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SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House.
Hautboys playing, loud musick. A great banquet serv'd in;

and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius,
and other Athenian senators, with Ventidius. Then

comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontentedly.
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;
I gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly say he gives, if he receives: 4
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 glofs on faint deecis, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'cis shown:
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, lit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than they to me.

[They sit down.
Luc. We always have confest it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confest 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 company,
Nor is he fit for't, indeed.

Apem.

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

Tim. I take no heed of thee; th'art an Athenian, therefore welcome; I my self would have no Power-proythee let my meat make thee filent.

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 to fee 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 for't ; the fellow that Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges The breath of him in a divided draught, Is th' readieft man to kill him. Thas been prov'd. Were I a Great man, I should fear, to drink, Lest 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 way!-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 finner, honest water, which ne'er left man i'th' mire : This and my food are equal, there's no odds ; Feasts 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 la fond
To trust man on his oath, or bond;
Or a barlot for her weeping ;
Or a dog, that seems a lieeping ;
Or a keeper with my freedom ;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.

Amen.

Amen, Amen; So fall to't :
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

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Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus !

Tim. Captain, Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. Alc. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

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

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

Apem. Would all these fatterers were thine enemies then ; that thou might’lt 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 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 my self, 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 felf 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 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 initant like a babe fprung up.

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

Sound Tucket.
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?

Serv. 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 best Senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and do come Freely to gratulate thy plenteous bosom : (rise, (7). Th’ Ear, Taste, Touch, Smell, pleas'd from thy Table These only now come but to feast thine eyes. (tance.

Tim. They're welcome all ; let 'em have kind admitLet mufick make their welcome.

Luc. You see, my lord, how amply you're belov’d.

Apem. Hoyday ! what a 'Tweep of vanity comes this They dance, they are mad women.

[way! Like madness is the glory of this life ; As this pomp shews to a little oyl and root. We make our felves fools, to disport our felves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spight and envy

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

They only now-] The incomparable Emendation, with which the Text is here fupply'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 entertain your Sight, in presenting a Masque.

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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 againft the setting fun.
The lords rise from table, with much adoring of Timon ;

each singling 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 : You've added worth unto't, and lively lustre, And entertain'd me with mine own device. I am to thank you for it.

Luc. My lord, you take us even at the best.

Apem. Faith, for the worst is filchy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you.
Please you to dispose your selves.

All La. Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt.
Tim. Flavius?
Flav. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hicher.

Flav. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet? there is no
crossing him in's humour,
Else I should tell him -well-i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross’d then if he could : (8)
'Tis pity, Bounty has not eyes behind

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(8) -he'd be crossd then if he could :] The Poet does not mean here, that he would be cross’d, or thwarted in Humour ; but that he would have his Hand cross’d, as we say, with Money, if he could. He is playing on the Word, and alluding to our old Silver-penny, used before K. Edward the ist his Time, which had a Cross on the Reverse with a Crease, that it might be more easily broke into Halves and Quarters, Half-pence and Farthings. From this Penny, and other subsequent Pieces that bore the like Impress, was our common Expression derivd, I have not á Cross about me ; i. e. not a Piece of Money. I thought, this Note might not

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