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To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
Ven. A noble spirit.

[They all stand ceremoniously looking on

TIMON.
Tim.

Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ;
But where there true friendship, there needs
Pray, sit ; more welcome are ye to

my

fortunes, Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you

not?
Tim. 0, Apemantus !- you are welcome.

. Арет.

No,
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a

humour there
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est,
But yond' man's ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself ;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe ; I give thee warning on't.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for

I should Ne'er flatter thee. - you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat

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4 Anger is a short madness.

In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
He cheers them up too.S
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 the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd.
If I
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous

notes : Great men should drink with harness

on their thrpats. Tim. My lord, in heart?; and let the health go

round. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Арет.

Flow this way! A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look

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ill.

Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire:
This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds,
Feasts 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:

$ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chace. 6. Armour.

7 With sincerity,

field now.

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Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping ;
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ;
Or a keeper with my freedom ;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fail to't :
* Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus !

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, then a dinner of friends.

Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish

my best friend at such a feast.

Apem. "Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em:

1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.

Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had

you
been

my

friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; and would most re

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8 Foolish,

semble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished 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 so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink

to you.

Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon, 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me

much. Apem. Mucho!

[Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump?

How now?

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies ? what are their wills?

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea

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sures.

Tim. I

pray, let them be admitted.

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Enter CUPID. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy 'Timon; - and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise ; They only now come but to feast thine eyes.

Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous admiration.

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Tim, They are welcome all ; let them have kind

admittance: Musick, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are

belov’d.

Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies

as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes

this way!

They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries,
Who lives, that's not
Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
Not one spurn to their graves of their friends'

gift?

I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of

Timon; and to show their loves, each singles out
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,

fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind ;
You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank

you

for it. 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best.

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