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Tim. Well : what further ?
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin elfe,
Tim. The man is honeft.
Old Aib. Therefore he will be, Timon. (4)
Tim. Does she love him?
Tim. Love you the maid?
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endowed,
Old Ath. Three talents on the present, in future all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;
Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.
(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.”
That state, or fortune, fall into my keeping,
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
Tim. Painting is welcome.
I like your Work;
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.
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
Tim. Well mock’d.
Jeu. We'll bear it with your lordship.
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
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 ?
. 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. 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 ?
Tim. What, thy self?
Apem. That I had so hungry a wit, to be a lord. (5)
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Trumpets found. Enter a messenger.
Mef. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse
Tim. Pray, entertain them, give them guide to us ;
Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
[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.
Mr. Warburton, P4
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.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes ! shall we in?
(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.