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2. I thank
... Well fa
hand; stat needs
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
The man is honest.
Does she love him ?
How shall she be endow'd, itdunclen
Most noble lord,
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[Ereunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian.
. We wi
Go not away:
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your
Painting is welcome.
hear further from me.
The gods preserve you. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your
of it. ent be
We must needs dine together. — Sir, your jewel
What, my lord ? dispraise ?
My lord, 'tis rated
Well mock d.
Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid ?
He'll spare none. . Ruin.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
know'st them not.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ?
Apem. Not so well as plain dealing !, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking. - How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philosopher ?
Alluding to the proverb : Plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord !
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant ?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
not! Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound
Enter a Servant.
Tim. What trumpet's that?
'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to
[Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :
- Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you ; and when dinner's done, Show me this piece. - I am joyful of your sights.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Most welcome, sir !
[They salute. Apem.
So, so: there!
That there should be small love ʼmongst these sweet
knaves, And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey.
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed Most hungrily on your sight. Tim.
Right welcome, sir : Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two Lords.
1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st
it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lor
Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine
heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus ?
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
1 Lord. Hang thyself.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding ; make thy requests to thy friend.
2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly like a dog, the heels of the
[Exit. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall
we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness. 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of