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Most hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir. E're we do part, we'll share a bounteous time (6) In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt.

Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus. Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest. Luc. That time serves ftill. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still 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't 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 Ay, like a dog, the heels o'th' ass.

Luc. He's opposite to humanity.
Come, shall we in, and taste lord Timon's bounty ?
He, sure, outgoes the


heart of kindness.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Is but his Steward: 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 nobleft mind he carries,
That ever govern'd man.

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


(6) E're we depart,----) Tho' the Editions concur in this Reading, it is certainly faulty. Who depart? Tho' Alcibiades was to leave Timon, Timon was not to depart from his own House. Common Sense favours my Emendation.


SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House.

Hautboys playing, loud mufick. A great banquet feru'd

in; and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian senators, with Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus dif:

contentedly. Ven. OST honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods

To call my father's age unto long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
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,
Honest Ventidius : you mistake my love ;

gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly say he gives, if he receives :
If our Betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them. Faults that are rich, are fair,

Ven. A noble spirit.

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first,
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown :
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, St; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than they to me.

[They fit down. Luc. We always have confest it.

Apem. Ho, ho, confeft it? hang’d it, have you not ! Tim. O, Apemantus! you are welcome.

Apem. No; you shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

Tim. Fie, th’art a churle ; ye have got a humour there Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: They say, my lords, that Ira furor brevis eft, But yonder man is ever angry.. Go, let him have a table by himself : For he does neither affect companys VOL. VI.

Nor to see

Nor is he fit for't, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thy peril, Timon ; I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, there. fore welcome; I my self would have no power pr'ythee, let my meat make thee silent.

Apem. I scorn thy meat, 'twould choak me: for I should ne'er flatter thee. O

you gods! what a number
of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not? It grieves me
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, and pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is th’ readiest man to kill him. 'T has been prov'd.
Were I a Great man, I should fear to drink,
Left they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes :
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
Lucul. Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Apem. Flow this


!- - a brave fellow! he keeps his tides well; those healths will make thee and thy ftate look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i'th' mire : This and my food are equal, there's no odds ; Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the Gods.

Apemantus's grace.
Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but my self ;
Grant, I may never prove jo fond
To truft man on bis 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, Amen; So fall to't:

Rich men fin, and I eat root.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Tim. Captain, Alcibiades, your heart's in the field



Tim. You had rather been at a breakfalt of enemies, than a dinner of friends.

Alc. So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em. I could with my friend at such a feast.

Apem. Would all these flatterers were thine enemies then ; that thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!

Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think our selves for ever perfect.

Tim. "Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I shall have as much help from you : how had


been my friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart ? I have told more of you to my felf, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you. Oh you Gods, (think I,) what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of 'em ? they would most resemble sweet Instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wifht my self 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 ? 0, what a precious comfort ’tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ! O joy, e'en made away ere't can be born ; mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks : to forget their faults, I drink to you.

Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.

Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that instant like a babe sprung up.


F 2

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me

much. Apem. Much!

Sound Tucker.

Tim. What means that trump? how now ?

Enter fervant. Ser. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills ?

Seru. There comes with them a fore-runner, my lord, which bears that office to fignifie their pleasures.

Tim. I pray, let them be admitted.
Enter Cupid with a Masque of Ladies, as Amazons,

Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! the five beft Senses
Acknowledge thee their patron ; and do come
Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bofom :
Th Ear, Taste, Touch, Smell, pleas'd from thy Table

rise, (7) These only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They're welcome all ; let 'em have kind ada

mittance. Let mufick make their welcome.


(7) There tafte, touch, all, pleas'd from thy Table rise:

They only now - -] The incomparable Emendation, with which the Text is here supply'd, I owe to my ingenious Friend Mr. Warburton. The five Senses, as he observes, are talk'd of by cupid, but only three of them made out ; and those in a very heavy, unintelligible Manner. But now you have them all, and the Poet's Sense, compleat, viz. The five Senses, Timon, acknowledge thee their Patron; Four of them, the Hearing, the Touch, the Tafte, and Smell, are all regaled at your Board; and these Ladies come with me to catenaia our Sight, in presenting a Masque.


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