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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. Apem. Are they not Athenians ? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call'd thee by thy
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, 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 ?
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
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 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. Apem.
So, so; there!
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 sav'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.
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, 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
[Erit. 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
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
A Room of State in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet
served in ; Flavius and others attending ; then
O, by no means,
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
none. Pray, sit ; more welcome are ye to my 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. Арет.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; 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. — 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.