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Enter ALCIBIADES with the rest. Moft welcome, Sir! [Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, fo! aches contract and starve your fupple joints! that there fhould be fmall love amongst these fweet knaves, and all this courtesy! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

Alc. You have faved my longing, and I feed Moft hungerly on your fight..

Tim. Right welcome, Sir."

Ere we do part, we'll fhare a bounteous time (6) In different pleafures. Pray you, let us in.

[Exeunt Manet APEMANTUS. Enter LUCIUS and LUCULLUS. Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honeft.

Luc. That time ferves ftill.

Apem. The more accurfed thou, that still omitt'ft it. Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast? Apem. Ay, to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat.

fools.

Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice. Lucul. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Thou fhouldest have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none...

Luc. Hang thy felf.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make.thy requefts to thy friend.

(6) Ere we depart,- -] Though the editors concur in this reading, it is certainly faulty. Who depart? Though Alcibiades was to leave Timon, Timon was not to depart from his own houfe. Common fenfe favours my emen, dation.

Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or--I'll fpurn thee hence.

Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' afs Luc. He's oppofite to humanity.

Come, fhall we in, and taste Lord Timon's bounty?
He, fure, outgoes the very heart of kindness.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus the god of gold
Is but his fteward: no meed but he repays
Seven-fold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All ufe of quittance.

Lus. The nobleft mind he carries
That ever governed man.

Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! fhall we in? Luc. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt

SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's Houfe. Hautboys playing loud mufic. A great Banquet fer.. ved in; and then enter TIMON, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS. Then comes dropping after all APEMANTUS discontentedly.

Ven. Moft honoured Timon, it hath pleafed the To call my father's age unto long peace: [gods He is gone happy, and has left me rich. Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound Το your free heart, I do return those talents, Doubled with thanks and fervice, from whofe help I derived liberty..

Tim. O, by no means,

Honeft Ventidius: you mistake my

love:.

I

gave it freely ever, and there's none Can truly fay he gives, if he receives:

four betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them. Faults that are rich, are fair.

Vin. A noble fpirit!

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devised at first
To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodnefs, forry ere 'tis fhown:
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, fit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than they to me.
[They fit down.

Luc. We always have confefs'd it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confefs'd it? hanged it, have you not?
Tim. O Apemantus, you are welcome.

Apem. No; you fhall not make ne welcome. I
come to have thee thrust me out of doors. [there
Tim. Fie, th' art a churl; ye have got a humour
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. Let me ftay 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 myself would have no power-pr'ythee let my meat make thee filent.

Apem. I fcorn thy meat, 'twould choak me: for I should never flatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he fees '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 thould invite them without knives;
Good for their meat, and fafer 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' readiest man to kill him. It has been proved.

Were I a great man, I fhould fear to drink,
Left they fhould fpy my windpipe's dangerous notes::
Great men fhould drink with harnefs 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; thofe healths will make thee. and thy ftate look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to be a finner, honeft water, which. ne'er left man in the mire :

This and my food are equal, there's no odds; Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

Apemantus's Grace.

Immortal Gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove fo fond
To truft man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot for her weeping:
Or a dog that seems a-fleeping;
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I fhould need 'em.
Amen, amen; fo fall to't;

Rich men fin, and I eat root.

Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field

now.

Alc. My heart is ever at your fervice, my Lord. Tim. You had rather been at a breakfast of ene mies, than a dinner of friends..

Ale. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's no meat like 'em. I could with my friend. at fuch a feaft.

Apem. Would all these flatterers were thine ene

mies then, that thou mightest kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!

Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my Lord, that you would once ufe our hearts, whereby we might exprefs fome part of our zeals, we should think ourfelves for ever perfect.

Tim. Oh, no doubt, my good friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I fhall have as much help from you: how had you been my friends elfe? why have you that charitable title from thoufands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myfelf, 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 inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have often wifhed myself 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 fo 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 weepest to make them drink, Timon. Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that inftant like a babe sprung up.

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a baftard.

3 Lord. I promise you, my Lord, you moved me much.

Apem. Much!

[Sound Tucket. Tim. What means that trump? how now?

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