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Luc. Here, at your Lordship's fervice. 0. Atb. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature By night frequents my houfe. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift, And my eftate deserves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher.
Tim. Well: what further?
0. Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
Tim. The man is honeft.
0. Ath. Therefore he will obey Timon. His honefty rewards him in it felf, It must not bear my daughter.
Tim. Does the love him?
0. Atb. She is young, and apt: Our own precedent paffions do inftruct us, What levity's in youth.
Tim. Love you the maid? ;
Luc. Ay, my good Lord, and fhe accepts of it.
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
Tim. How fhall fhe be endowed,
If the be mated with an equal husband?
0. Atb Three talents on the prefent, in future all.
Q. Atb. Moft noble Lord,
Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may That ftate or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not own'd to you!
[Ex. Luc. and O. Ath. Poet. Vouchfafe my labour, and long live your Lordship! Tim. I thank you, you fhall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my friend? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do befeech Your Lordship to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome.
The painted is almoft the natural man :
Ev'n fuch as they give out. I like your work,
And you fhall find I like it: wait attendance "Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The Gods preferve ye!
Tim. Well fare you, gentleman; Give me your hand, We must needs dine together: Sir, your jewel Hath fuffer'd under praise.
Jew. What, my Lord? difpraife?
Tim. A meer fatiety of commendations.
Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated
As thofe which fell would give: but you well know,
Are by their masters priz'd; Believ't, dear 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. We'll bear it with your Lordship.
Mer. He'll fpare none.
Tim. Good-morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! Apem. 'Till I be gentle, ftay for thy good-morrow; When I am Timon's dog, and these knaves honeft.
Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves? thou know'ft Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Apem. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantur.
Apem, Thou know'ft I do, I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing fo much, as that I am not like Timon.
Apem. To knock out an honeft Athenian's brains.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it?
Apem. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. Y'are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: what's fhe, if I be a dog?
Tim, Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No, I eat not Lords.
Tim. If thou fhould'st, thou'dft anger Ladies.
Apem. O, they eat Lords, fo they come by great bellies, Tim. That's a lafcivious apprehenfion.
Apem. So thou apprehend'ft it. Take it for thy labour, Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not fo well as plain-dealing, which will not coft a man a doit.
Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking-How now, poet?
Apem. Thou lieft."
Poet. Art thou not one?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a Poet?
Apem. Then thou lieft: look in thy laft work, where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is fo.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord!
Tim. What would't do then, Apemantus?
Apem. Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thy felf?
Apem. That I had 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 ftarve your fupple joints! that there fhould be fmall love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtefie! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
Moft welcome, Sir!
Alc. You have even fav'd my longing, and I feed Moft hungerly on your fight.
Tim. Right welcome, Sir.
Ere we do part, we'll fhare a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus.
Apem. The more accurfed thou that still omitt'ft it.
Apem. Ay, to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice.
Lucul. Why, Apemantus?
Apem. Thou fhould't have kept one to thy felf, for L mean to give thee none.
Luc. Hang thy felf.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.
Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or -] I'll fpurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' afs.
Luc. He's oppofite to all humanity.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Luc. The nobleft mind he carries,
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! fhall we in?
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.
Tim. O, by no means,