To build his Fortune I will strain a little,
For 'tis a Bond in Men. Give him thy Daughter:

What you bestow, in him I'll Counterpoise,

And make him weigh with her.

O. Ath. Most noble Lord,

Pawn me to this your Honour, she is his,

Tim. My Hand to thee,

Mine Honour on my Promife.

Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship never may

That State or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you.

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 befeech

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: The Penfil'd Figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work,
And you shall find I like it: Wait Attendance
'Til you hear further from me.

Pain. The Gods preferve ye,

[Exit,

Tim. Well fare you Gentleman; Give me your Hand,

We must needs dine together: Sir, your Jewel
Hath fuffered under Praise.

Jew. What my Lord? dispraife?

Tem. A meer satiety of Commendations,

If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
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,

Arepriz'd fo by their Masters. Believ't, dear Lord,

You mend the Jewel by the wearing it.

Tim. Well mock'd.

Enter Apemantus.

Mer. No, my good Lord, he speaks the common Tongue,

Whichall Men speak with him.

Tim. Look who comes here, will you be chid?
Jew. We'll bear with your Lordship.

Mer. He'll spare none.

Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus.
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.

When thou art Timon's Dog, and these Knaves honeft.

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

Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

Tim. Yes.

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 Timon.

Tim. Whither art going?

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenians 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?

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. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.

Apem. O, they eat Lords,

So they come by great Bellies.

Tim. That's a lascivious apprehenfion.

Apem. So thou apprehend'st it.

Take it for thy Labour.

Tim. How dost thou like this Jewel, Apemantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not coft

a Man a Doit.

Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

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Apem.

Apem. Not worth my thinking.

How now, Poet?

Poet. How now, Philofopher?

Apem. Thou lieft.

Poet. Art not one?

Apem. Yes.

Poet. Then I lie not.

Apem. Art not a Poet?

Poet. Yes.

Apem. Then thou lieft :

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. Heavens, that I were a Lord!

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus?

Apem. E'vn as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my Heart.

Tim. What, thy self?

Apem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore ?

Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.

Art not thou 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.

Trumpet Sounds. Enter a Messenger.

Tim. What Trumpet's that?

Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and fome 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 am Joyful of your fights. Enter Alcibiades with the rest.

Most welcome Sir.

Apem. So, so, their Aches contract, and starve your fupple Joynts: That there should be small Love amongst these

sweet Knaves, and all this Courtefie. The strain of Man's

bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

Alc. You have sav'd my Longing, and I feed

Moft hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir.

E'er we depart, we'il share a bounteous time
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 still omit'st it.

Lucull. Thou art going to Lord Timon's Feast.

Apem. Ay, to see Meat fill Knaves, and Wine heat Fools.

Lucull. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Apem. Thou art a Fool to bid me farewel twice.

Lucull. 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.

Lucull. Away unpeaceable Dog,

Or I'll spurn thee hence.

Apem. I will fly, like a Dog, the heels o'th' Ass.

Luc. He's opposite to humanity.

Come, shall we in,

And taste Lord Timon's Bounty ? He outgoes
The very Heart of Kindness.

Lucull. He pours it out; Plutus, the God of Gold,
Is but his Steward: No meed but he repays
Seven-fold above it felf; no Gift to him,

But breeds the giver a return, exceedir.g

All use of Quittance.

Luc. The noblest mind he carries,

That ever govern'd Man.

Lucull. Long may he live in Fortunes: Shall we in?
Luc. I'll keep you Company.

[Exeunt.

Hautboys Hautboys Playing, Loud Musick. A great Banquet serv'd in; and then enter Lord Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and other Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Then comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontendedly like himself.

Ven. Most honoured Timon,

It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Father's age,

And call him to 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,

Honeft Ventidius: You mistake my Love,
I gave it freely ever, and there's none

Can truly say he gives, if he receives :

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, my Lords, Ceremony was but devis'd at first

To fet a Gloss on faint Deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, forry e'er 'tis shown:
But where there is true Friendship there needs none.
Pray, fit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,

Then my Fortunes to me.

[They fit down.

Luc. My Lord, we always have confeft it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confeft 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. Fye, th'art a Churle; ye have got a humour there Does not become a Man, 'tis much to blame: They say, my Lords, Ira furor brevis eft, But yond Man is ever Angry. Go, let him have a Table by him self : For he does neither affect Company, Nor is he fit for't indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.