SCENE. I.

SCENE. II.

Are they not Athenians?

Yes

Then I repent not.

You know me Apemantus?

Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.

Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.

How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?

The best for the innocence.

Wrought he not well that painted it?

He wrought better, that made the painter: And yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.

What dost thou think 'tis worth?

Not worth my thinking—How now, poet?

How now philosopher?

Thou liest.

Art thou not one?

Yes.

Then I lie not.

Art not a poet?

Yes.

Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.

That's not feign'd, he is so.

Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered, is wor­thy o' th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord!

What would'st do then, Apemantus?

Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart.

What, thyself?

Ay.

Wherefore?

That I had so hungry a wit to be a Lord—Art thou not a merchant?

Ay Apemantus.

Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not.

If traffick do it, the gods do it.

Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!

What trumpet's that?

Most welcome, Sir!

So, so! Aches contract, and starve your sup­ple joints! that there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtesie! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

SCENE. III.

What time o' day is't Apemantus?

Time to be honest.

That time serves still.

The most accursed thou that still omitt'st it.

Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast.

Ay to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools

Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice.

Why, Apemantus?

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

Hang thyself.

No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.

Away, unpeaceable dog or—I'll spurn thee hence.

I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' ass.

Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?

I'll keep you company.

SCENE IV.

Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? there is no crossing him in's humour,

Where be our men?

Here, my Lord, in readiness.

I am so far already in your gifts,—

So are we all.

You do yourselves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our Love.

With more than common thanks, I do receive it.

He has the very soul of bounty.

And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis yours because you lik'd it.

Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that.

You may take my word, my Lord: I know no man can justly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own; I'll call on you.

O, none to welcome.

I defy land, my Lord.

We are so virtuously bound—

And so am I to you.

So infinitely endear'd—

I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Me near? Why then another time I'll hear thee. I pry'thee let's be provided to shew them enter­tainment.

I scarce know how.

SCENE I.

I go, Sir.

I will, sir.

Go.

SCENE, II.

SCENE. III.

SCENE IV.

SCENE V.

SCENE V continues.

Good evening! what, you come for money?

It's not your business too?

Il is; and yours too?

It is so.

Would we were all discharg'd.

I fear it.

Here comes the Lord.

My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.

Dues? whence are you?

Of Althens here my Lord.

Go to my steward.

You to Lord Lucius—to Lord Lucullus you,—you to Sempronius—commend me to their loves; and I am Proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money; let the request be fifty talents.

SCENE I.

I Have told my Lord of you; he is coming down to you.

I thank you, Sir.

Here's my Lord.

One of Lord Timon's men; a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right: I dreamt of a silver bason and ewre to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, Sir; fill me some wine. And how does that honourable, compleat, free-hearted Gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?

His health is well, Sir.

I am right glad that his health is well, Sir; and what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

Faith, nothing but an empty box, Sir, which in my Lord's behalf I come to intreat your Honour to supply; who having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

La, la, la, la,—Nothing doubting, says he? alas, good Lord, a noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' din'd with him, and told him on't; and came again to supper to him on purpose to have him spend less.[Page 27] And yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warn­ing by my coming; every man hath his fault, and honesty is his. I ha' told him on't, but I could never get him from 't.

Please your Lordship, here is the wine.

Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee,

Your Lordship speaks your pleasure.

I have observ'd thee always for a towardly prompt spirit, give thee thy due: and one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in thee—Get you gone, sirrah.

—Draw nearer, honest Flaminius; thy Lord's a boun­tiful Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou knowest well enough (although thou comest to me) that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friend­ship without security. Here's three Solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say, thou saw'st me not. Fare thee well.

Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

SCENE II.

SCENE III.

SCENE IV.

SCENE V.

Well met, good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

The like to you, kind Varro.

Lucius, why do we meet together?

So is theirs and ours.

And Sir Philotas's too.

Good day, at once.

Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?

Labouring for nine.

So much?

Is not my Lord seen yet?

Not yet.

I wonder: he was want to shine at seven.

Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?

Five thousand.

One of Lord Timon's men.

Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my Lord ready to come forth?

No, Indeed, he is not.

We attend his Lordship; pray, signify so much.

I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.

Do you hear, Sir—

By your leave, Sir.

What do you ask of me my friend?

We wait for certain money here, Sir.

Ay, but this answer will not serve.

If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you; For you serve knaves.

How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter?

No matter what.—He's poor, and that's re­venge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.

O here's Servilius; now we shall have some an­swer.

If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour I should derive much from it. For take it of my soul,

We cannot take this for an answer.

Servilius help—my Lord! my Lord!

Put in now, Titus.

My Lord, here's my bill.

Here's mine.

And mine, my Lord.

And ours, my Lord.

And our bills.

Knock me down with 'em—cleave me to the girdle.

Alas my Lord.

Cut out my heart in sums.

Mine, fifty talents.

Tell out my blood.

Five thousand crowns, my Lord.

My Lord—

My Lord—

My dear Lord!

What if it should be so?—

My dear Lord!

I'll have it so—My steward!

Here, my Lord.

SCENE returns to Timon's house..

The good time of the day to you, Sir.

I also wish it to you: I think this honourable Lord did but try us this other day.

Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountred. I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the tryal of his several friends.

It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off: but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I must needs appear.

In like manner was I in debt to my importu­nate business; but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.

I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how how all things go.

Every man here's so. What would he have borrow'd of you?

A thousand pieces.

A thousand pieces!

What of you?

He sent to me, Sir—here he comes.

With all my heart, gentlemen both, and how fare you?

Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lord­ship.

The swallow follows not summer more wil­lingly, than we your Lordship.

Nor more willingly leaves winter: such sum­mer-birds are men.—Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompence this long stay: feast your ears with the music a while; if they will fare so harshly as on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't presently.

I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty messenger.

O Sir, let it not trouble you.

My noble Lord

Ah, my good friend, what cheer?

Most honourable Lord, I'm e'en sick of shame that when your Lordship t'other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.

Think not on't, Sir.

If you had but sent two hours before—

Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come bring in all together.

All cover'd dishes!

Royal cheer, I warrant you.

Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.

How do you? what's the news?

Alcibiades is banish'd: hear you of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd!

Tis so, be sure of it.

How? how?

I pray you, upon what?

My worthy friends, will you draw near?

Here's a noble feast toward.

This is the old man still.

Will't hold? will't hold?

Each man to his stool with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city-feast of it, to let the meat cool e're we can agree upon the first place. Sit, sit.

The Gods require our thanks.

Uncover, dogs, and lap.

What does his lordship mean?

I know not.

SCENE. I.

SCENE, the WOODS.

SCENE changes to the Walls of Athens.

SCENE, changes to a street in Athens.

SCENE.