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Enter Lucilius. Luc, Here, at your Lordship's service. 0. Aib. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin’d to thrift, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim. Well : what further ?

0. Ab. One only daughter have I, no kin elle,
On whom I may confer what I have got :
The maid is fair, o'th' youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love : I pray thee, noble Lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort ;
My self bave spoke in vain.

Tim. The man is honest.

0. Ab. Therefore be will obey Timon, His honesty rewards him in it self, It muft not bear my daughter.

Tim. Does the love him ?

0. Ab. She is young, and apt :
Our own precedent passions do instruct us,
What levity's in youth.

Tim. Love you the maid ?
Luc. Ay, my good Lord, and she accepts of it.

0. Atb. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the Gods to witness, I will chure
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.

Tim. How shall she be endowed,
If the be mated with an equal husband ?

0. Ab. Three talents on the present, in future all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ;
To build his fortune I will strain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
What you dcftow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.

0. Alb. Most noble Lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

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Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.

Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not own’d to you ! [Ex. Luc, and O. Ath.

Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Lordship!

Tim. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon ; Go not away. What have you there, my friend ?

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your Lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome.
The painted is almost the natural man :
For fince dishonour trafficks with man's nature
He is but out-lide : pencil'd figures are
Ev’n such as they give out. I like your work,
And
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Thall find I like it: wait attendance 'Till you hear further from me.

Pain. The Gods preserve ye!

Tim. Well fare you, gentleman ; Give me your hand,
We must needs dine togecher : Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my Lord ? dispraise ?

Tim. A meer satiety of commendations,
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extolled,
It would undo me quite.

Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would give : but you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are by their masters priz'd ; Believ't, dear Lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

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.

SCENE III. Enter Apemantus. .
Will you be chid ?

Jew. We'll bear it with your Lordship.
Mer. He'll spare none.
Tim. Good-morrow to thee, gentle Åpemattus !
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy good-morrow ; ;
When I am Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

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Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves ? thou know'ft Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

(them not. Tim. Yes. Apen. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Apem. Thou know'st I do, I callid thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timor. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Arbenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Imm. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? Apem, The better, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it?

Apen. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet be's but a filthy piece of work.

Pain. Y'are a dog.
Apam. Thy mother's of my generation : what's the, if
I be a dog?

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. No, I eat not Lords.
Tim. If thou should'st, thou’dst anger Ladies.
Apem. O, they eat Lords, so they come by great bellies,
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend’At it. Take it for thy labour,
Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?

Apem. Not worth my thinking --How now, poet ?
Poet. How now, philosopher ?
Apem. Thou lieft.
Poet. Art thou not one?
Apem, Yes.
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a Poet?
Poet. Yes,

Apem. Then thou lieft : look in thy last work, where thou haft feign’d him a worthy fellow,

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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'th'
flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord!

Tim. What would'At do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with
Tim. What, thy self?

Apem, Ay.
Tim. Wherefore ?

Apem. That I had so hungry a wit to be a Lord.
Art thou not a merchant ?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not !
Mer. If traffick do it, the Gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy God, and so thy God confound thee)

Trumpets found. Enter a Melenger.
Tim. What trumpet's that ?
Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
All of companionship.

Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us;
You muft 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 refi.
Most welcome, Sir !

[Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, lo! Aches contract, and starve your supple joints! chat there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtelie ! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

Alc. You have even sav'd my longing, and I feed
Moft hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir,
Ere we do pare, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

[Exeunt.
$ CEN E IV.
Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus,
Luc. What time a day is'i, Apemantus.
Apem. Time to be honest.
Luc. Ay, that time serves ftill.

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Apem. The more accursed thou that ftill omitt'ft it.
Lucul, Thou art going to Lord Timon's feaft.
Apem, Ay, to see 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 should'At have kept one to thy self, for I mean to give thee none. •

Luc. Hang thy self.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
requests to thy friend.
Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.
Apem. I will ily, like a dog, the heels o' th’ass.

[Exit Ареш.
Luc. He's opposite to all humanity.
Come, shall we in, and taste Lord Timon's bounty ?
He fure outgoes the very heart of kindness.

Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Is but his stew'rd: no meed but he repays
Seven-fold above it self; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.

Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
That ever govern'd man.'

Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes ! shall we in ?
Luc. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt. SCEN E V.

Another Room in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing, loud Mufick. A great Banquet feru'd in;

and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and
otber Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Tben comes,
dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly.

Ven. Mort honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods
To call my father's age untu long peace.
He is gone happy, and bas left me ich.
Then as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.
Tim. O, by no means,
VOL. VII.

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