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Trumpets found. Enter Timon, addressing himself
courteously to every suitor.
Tim. Noble Ventidius! well.
Mef. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransom ; And, being enfranchiz'd, bid him come to me; 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. Fare
well, Mes. All happiness to your Honour ! [Exit.
Enter an old Athenian.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature
Tim. Well : what further ?
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
And I have bred her at my deareft cost,
Tim. The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon. (4)
Tim. Does the love him?
Old Ath. She is young, and, apt:
Tim. Love you the maid ?
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be misling,
Tim. "How shall she be endowed,
Old Ath. Three talents on the present, in future all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long,
Old. Ath. Moft noble lord,
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 ow'd to you.t [Exeunt Luc. and old Ath.
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
(4) Therefore he will be, Timon.] The Thought is closely express’d, and obscure: but this seems the Meaning. “If the “ Man be honeft, my Lord, for that reason he will be fo in “ this; and not endeavour at the Injustice of gaining my Daughter without my. Concept.".
Tim. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon : Go not away:
What have you there, my friend?
Tim. Painting is welcome.
Pain. The Gods preserve ye!
Jew. What, my lord ? dispraise?
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
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.
Jew. We'll bear it with your lordship.
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, Aay for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honeft.
Tim. Why dost thou call them knayes, thou know'st them not?
Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes,
Apem. Then I repent not.
Apem. Thou know'st I do, I call’d thee by thy name.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the Painter : and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. Y'are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : what's she, if I be a dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. O, they eat lards ; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. Not so well as Plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Then thou lieft: look in thy laft work, where
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is wor. thy o'th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a lord !
Tim. What would't do then, Apemantus ?
Tim. What, thy self?
Apem. That I had so hungry a wit, to be a lord. (5) Art thou not a Merchant ?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Trumpets found. Enter a Messenger.
Mef. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse All of companionship.
-- Tim. Pray, entertain them, give them guide to us ; You must 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 ref. Most welcome, Sir! [Bowing and embracing.
Apem. So, fo! Aches contract, and starve, your supple joints! that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtesie! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
Alc. You have fav'd my longing, and I feed
(3) That I had no angry Wit to be a Lord.) This Reading is absurd, and unintelligible. But, as I have restor’d the Text, it is satirical enough of all Conscience, and to the purpose: viz., I would hate myself, for having no more Wit than to cover so insignificant a Title. In the same Sense Shakespeare uses lçar-witted, in his Richard 2d. And thou a lunatick, lean-witted, Fool, Mr. Warburton,