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I call the gods to witness, I will choose
How shall she be endow'd,
Old Ath. Three talents on the present; in future, all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long:
Most noble lord,
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
[Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Painting is welcome.
The gods preserve you!
What, my lord! dispraise?
My lord, 'tis rated
Tim. Well mock'd.
Tim. Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
Enter APEMANTUS. Jew. We'll bear, with your lordship: Mer.
He'll spare none. Tim. Good-morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good-morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
[them not. Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus? Apem. Thou knowest I do; I call’d thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence. 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. You are a dog.
A pem. Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.—Art not thou a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Trumpet sounds. Enter a Servant.
Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
[Exeunt some Attendants.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his company. Most welcome, sir!
[They salute. Apem.
So, so, there!
Right welcome, sir!
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords. 1 Lord. What time o' day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest.
1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. 1 Lord. Hang thyself
. Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding : make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass. [Exit.
1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes The very heart of kindness.
2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. 1 Lord.
The noblest mind he carries That ever govern'd man.
2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in ? 1 Lord. I'll keep you company.
SCENE II.-ATHENS. Room of State in TIMON'S House. Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served
in; Flavius and others attending, then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
Ven. Most honour'd Timon,
O, by no means,
gave it freely ever; and there's none
Can truly say he gives if he receives :
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON.
[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess’d it! hang’d it, have you not? Tim. O, Apemantus !-you are welcome.
You shall not make me welcome.
Tim. Fie, thou art a churl; you have got a humour there
A pem. Let me stay at thine apparel, Timon: I come to observe; I give thee warning on’t.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian, therefore welcome: I myself would have no power; pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. — 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 madness 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 fort; the fellow that sits 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 prov’d. 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.