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sweet Knaves, and all this Courtefie. The strain of Man's bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

Alc. You have fav’d my Longing, and I feed Molt hungerly on your light.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir.
E’er we depart, we'il share a bounteous time
In different Pleasures. Pray you let us in. [Exeunt.

Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus.
Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ?
Apem. Time to be honest.
Luc. That time ferves ftill.
Apem. The most accursed thou that still omit'st it.
Lucull

. Thou art going to Lord Timon's Feast.
Apem. Ay, to see Meat fill Knaves, and Wine heat Fools.
Lucull. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Apem. Thou art a Fool to bid me farewel twice.
Lucull. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Thou should'st have kept one to thy self, for I mean to give thee none.

Luc. Harg thy felf.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding :
Make thy Requests to thy Friend.

Lucull. Away unpeaceable Dog,
Or I'll {purn thee hence.

Apem. I will Ay, like a Dog, the heels o'th'Ass.
Luc. He's opposite to humanity.
Come, shall we in,
And taste Lord Timon's Bounty ? He outgoes
The very Heart of Kindness.
Lucull

. He pours it out; Plutus, the God of Gold,
Is but his Steward: No meed but he repays
Seven-fold above it self ; no Gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return, exceedir.g
All use of Quittance.

Lac. The noblest mind he carries,
That ever govern'd Man.

Lucull. Long may he live in Fortunes: Shall we in?
Luc. I'll keep you Company.

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and then enter Lord Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempro-
nius and other Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Then
comes dropping after all, Apemantus discontendedly like
himself.

Ven. Most honoured Timon,
It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Father's age,
And call bim to long Peace :
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
Then as in grateful Virtue I am bound
To your free Heart, I do return those Talents,
Doubled with Thanks and Service, from whole help
I deriv'd Liberty.

Tim. O by no means,
Honest Ventidius : You mistake my Love,
I gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly say he gives, if he receives :
If our Betters play at that Game, we must not dare
To imitate them. Faults that are rich are fair.

Ver. A Noble Spirit.

Tim. Nay, my Lords, Ceremony was but devis'd at first
To set a Gloss on faint Deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry e'er 'tis showo:
But where there is true Friendship there needs none.
Pray, fit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,
Then my Fortunes to me.

[They sit down.
Luc. My Lord, we always have confest it.
Apem. Ho, ho, confest it ? Hang'd it ? Have you not?
Tim. O Apemantus, you are welcome.

Apem. No: You shall not make me welcome.
I come to have thee thrust me out of Doors.

Tim. Fye, th’art a Churle; ye have got a humour there
Does not become a Man, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my Lords, Ira furor brevis eft,
But yond Man is ever Angry.
Go, let him have a Table by him self :
For he does neither affe& Company,
Nor is he fit for't indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon:
I come to observe, I give thee warning on't.

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Tim. I take no heed of thee; th’art an Athenian, therefore welcome : I my self would have no Power----prethee let my Meat make thee filent.

Apem. I scorn thy Meat, 'uwould choak me: For I should ne'er flatter thee. Oh you Gods ! What a number of Men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not? It grieves me to see fo 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 should invite them without Knives, Good for their Meat, and safer for their Lives. There's much Example for't, the Fellow that fits next him now, Parts Bread with him, pledges the Breath of him in a divided Draught, is the readiest Man to kill him. 'T has been proved. If I were a huge Man, I should fear to drink at Meals, left they thould spy my Wind-pipes dangerous Notes : Great Men should drink with harness on their Throats.

Tim. My Lord in Heart; and let the Health go round.
Lucah Let it flow this way, my good Lord.
Apem. Flow this way!..A brave Fellow! he keeps his
Tides well; those Healths will make thee and thy State
look ill; Timon
Here's that which is too weak to be a Sinner,
Honest Water, which ne'er left Man i'th' Mire :
This and my Food are equal, there's no odds 3
Feasts are too Proud to give Thanks to the Godso

Apemantus's Grace.
Immortal Gods, I crave no Pelf;
I pray for no Man but my self;
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

Frichds if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:

Rich Men Sin, and I cat Root.
Much good dich thy good Heart, Apemantus.

Tim. Captain,
Alcibiades, your Heart's in the Field now.
VOL. V.

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Alc. My Heart is ever at your Service, my Lord.

Tim. You had rather be at a Breakfast of Enemies, than a Dinner of Friends.

Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's 'no Meat like 'em, I could wish my Friend at such a Feaft.

Apem. Would all these Flatterers were thine Enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em. ;

Luc. 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 our selves for ever Perfe&.

Tim. Oh no doubts, my good Friends, but the Gods themselves have provided that I shall have as much help from you: How had you been my Friends else? Why have you that charitable Title from thousands? Did not you chiefly belong to my Heart? I have told more of you to my felf, than you can with Modefty 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 were the most needless Creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them : And would most resemble sweet Inftruments hung up in Cafes, that keep their Sounds to themselves. Why I have often wifht my self 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! Oh Joy, e'en made away e'er't can be born; mine Eyes cannot hold Water, methinks: To forget their Faults, I drink to you.

Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.

Lucull. Joy had the like Conception in our Eyes, And at that instant like a Babe (prung up

Apem. Ho, hom I laugh to think that Babe a Bastard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my Lord, you mov'd me much.

Apem. Much.

Sound Tucker.
Tim. What means that Trump? How now?

Enter Servant. ,
Ser. Please you, my Lord, there are certain Ladies
Most de Girous of Admittance, it!

is 0 Tim.

Tim. Ladies? What are their Wills ?

Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner, my Lord,
Which bears that Office to signifie their Pleasures.
Tim. I pray let them be admitted.

Enter Cupid with a Mask of Ladies.
Cu. 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.
There taste, touch, all, pleas'd from thy Table rise :
They only now come but to feast chine Eyes.

Tim. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance.
Mufick make their welcome.
Luc. You see, my Lord, how ample you are belov'd.

Apem. Hoyday!
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 shews to a little Oyl and Root.
We make our selyes Fools, to disport our selves,
And spend our flatteries, to drink those Men,
Upon whose Age we void it up again,
With poisonous Spight and Envy.
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: 'T'as 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 single out an Amazon, and all
Dance, Mex with Women, a lofty strain or two to the Haut-
boys, 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 unco't, and lively Lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own Device.
I am to thank you for it,

Luc. My Lord, you take us even at the best.
Apem. Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.

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Tim.

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