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Go not away:
What have you there, my friend!
Tim. Painting is welcome.
shall find, I like it : wait attendance
hear further from me.
Jew. What, my Lord ? difpraise?
Few. My Lord, 'tis rate
Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. No, my good Lord, he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here.
be chid ?
Apem. "Till I be gentle, stay for thy good-morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honeft.
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves, thou know’it
Apem. Thou know'ft I do, I call’d thee by thy name.
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. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not coit a man a doit.
Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth ?
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 so.
thee for thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is wor. thy o'th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord! Tim. What would't do then, Apemantus?
Apem. Ev’n as Apemantus, does now, hate a Lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had fo hungry a wit, to be a Lord.-(5)
Trumpets found. Enter a Messenger. Tim. What trumpet's that?
Mel. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse All of companion thip.
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'm joyful of your fights.
Enter Alcibiades with the rest. Most welcome, Sir!
[Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, fo! aches contract, and starve your supple joints! that there should be small love amongst these. sweet knaves, and all this courtesy! the strain of man's, bred out into baboon and monkey..
Alc. You have fav’d my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your fight.
Tim. Right welcome, Sir. E’re we do part, we'll share a bounteous time (6) In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt
(5) That I had no angry wit to be a Lord,] This reading is absurd, and unintelligible. But as I have restor’d the text, it is satirical enough of all conscience, and to the purpose: viz. I would haie myself, for having no more wit than to covet so insign'ficant a title. In the faire sense Shakespeare uses lean-witted, in his Richard 2d.
And thou a lunatick, lean-witted, fool. Mr. Wa birton. (6) E’re we depart,---] Tho' the editions concur in this reading, it is certainly faulty. Who d purt? Tho' Alcibiades way to leave Tim011, Timon was not to depart from his own house. Common sense favours my emendation, F 5
Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus. Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honeft. Luc. That time serves itill. Apem. The most accursed thou, that ftill omitt'st it. Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay, to see 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 should't have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.
Luc. Hang thyself.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
Luc. He's opposite to humanity:
Lucul. He pours it out.' Plutus, the god of gold,
Luc. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern’d man.
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! 'fhall we in ? Luc. I'll keep you company.
[Exeunt. SCENE, another Apartment in Timon's House. Hautboys playing, loud mufick. A great banquet ferv'd in;
and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius, and other Athenian senators, with Ventidius. Then comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontentedly.
Oft honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the gods
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
Tim. O, by no means,
Ven. A noble fpirit.
Tim. Nay, ceremony was but devis’d at first,
[They fit down.
Apem. No; you shall not make me welcome. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fie, th’art a churl; ye have got a humour there
Apem. Let me stay at thy peril, Timon; I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, there. fore welcome; I myself would have no power-pr’ythee let my meat inake thee filent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat, 'would' choak me : for I hould ne'er Aatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he fees 'em not? It grieves me to see So many dip their meat in one man's blood, And all the madness is, he cheers them up too.