« AnkstesnisTęsti »
Honeft Ventidius: you mistake my love,
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at firft,
Luc. We always have confeft it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confelt it? hang'd it, have you not? Tim. O, Apemantus! you are welcome.
Apem. No you shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thruft me out of doors.
[They fit down.
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. 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, pr'ythee 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, And all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare truft themselves with men : Methinks they fhould invite them without knives, Good for their meat, and fafer for their lives. There's much example for't, the fellow that Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges The breath of him in a divided draught,
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, honeft 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. Apemantus's Grace. Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but my felf; Grant I may never prove fo fond, To truft man on bis oath or bond; Or a barlot for her weeping, Or a dog that feems a fleeping, Or a keeper with my freedom, Or my friends if I should need 'em. Amen, Amen: So fall to't: Rich men fin, and I eat root.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. Alc. My heart is ever at your fervice, 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 with my friend at fuch a feast.
Apem. Would all thefe flatterers were thine enemies then; that thou might'st 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 fhould 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 B 2 chiefly
chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to my felf, than you can with modefty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you; oh you Gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we fhould never have need of 'em? they would moft resemble sweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. 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 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.
Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a baftard.
Tim. What means that trump? how now?
Ser. Please you, my Lord, there are certain Ladies most defirous of admittance.
Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?
Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner, my Lord,
Enter Cupid with a Mafk of Ladies.
Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance.
Luc. You fee, my Lord, how amply you're belov'd.
Apem. Hoyday! why, what a fweep of vanity
As this pomp thews to a little oyl and root.
With poisonous fpite and envy. Who lives, that's not
The Lords rife from table, with much adoring of Timon, each fingles out a Lady, and all dance, men with women, a lofty ftrain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures very much grace, fair Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half fo beautiful and kind: You've added worth unto'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.
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you. Please you to difpofe your felves.
All La. Moft thankfully, my Lord.
Tim. Flavius !
Flav. My Lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there is no
troffing him in's humour,
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
Luc. Where be our men?
Ser. Here, my Lord, in readiness,
Tim. O my good friends!
I have one word to fay to you: look, my Lord,
Luc. I am fo far already in your gifts.
All. So are we all.
[Exe. Lucius and Lucullus.
VII. Enter a Servant.
Ser. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to vifit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome. Re-enter Flavius.
Flav. I befeech your Honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Me near? why then another time I'll hear thee. I pr'ythee let's be provided to thew them entertainment. Flav. I fcarce know how.
Enter another Servant.
2 Ser. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath prefented to you four milk-white horses trapt in filver.
Tim. I fhall accept them fairly: let the prefents Be worthily entertain'd.
Enter a third Servant.
How now? what news?
3 Ser. Please you, my Lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has fent your Honour two brace of grey-hounds.
Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward.
Flav. What will this come to?
Here he commands us to provide, and give