SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house. Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter LORD TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age, 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, Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love: I 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 Tim. Nay, my lords, 10 [They all stand ceremoniously looking on Timon. Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Than my fortunes to me. [They sit. 20 First Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not? Tim. O, Apemantus, you are welcome. Арет. You shall not make me welcome: No; I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Tim. Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame. They say, my lords, "ira furor brevis est;" but yond man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is he fit for't, indeed. 31 Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian, therefore welcome: I myself would have no power; prithee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke 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 to see 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; There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: 51 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. Apemantus' grace. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; 60 Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall to 't: 70 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. 79 Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast. Apem. Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em! First 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. 90 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 have you 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 often 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 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 out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. Sec. 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. Third Lord. I promise you, my lord, you moved me much. Apem. Much! Tim. What means that trump? [Tucket, within. 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. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. Enter CUPID. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all 130 Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admit tance: Music, make their welcome! [Exit Cupid. First Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved. 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 With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves I should fear those that dance before me now 140 150 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 ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful and kind; First 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: 160 Please you to dispose yourselves. All Ladies. Most thankfully, my lord. Tim. Flavius! Flav. My lord? [Exeunt Cupid and Ladies. Flav. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet! Tim. The little casket bring me hither. [Aside. There is no crossing him in's humour; Else I should tell him,-well, i' faith, I should, When all's spent, he'ld be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. First Lord. Where be our men? [Exit. 171 Sec. Lord. Our horses! Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket. 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. First Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,— Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate 180 Newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome. Flav. I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. Enter a second Servant. Sec. 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. Tim. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents Be worthily entertain❜d. Enter a third Servant. How now! what news? 190 Third 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. Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart his, 200 |