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SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House.
and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius,
comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontentedly.
To call my father's age unto long peace.
Tim. O, by no means,
Ven. A noble spirit.
Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first,
[They sit down.
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
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.
Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf ;
Amen, Amen; So fall to't :
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
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!
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.
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves?
each singling out an Amazon, and all dance, men with
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.
All La. Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt.
Flav. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet? there is no
(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