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Trumpets found. Enter Timon, addressing himself

courteously to every suitor.
Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? [To a Messenger
Mes. Ay, my good lord ; five talents is his debt,
His means moft short, his creditors most straight:
Your honourable letter he desires
To those have shut him up, which failing to him
Periods his comfort.

Tim. Noble Ventidius! well.
I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he most needs me. I do know him
A gentleman that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have, I'll pay the debt, and free him.

Mef. Your lordship ever binds him.

Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransom ; And, being enfranchiz'd, bid him come to me; 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. Fare


well, Mes. All happiness to your Honour ! [Exit.

Enter an old Athenian.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim. Freely, good father.
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.
Tim. I have fo: what of him ?
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Tim. Attends he here or no? Lucilius !

Enter Lucilius.
Luc. Here, at your lordship’s service.

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserves an heir more rais’d,
Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim. Well : what further ?

Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
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 honest.

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

Tim. Does the love him?

Old Ath. She is young, and, apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us,,
What levity's in youth.

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

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be misling,
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 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
What you bestow, in hím I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.

Old. Ath. Moft 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 That state, or fortune, fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you.t [Exeunt Luc. and old Ath.

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

(4) Therefore he will be, Timon.] The Thought is closely express’d, and obscure: but this seems the Meaning. “If the “ Man be honeft, my Lord, for that reason he will be fo in “ this; and not endeavour at the Injustice of gaining my Daughter without my. Concept.".

M5, Warburton.

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 fince dishonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but out-fide : pencil'd figures are
Ev'n such as they give out. 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 commendations :
If I should pay you for’t as 'tis extolld,
It would unclew me quite.

Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
As those, which fell, would give: but you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are by their masters priz'd; Believ'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 ?

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

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

Tim. Why dost thou call them knayes, thou know'st them not?

Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes,


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Apem. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Apem. Thou know'st 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

Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
Tim. That's a deed thoul't 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?

Apem. 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'dft anger ladies.

Apem. O, they eat lards ; so they come by great bellies.

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So, thou apprehend'f it. Take it for thy labour.
Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?

Apem. Not so well as Plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.

Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking --How now, Poet?
Poet. How now, Philosopher ?
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 lieft: look in thy laft work, where
thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.


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

Tim. What would't do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with

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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 fights.

Enter Alcibiades with the ref. Most welcome, Sir! [Bowing and embracing.

Apem. So, fo! 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 fav'd my longing, and I feed

(3) 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 satirical enough of all Conscience, and to the purpose: viz., I would hate myself, for having no more Wit than to cover so insignificant a Title. In the same Sense Shakespeare uses lçar-witted, in his Richard 2d. And thou a lunatick, lean-witted, Fool, Mr. Warburton,


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