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Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted | Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,

cloths. As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.

Some two months hence my will shall here be made :
It should be now, but that my fear is this, –
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss :
Till then I’ll sweat, and seek about for eases;
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.

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Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Others,

at several doors.

Poet. Good day, sir! Pain. I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes the world Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Poet. Ay, that’s well known : But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches 2 See, Magic of bounty all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both; toother's a jeweller. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord! Jew. Nay, that's most fix’d.

Mer. Amost incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,

To an untirable and continuate goodness:
He passes.
Jew. I have a jewel here.

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Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that – Poet. Hohen we for recompence have prais'd the vile,

It stains the glory in that happy verse

Which aptly sings the good.
Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich; here is a water, look you!
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedi-


To the great lord.

Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Pain. A picture, sir! — and when comes your book forth 2 Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir! Let's see your piece! . Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. 7| Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: how this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch: is't good? Poet. I’ll say of it, It tutors mature: artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.

Pain, How this lord’s follow’d Poet. The senators of Athens; – happy men Pain. Look, more 1 Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hog With amplest entertainment. My Free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold; But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

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Leaving no tract behind.
Pain. How shall I understand you ?
Poet. I’ll unbolt to you.

You see how all conditions, how all minds,



(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to lord Timon : his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loves better,
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd. The base o'the mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states: amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix’d.
One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
Translates his rivals.
Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steppy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.
Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on 1
All those, which were his fellows but of late,
(Some better, than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him
Drink the free air.
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these ?
Poet. When her shift and change of mood,
Sporus down her late belov’d, all his dependants,
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. 'Tis common:
A thousand moral paintings I can show,
hat shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune
More pregnantly than words. Yet vou do well,
To show i. Timon, that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.

Trumpets sound. Enter Tintox, attended; the Ser-
want of VENTipics talking with him.
Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? -
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord's five talents is his debt ;
His means most short, his creditors most strait:
}o letter he desires
o those have shut him up ; which faili -
Periods his comfort. P; which failing to him,
Tim. Noble Ventidius' well; .
I am not of that feather, to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
A gentleman, that well deserves a hel » -
Which he shall have: I’ll pay the debt, and free him.
P'en. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ransome :
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to Inc. : - y
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after.—Fare vous well!
/en. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Exit.
Enter an Old Athenian.
old 4th. Lord Timon, hear me speak!
o: Freely, good father:
9'd 4th. Thou hast a servant nam’d Lucilius.
Tim. I have so. What of him?
2d 4th. Most noble Timon,call the man before thee.
Tim. Attends he here, or no? – Lucilius:

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Enter Lucillus.
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy
By might frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift:
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
Than one which holds a trencher.
Tim. Well; what further?
old 4th. Oue only daughter have I, no kin else,
On whom I may confer, what I have got:
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.
Tim. The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself,
It must not bear my daughter.
Tim. Does she love him?
Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.
Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid?..
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.
Tim. How shall she be endow’d,
If she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all.
Tin. This gentleman of mine hath serv'dmelo
To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
And make him weigh with her.
Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. -
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promo
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship! Never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not ow'd to you! an
[Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athen"
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live yout
lordship !
Tim. I thank you! you shall hear frome mean:
Go not away!— What have you there, my frio."
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome!
The painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonour trafficks with man's nat".
He is but outside. These pencil'd figures aro
Even such as they give out. I like your work;
And you shall find, I like it: wait attendan”
Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The gods preserve you! ...
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen . Give -
We must needs dine together.—Sir, your J
Hath suffer'd under praise.
Jew. What, my lord? dispraise? .
Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you fort as 'tis extoll'd,
It would unclew me quite.
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated ll know
As those, which sell, would give; but you."
Things of like value, differing in the ow. -
Are prized by their masters: believe’t, dear 10
You mend the jewel by wearing it.
Tim. Well mock'd.

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Jler. No, my good lord; he speaks the common

Which all men speak with him. -
Tom. Look, who comes here! Will you be chid 2
Enter APEMAxTvs.
Jou'. We will bear, with your lordship.
Aler. He'll spare none.- -
Tom. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus !
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st
them not.
Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Tim. Yes. -
Apenn. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus! -
Apem. Thou knowest, I do ; I call thee by thy name.
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus !
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains
Tim. That’s a deed thou’lt die for.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus 2
Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Tuu. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter;
and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
I’ain. You 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. No; I eat not lords.
Tin. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies.
Apen. 0, they eat lords; so they come by great
bellies. -
Tim. That’s a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy

Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tom. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us ! [Baeunt some strendants. You must meeds 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.Jonzer Algolades, with his Company. Most welcome, sir! [They salute. Apem. So, so ; there !— Aches contract and starve your supple joints : — That there should be small love 'mongst 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 [Eveunt all but Apemantus. Lnter 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 lord 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. Should'st 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 1 Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass.

Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

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

Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth 2

| Evit. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,

And taste Lord Timon's bounty 2 he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

Apen. Not worth my "...; - How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philosopher

Apem. Thou liest.

Poet. Art not one?

Apem. Yes.

Poet. Then I lie not.

Apem. Art not a poet?

Poet. Yes, Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,

Is but his steward : no meed, but he repays
Sevenfold above itself: no gist to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance. -

1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries,

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Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee. S
for thy labour. He, that loves to be flattered, is

CENE II. The same. A room of state in T1-
Mos's house.

worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord || Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet

Tim, What would'st do then, Apemantus? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.

Tim. What, thyself?

Apem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore ?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. —
Art not thou a merchant?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
4pem, Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not!|Th
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. To

served in ; FLAvius and others attending: then
enter Ti Mox, Alcibiades, Lucius, Lucullus, SExt-
Paoxits, and other Athenian Senators, u'ith YEx-
Trpius, and Attendants.
after al/, APE MANTus, discontented/r.

//en. Most honour’d Timon, 't hath pleas'd the

Then comes, dropping

gods remember

My father's age, and call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich :

en, as in grateful virtue I am bound
your free heart, I do return those talents,

Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help

thee! - I d Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant,

Tin. What trumpet’s that?

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Tim. O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love;

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I gave it freely ever; and there's mone
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.
P'en. A noble spirit!
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Timon. -
Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss
On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, *
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, sit! more welcome are ye to my fortunes,
Than my fortunes to me. [They sit.
1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it.
Apem.fio, ho, confess'd 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, thou art a churl; you have got a humour
Does not become a man; ’tis much to blame: —
They say, my lords, that tra furor brevis est,
But yond’ man’s ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon;
I come to observe; I give thee warning on’t.
Tin. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe-
nian:therefore welcome! I myself would have no pow-
er: pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apen. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I
Ne'er flatter thee.—O you gods ! what a number
of men eat Timon, and he sees them 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.
I wonder, man dare trust themselves with men:
Methinks, they should invite then without knives;
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow, that
sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges
The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is the readiest man to kill him : it has been prov’d.
If I
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals :
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord?
Apem. Flow this way! ... e.
A brave fellow! — he keeps his tides well. Timon,
Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill.
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
IIonest water, which ne’er left man i'the mire:
This, and my food, are equals ; there's no odds.
Feasts are too prond to give thanks to the gods.
APEMAxtus's Grace.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf:
I pray for no man, but myself:
Grant I may never prove soM.;
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 ...!!!"
Or my friends, if I should need’ em.
Amen. So fall toot:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks.
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field

now. Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord! Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast. - Apem. "Would all those flatterers were thin twomies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, anubid me to 'em. 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, mylor, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect. Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided,that I shall have much help from you. How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told mon of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you, so you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; and would most resemble sweetir struments hung up in cases, that keep their sound, to themselves. Why, I have often wished myselfor er, 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? 0°hat a precious comfort’tis, to have so many, likeholds, commanding one another's fortunes! 0 joy, to away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to". Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timo 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our to: And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Apen. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastill 8Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd memo: Apen. Much' . [Tucket sound: Tim. What means that trump?—How now? Enter a Servant. - * * Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain jade most desirous of admittance. Torn. Ladies? What are their wills? t Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my” which bears that office, to signify their pleast” Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. Enter Cupid. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy fimon;-and to * That of his bounties taste!—The five best” Acknowledge thee their patron; and come * To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. The car, Taste, touch, smeil, all pleas'd from thy tables & They only now come but to feast thine to a Tin. They are welcome all! let them ha" admittance: , so Music, make their welcome! (Ert o: I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you arehold Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a mo". "... as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, " and playing. - est Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity Comte way: They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life; f As this pomp shows to a little oil, and ois. We make ourselves fools, to disport ". And spend our flatteries, to drink tho sness, Upon whose age we void it up ago". that's?" With poisonous spite and envy. Who. Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bea

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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. It has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
Ti Mox; and, to show their loves, each singles out
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a
lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tin. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto’t, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for’t.
1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best.
Apenn., 'Faith, for the worst is silthy; and would not
hold taking, I doubt me.
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Attends you : please you to dispose yourselves.
All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord's
[Ereunt Cupid and Ladies.
Tim. Flavius, –
Flaw. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.
Play. Yes, my lord. —More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside.
Else I should tell hin, -Well, -i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;
That man might me'er be wretched for his mind.
[Exit, and returns with the casket.
1 Lord. Where be our men 2
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
2 Lord. Our horses.
Tim. O my friends, I have one word
To say to you: — look you, my good lord, I must
Entreat you, honour me so much, as to
Advance this jewel ;
Accept, and wear it, king my lord '
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, –
All. So are we all.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Tim. They arc fairly welcome.
Flaw. I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Near 2 why then another time I'll hear thee:
I pr’ythee, let us be provided
To show them entertainment.
Flaw. I scarce know how.
Bnter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
- Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd.—How now, what news?
8 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gen-
tleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-
morrow to hunt with him ; and has sent your honour
two brace of greyhounds.
Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,
Not without fair reward.
Flav. [Aside..] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coiler.
Nor will he know his parse; or yield me this,
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly so beyond his state, -
That what he speaks is all debt, he owes

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For every word; he is so kind, that he now
Pays interest for't; his lands put to their books.
Well, 'would I were gently put out of office,
Before I were forc'd out !
Happier is he, that has no friend to feed,
Than such as do even enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
Tim. You do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own
merits: --
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. -
2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will re-
ceive it,
8 Lord. O, he is the very soul of o
Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave
Good words the other day of a bay courser
I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. -
2 Lord, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know,
in O nuan
Can justly praise, but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I’ll call on you.
All Lords. None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. — Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,
it comes in charity to thee; for aii thy living
Is 'mougst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.
Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, -
Tim. And so
Am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd, - .
Tun. All to you. — Lights, more lights!
1 Lord. The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon |
Tim. Ready for his frieuds.
[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, etc.
Apem. What a coil's here!
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums,
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I’d be good to thee.
Apem. No, I'll nothing : for,
If i should be brib'd too, there would be none left
To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the
faster. *
Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly:
What need these feasts, pomps, and wain glories?
Tim. Nay,
An you begin to rail on society once,
I am sworm, not to give regard to you.
Farewell, and come with better music!
Apem. So ; –
Thou'lt not hear me now, - thou shalt not them,-
I'll lock
Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery : [Exit.

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