these sweet knaves, and all this courtesy! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

Alc. You have fav'd my longing, and I feed Moft hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir.

Ere we do part, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus. HAT time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest.

Luc.

WHA

Luc. That time ferves ftill.

Apem. The most accursed thou, that ftill omitt'ft it. Lucul. Thou art going to lord Timon's feaft.

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 fhould'st 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 requests to thy friend.

Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or—I'll spurn 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 Steward: no meed but he repays Seven-fold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a Return exceeding All ufe of quittance.

Luc.

Luc. The nobleft mind he carries,

That ever govern'd man.

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

SCENE V.

Another Apartment in Timon's House

[Exeunt.

Hautboys playing, loud mufic. A great banquet ferv'd in; and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian fenators, with Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly.

Ven. MOST Gods

OST honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the

To call my father's age unto long peace.
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 service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty,

Tim. O, by no means,

Honeft Ventidius: you miftake my love;
I gave it freely ever, and there's none.
Can truly fay he gives, if he receives :

* If our Betters play at that game, we must not.
Apem. Dare to imitate them: Faults that are rich,
are fair.

Ven. A noble fpirit.

Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis'd at first, To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcòmes,

* If our Betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them. Faults that are rich are fair.] Thefe two Lines are abfurdly given to Timon. They fhould be read thus, Tim. If our betters Play at that Game, we must not. Apem Dare to imitate them: Faults that are Rich are Fair. This is faid fatirically and in Chara&er.

G 3

Warburton.

Recanting

Recanting goodness, 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.

Luc. We always have confeft it.

[They fit down.

Apem. Ho, ho, confeft it? hang'd it, have you not? Tim. O, Apemantus! you are welcome.

Apem. No; you fhall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thruft me out of doors.

Tim. Fie, th' art a churl; ye have got a humour there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :
They fay, 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 flay 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 powerpr'ythee, let my meat make thee filent.

Apem. I fcorn thy meat; 'twould choak me, 'fore I fhould e'er 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 fhould 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

I fcorn thy meat, 'twould choak me: for I should ne'er flatter thee.] A very prety Reason why his meat would choak him, because he fhould never flatter him. We should read and point this nonfenfe thus,

I fcorn thy meat: 'twould choak me 'fore
Ifhould e'er flatter thee.

Warburton.

The

The breath of him in a divided draught,

Is th' readiest man to kill him. 'Thas been prov'd. Were I a Great man, I should fear to drink,

Left they should spy my wind-pipe's dangerous notes: Great men fhould drink with harness 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 i'th' mire:

This and my fool 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 feems a fleeping;
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I fhould need 'em.
Amen, Amen; So 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 break faft of enemies, than a dinner of friends.

Alc. 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 flatters were thine enemies then; that thou might'ft kill 'em, and bid me to 'em!

Luc. Might we but have the happiness, my lord, that you would once use 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 moft refemble sweet Inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themfelves. Why, I have often wifht 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 a joy ere't can be born; mine eyes cannot hold water,methinks: to forget their faults, I.drink to you. Apem. Thou weep'ft but to make them drink thee, Timon.

Lucul. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that inftant like a babe fprung up.

Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a baftard. 3 Lord. I promife you, my lord, you mov'd me much.

Apem. Much!

Sound Tucket:

Tim. What means that trump? how now?

Enter Servant.

Ser. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies moft defirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? what are their wills?

Ser.