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Apem. That I had 5 'fo hungry a wit to be a Lord. Art thou not a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not!
Tim. What trumpet's that?
Mef. 'Tis Alcibiades, and fome twenty horse, All of companionship.
Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us You must needs dine with me: go not you hence 'Till I have thankt you; and when dinner's done Shew me this piece. I'm joyful of your fights. Enter Alcibiades with the reft. [Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, fo! Aches contract, and starve your fupple joints! that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtefie! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
Moft welcome, Sir!
Alc. You have even fav'd` my longing, and I feed
Ere we 'do part, we'll fhare a bounteous time
Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus.
Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ?
Apem. Time to be honest,
Luc. 'Ay, that, time ferves ftill.
Apem. The 'more accursed thou that still omitt'st it.
6 and thy,
8 depart. . . old edit. Theob. emend.
5 no angry... old edit. Warb. emend. 7 have fav'd
Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feaft.
Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice.
Lucul. Why, Apemantus?
Apem. Thou fhould't have kept one to thy felf, for I mean to give thee none. Luc. Hang thy felf.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. [hence.
Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or
I'll fpurn thee
Luc. He's oppofite to all humanity.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! fhall we in?
Another Room in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing, loud Mufick. A great Banquet ferv'd in; and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and other Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods To call my father's age unto long peace. He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
2 to humanity.
Then as in grateful virtue I am bound
Tmi. O, by no means,
Honeft Ventidius: you miftake my love,
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first,
Luc. We always have confeft it.
[They fit down.
Apem. Ho, ho, confeft it? hang'd it, have you not? Tim. O Apemantus! you are welcome.
Apem. No: you fhall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thruft me out of doors.
Tim. Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: They fay, my Lords, that Ira furor brevis eft, But yonder man is ever angry. Go, And let him have a table by himself: For he does neither affect company, Nor is he fit for it indeed.
Apem. Let me ftay at thy peril, Timon: I come to obferve, I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; th'art an Athenian, therefore welcome; I my felf would have no power, prythee let my meat make thee filent.
Apem. I fcorn thy meat, 'twould choak me: for I fhould ne'er flatter thee. O you Gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he fees it not! It grieves me to fee
So many dip their meat in one man's blood,
Is th' readieft man to kill him! 'T has been prov❜d.
Tim. My Lord, in heart; and let the health go round. Lucul. Let it flow this way, my good Lord.
Apem. Flow this way!-a brave fellow! he keeps his tides well; thofe healths will make thee and thy ftate look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a finner, honest water, which ne'er left man i'th' mire: This and my food are equal, there's no odds; Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the Gods.
Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf;
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's no meat like 'em. I could with my friend at fuch a feast.
Apem. Would all thefe flatterers were thine enemies then; that thou might'ft kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!
Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my Lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might exprefs fome part of our zeals, we should think our felves for ever perfect.
Tim. Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I fhall have as much help from you how had you been my friends elfe? why have you that 'character and title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to my felf, than you can with modesty fpeak 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 would most resemble sweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themfelves. Why, I have often wifht my felf 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 fo many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made s'a joy ere't can be born; mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest but to make them drink thee, Timon.
Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that inftant like a babe fprung up.
Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a baftard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my Lord, you mov'd me much. Apem. Much!
Tim. What means that trump? how now?
6 Thou weep'ft to make them drink, Timon.