Imatges de pÓgina

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.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never 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 '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

Apem. Much!

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.

Enter CUPID.
Cup. 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, pleas’d from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

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;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring 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

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto't and lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for’t.

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 Ladies. Most thankfully, my lord.

[Ěxeunt CUPID and Ladies.
Tim. Flavius,
Flav. My lord?

The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord.—[Aside.] More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in his humour,
Else I should tell him,-well, i' faith, I should,
When all's 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. 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.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.

I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

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,
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
For every word: he is so kind that he now
Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office
Before I were forc'd out!
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.

Exit. Tim.

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
Good words the other day of a bay courser
I rode on: it is yours because you lik'd it.

3 Lord. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know no man
Can justly praise but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
AU Lords.

0, none so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends
And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Ay, defil'd land, my lord.
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,

And so

Am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,
Tim. All to you.—Lights, more lights!
1 Lord.

The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon!
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, dec. A pem.

What a coil's here!
Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship’s full of dregs :
Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

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!


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