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Tim. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, therefore welcome : I my self would have no Power---prethee let my Meat make thee filent.

Apem. I scorn thy Meat, 'twould choak me: For I should ne'er flatter thee. Oh you Gods! What a number of Men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not? It grieves me to see so many dip their Meat in one Man's Blood, and all the madnels is, he cheers them up too. I wonder Men dare trust themselves with Men. Methinks they should invite them without Knives, Good for their Meat, and safer for their Lives: There's much Example for't, the Fellow that fits next him now, parts Bread with him, pledges the Breath of him in a divided Draught, is the readiest Man to kill him. 'T has been proved. If I were a huge Man, I should fear to drink at Meals, left they fhould spy my Wind-pipes dangerous Notes : Great Men should drink with harness on their Throats.

Tim, My Lord in Heart; and let the Health go round. LsculLet it flow this way, my good Lord.

Apem. Flow this way !--- brave Fellow! he keeps his
Tides well; those Healths will make thee and thy State
look ill, Timon
Here's that which is too weak to be a Sinner,
Honeft Water, which ne'er left Man i'th' Mire :
This and my Food are equal, there's no odds 3
Feasts are too Proud to give Thanks to the Gods.

Apemantus's Grace.
Immortal Gods, I crave no Pelf;
I pray for no Man but my self;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust Man on his Oath or Bond:
Or a Harlot for her Weeping,
Or a Dog that seems a Sleeping,
Or a Keeper with my Freedom,

Frichds if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:

Rich Men Sin, and I cat Root.
Much good dich thy good Heart, Apemantus.

Tim. Captain,
Alcibiades, your Heart's in the Field now.
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Alc. My Heart is ever at your Service, my Lord. .

Tim. You had rather be at a Breakfast of Enemies, than a Dinner of Friends.

Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's 'no Meat like 'em, I could wish my Friend at such a Feast. .

Apem. Would all these Flatterers were thine Enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

Luc. 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 our selves for ever Perfe&t.

Tim. Oh no doubty: my good Friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I shall have as much help from you: How had you been my Friends else? Why have you that charitable Title from thousands? Did not you chiefly belong to my Heart? I have told more of you to my self, than you can with Modesty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you. oh you Gods, think I, what need we have any Friends, if we should never have need of 'em? They were the most needless Creatures living, fhould we ne'er have use for them : And would most resemble sweet Inftruments hung up in Cases, that keep their Sounds to themselves. Why I have often wifht my self 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! Oh Joy, een made away e'erit can be born; mine Eyes cannot hold Water, methinks: To forget their Faults, I drink to you.

Apems. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.

. Joy had the like Conception in our Eyes, . And at that instant like a Babe (prung up.

Apem. Ho, hom I laugh to think that Babe a Bastard. . 3 Lord, I promise you, my Lord, you mov'd me much. .

Sound Tucker,
Tim. What means that Trump? How now?

Enter Servant.
Ser. Please you, my Lord, there are certain Ladies
Most desirous of Admittar.cê, !

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Apem. Much.

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Tim. Ladies? What are their Wills ?

Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner, my Lord, Which bears that Office to signifie their Pleasures. Tim. I pray let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid with a Mask of Ladies. Cu. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all that of his Bounties taste : The five best Senses acknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to Gratulate thy plenteous Bofom. There taste, touch, all, pleas'd from thy Table rise : They only now come but to feast thine Eyes.

Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance. Musick make their welcome. Luc. You see, my Lord, how ample you are belov'd.

Apem. Hoyday! What a sweep of Vanity comes this way! They Dance, they are mad Women, .. Like Madness is the Glory of this Life, As this Pomp shews to a little Oyl and Root: We make our selyes Fools, to disport our selvese And spend our flatteries, to drink those Men, Upon whose Age we void it up again, With poisonous Spight and Envy. Who lives, that's nor depraved, or depraves ? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their Graves Of their Friends Gift ? I should fear, those that dance before me now, Would one Day stamp upon me: 'T'as been done, Men thut their Doors against a setting Sun. The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and

to show their Loves, each single out an Amazon, and all Dance, Mex with Women, a lofty strain or two to the Hautboys, and ceafe.

Tim. You have done our Pleasures,
Much Grace, fair Ladies,
Set a fair Fashion on our Entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind :
You have added worth unco't, and lively Lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own Device.
I am to thank you for it,

Luc. My Lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me.



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Tim. Ladies, there is an idle Banquet attends you..
Please you to dispose your selves.
All La. Most thankfully, my Lord.

Tim. Flavius.
Flav. My Lord.
Tim. The little Casker bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my Lord. More Jewels yet?
There is no crossing him in's humour,
Else I should tell him well-

well-i'faith I fhould,
When all's spent, he'd be crossd then, and he could:
'Tis pity Bounty has not Eyes behind,
That Man might ne'er be wretched for his Mind.

Luc. Where be our Men Serv. Here, my Lord, in readiness. Lucul. Our Horses. Tim. O my Friends ! I have one word to say to you: Look you, my good Lord, I must entreat you, honour me so much, As to advance this Jewel, accept, and wear it, Kind my

Lord. Luc. 'I am so far already in your Gifts. All. So are we all. [Exe. Lucius and Lucultus.

Enter a Servant. Serv. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you. . Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Enter Flavius, Flav. I beseech your Honour, vouchsafe me a word, it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! Why then another time I'll hear thee.
I prethee let's be provided to shew them entertainment.
Flav. I scarce know how,

Enter another Servant.
2. Serv. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free Love, hath presented to you
Four Milk-white Horses trapt in Silver.

Tim. I shall accept them fairly: Let the Presents
Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a third Servant. How sow? What News?

3 Serv.

3 Serv. Please you, my Lord, that honourable Gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to morrow, to hunt with him, and has sert your Honour two brace of Grey-bounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him;
And let them be received, not without fair Reward.

Flav. What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great Gifts, and all
out of an empty Coffer:
Nor will he know his Purse, or yield me this,
To thew 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, owes for ev'ry word:
He is so kind, thaç he now pays interest for't;
His Land's put to their Books. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, e'er I were forc’d:
Happier is he that has no Friend to feed,
Than such that do e'en Enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my Lord. .

Tim. You do your felves much wrong,
You bare too much of your own Merits.
Here, my Lord, a trifle of our Love.

I Lord. With more than common thanks
I will receive it.

3 Lord. O ha's the very Soul of Bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a Bay Courser I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik’d it.

2 Lord. Oh, 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 affe. I weigh
my Friends affe&tion with my own? I'll tell you true,
I'll call to you.

All Lords. O none so welcome.
Tim. I take all, and your leveral Visitations

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So kind to Heart, 'cis not enough to give,
Methinks I could deal Kingdoms to my Friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,


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