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Tim. Well : what further ?

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin elfe,
On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o'th' youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my deareft cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love : I pray thee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort ;
My self have spoke in vain.

Tim. The man is honeft.

Old Aib. Therefore he will be, Timon. (4)
His honesty rewards him in it felf,
It must not bear my daughter.

Tim. Does she love him?
Old Ath. She is



Our own precedent passions do instruct us,
What levity's in youth.

Tim. Love you the maid?
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the Gods to witness, I will chuse
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.

Tim. How shall she be endowed,
If she be mated with an equal husband?

Old Ath. Three talents on the present, in future all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;
To build his fortune I will strain a little,
For 'cis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.

Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may

(4) Therefore he will be, Timon.] The Thought is closely express'd, and obscure : but this seems the Meaning,

« If the Man be honest, my Lord, for that Reason he will be fo in this; and not endeavour " at the Injustice of gaining my Daughter without my Consent.”

Mr. Warburton.

That state, or fortune, fall into my keeping,
Which is not ow'd to you. (Exeunt Luc, and old Athenian,

Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

Tim. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

Pain. A piece of Painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almost the natural man:
For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but out-side: pencil'd figures are
Ev'n such as they give out. I like

I like your Work;
And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance
'Till you hear further from me.

Pain. The Gods preserve ye !

Tim. Well fare you, gentleman ; Give me your hand, We must needs dine together : Sir, your Jewel Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my lord? dispraise?

Tim. A meer satiety of commendatians.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extolld,
It would unclew me quite.

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
As those, which sell, would give: but you

well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are by their masters priz'd; Believe't, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

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.

Enter Apemantus.
Will you be chid?

Jeu. We'll bear it with your lordship.
Mer. He'll spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

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Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves, thou know'st Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

[them not? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Few. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. Thou know'lt I do, I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon, Tim. Whither art going?

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou’lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How lik'st thou this Picture, Apemantus ? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?

Apém. 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. No, I eat not lords.
Tim. If thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies.
Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So, thou apprehendit it

. Take it for thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as Plain-dealing, which will not cost

a man a doir.

Im. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking How now, Poet?
Poet. How now, Philofopher?
Apem. Thou lieft.
Poet. Art thou not one!
Apem. Yes.
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem, Art not a poet?
Poet. Yes.

Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow,


Poet. That's not feign'd, he is fo.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o'th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a lord !

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with

my heart.

Tim. What, thy self?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had so hungry a wit, to be a lord. (5)
Art thou not a Merchant ?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not!
Mer. If Traffick do it, the Gods do it.
Apem. Traffick’s thy God, and thy God confound thee !

Trumpets found. Enter a messenger.
Tim. What trumpet's that?

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 sights.

Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
Most welcome, Sir!

[Bowing and embracing: Apem. So, so! 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 sav'd my longing, and I feed

(5) 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 satyrical enough of all Conscience, and to the Purpose: viz. I would hate myself, for having no more Wit than to covet so insignificant a Title. In the same Sense Shakespeare uses lean-witted, in his Richard 2d. And thou a lunatick, lean-witted, Fol.

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Most hungerly on your sight.

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 still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that ftill omittft it. Lucul. Thou art going to lord Timon's feat. 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. Lucut. Why, Apemantus ?.

Apem. Thou should'st 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 ny, like a dog, the heels o'th' afs.

Luc. He's opposite to humanity.
Come, shall we in, and taste lord Timon's bounty?
He, sure, outgoes the very 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 noblest 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 bis own House. Common Sense favours my Emendation.


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