If I

Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous

notes:

Great men should drink with harness* on their

throats.

Tim. My lord, in heart+: and let the health go

round.

2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Apem. Flow this way! A brave fellow !-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Those healths will make thee, and thy state look ill. Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire : This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. 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 myself:
Grant I may ne'er 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;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't :

Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field

now.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends.

Alcib. So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine ene

* Armour.

With sincerity.

Foolish.

mies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

1 Lord. 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 ourselves for ever perfect *.

Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitable + title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself 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! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks to forget their faults, I drink to you.

:

Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me

much.

Apem. Much!

[Tucket sounded.

Tim. What means that trump?-How now?

* i. e. Arrived at the perfection of happiness.

+ Endearing.

Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous admiration.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid.

Cupid. 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 bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance:

Musick, make their welcome.

[Exit Cupid. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are

belov'd.

Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.

Apem. Hey day, 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 shows to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again,

With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's

not

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: It has been done
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The Lords rise from table with much adorning of Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.

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 unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for it.

1 Lady. 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 dispose yourselves.

All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.

Tim. Flavius,-—

Flav. My lord.

[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies.

Tim.
Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet!

The little casket bring me hither.

There is no crossing him in his humour;

[Aside.

Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should, When's all spent, he'd be cross'd* then, an he could. "Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;

That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind †.

[Exit, and returns with the casket.

1 Lord. Where be our men?
Serv.

2 Lord. Our horses.

Tim.

Here, my lord, in readiness.

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 it, and wear it, kind my lord.

Shakspeare plays on the word crossed: alluding to the piece of

silver money called a cross.

+ For his nobleness of soul.

1 Lord, I am so far already in your gifts,— All. So are we all.

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. 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 pr'ythee, let us be provided

To show them entertainment.

Flav.

I scarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

[Aside.

2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius,

Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly let the presents

Enter a third Servant.

Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news? 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be re

ceived,

Not without fair reward.

Flav. [Aside.]

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 show 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, he owes