, by no means, Honest Ventidius : mistake
my 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
2 Meed here means desert. 3 i, e. All the customary
returns made in discharge of obligations.
To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Nay, my lords, 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 Pray, sit ; more welcome are
fortunes, Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you
not? Tim. O, Apemantus !--you are welcome. Apem.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon;
therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for
I should Ne'er flatter thee.
-O you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat
4 Anger is a short madness.