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Apem. Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides well.—Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon. 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.
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 'em; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
A pem. Would all those flatterers were thine enemies, 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 you have that charitable title from thousands, did not you 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 ne'er have need of 'em ? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for 'em; and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have of ten 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 con
fort '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.
[Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump?
Enter a Servant,
How now! 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. T'im. I pray, let them be admitted.
Tim. They are welcome all; let'em have kind admittance. Music, make their welcome!
[Exit CUPID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you're belov’d. Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a mask of Ladies as Amazons,
with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing. Apem. Hoy-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: 't has been done;
and, to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and
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:
[Ěxeunt CUPID and Ladies.
The little casket bring me hither.
[Exit, and returns with the casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men? Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses ! Tim.
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.
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,AU. so are we all.
Enter a Servant.
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
I beseech your honour,
Tim. Near; why, then, another time I'll hear thee: I prythee, let's be provided to show 'em entertainment. Flav. I scarce know how.
[Aside. Enter a second Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
T'im. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents Be worthily entertained.
Enter a third Servant.
How now! what news? 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
T'im. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,
Flav. [aside.] What will this come to?
You do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits: Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it. 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty!
Tim. And now I remember, my lord, you gave
3 Lord. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know no man
0, none so welcome.
Ay, defil'd land, my lord.
Am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,
The best of happiness,
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, dec. A pem.
What a coil's here!
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen I would be good to thee.
Ăpem. No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee; and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories?
Tim. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music.
[Exit. Apem. So ;-thou'lt not hear me now,--thou shalt not then, I'll lock thy heaven from thee. 0, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!