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THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at seuerall doores. Poet. Good day Sir. Pain. I am glad y'are well. Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes the World? Pain. It weares sir, as it growes. Poet.
[5]
I that's well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches: see Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend.
[10]
I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller. Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that's most fixt. Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
[15]
To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse: He passes.
Iew. I haue a Iewell heere. Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir ? Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that— Poet.
[20]
When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild, It staines the glory in that happy Verse, Which aptly sings the good.
Mer. 'Tis a good forme. Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye. Pain.
[25]

You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedica­

tion to the great Lord.

Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me. Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint
[30]
Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases. What haue you there?
Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth? Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.
[35]
Let's see your peece.
Pain. 'Tis a good Peece. Poet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace
[40]
Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,

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One might interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life:
[45]
Heere is a touch: Is't good?
Poet. I will say of it, It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life. Enter certaine Senators. Pain. How this Lord is followed. Poet.
[50]
The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Pain. Looke moe. Po. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors, I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
[55]
With amplest entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an Eagle fl ght, bold, and forth on,
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Leauing no Tract behinde.
Pain. How shall I vnderstand you? Poet. I will vnboult to you. You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes, As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
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Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune, Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse‑fac'd Flatterer
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To Apemantus, that few things loues better Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe The knee before him, and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod.
Pain. I saw them speake together. Poet.
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Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd. The Base o'th'Mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
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To propagate their states; among'st them all, Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt, One do I personate of Lord Timons frame, Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her, Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants
[85]
Translates his Riuals.
Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to scope This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes With

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Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at seuerall doores. Poet. Good day Sir. Pain. I am glad y'are well. Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes the World? Pain. It weares sir, as it growes. Poet.
[5]
I that's well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches: see Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend.
[10]
I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller. Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that's most fixt. Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
[15]
To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse: He passes.
Iew. I haue a Iewell heere. Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir ? Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that— Poet.
[20]
When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild, It staines the glory in that happy Verse, Which aptly sings the good.
Mer. 'Tis a good forme. Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye. Pain.
[25]

You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedica­

tion to the great Lord.

Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me. Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint
[30]
Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases. What haue you there?
Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth? Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.
[35]
Let's see your peece.
Pain. 'Tis a good Peece. Poet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace
[40]
Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture, One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life:
[45]
Heere is a touch: Is't good?
Poet. I will say of it, It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life. Enter certaine Senators. Pain. How this Lord is followed. Poet.
[50]
The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Pain. Looke moe. Po. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors, I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
[55]
With amplest entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an Eagle fl ght, bold, and forth on,
[60]
Leauing no Tract behinde.
Pain. How shall I vnderstand you? Poet. I will vnboult to you. You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes, As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
[65]
Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune, Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse‑fac'd Flatterer
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To Apemantus, that few things loues better Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe The knee before him, and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod.
Pain. I saw them speake together. Poet.
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Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd. The Base o'th'Mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
[80]
To propagate their states; among'st them all, Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt, One do I personate of Lord Timons frame, Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her, Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants
[85]
Translates his Riuals.
Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to scope This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy Mount
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To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest In our Condition.
Poet. Nay Sir, but heare me on: All those which were his Fellowes but of late, Some better then his valew; on the moment
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Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance, Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare, Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him Drinke the free Ayre.
Pain. I marry, what of these? Poet.
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When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top, Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain.
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Tis common: A thousand morall Paintings I can shew, That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes, More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well, To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene
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The foot aboue the head.
Trumpets sound. Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? Mes. I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt, His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite: Your Honourable Letter he desires
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To those haue shut him vp, which failing, Periods his comfort.
Tim. Noble Ventidius well: I am not of that Feather, to shake off My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him
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A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe, Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.
Mes. Your Lordship euer bindes him. Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransome, And being enfranchized bid him come to me;
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'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp, But to support him after. Fare you well.
Mes. All happinesse to your Honor. Exit. Enter an old Athenian. Oldm. Lord Timon, heare me speake. Tim. Freely good Father. Oldm.
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Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.
Tim. I haue so: What of him? Oldm. Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius. Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice. Oldm.
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This Fellow heere, L. Lord Timon, this thy Creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift, And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd, Then one which holds a Trencher.
Tim.
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Well: what further?
Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else, On whom I may conferre what I haue got: The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride, And I haue bred her at my deerest cost
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In Qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord) Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort, My selfe haue spoke in vaine.
Tim. The man is honest. Oldm.
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Therefore he will be Timon, His honesty rewards him in it selfe, It must not beare my Daughter.
Tim. Does she loue him? Oldm. She is yong and apt:
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Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth.
Tim. Loue you the Maid? Luc. I my good Lord, and she accepts of it. Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing,
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I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world, And dispossesse her all.
Tim. How shall she be endowed, If she be mated with an equall Husband? Oldm.
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Three Talents on the present; in future, all.
Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long: To build his Fortune, I will straine a little, For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
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What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize, And make him weigh with her.
Oldm. Most Noble Lord, Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee,
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Mine Honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you. Exit Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour,
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And long liue your Lordship.
Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon: Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend? Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept. Tim.
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Painting is welcome. The Painting is almost the Naturall man: For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature, He is but out‑side: These Pensil'd Figures are Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
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And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance Till you heare further from me.
Pain. The Gods preserue ye. Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand. We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell
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Hath suffered vnder praise.
Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise? Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations, If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold, It would vnclew me quite. Iewel.
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My Lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would giue: but you well know, Things of like valew differing in the Owners, Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord, You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.
Tim.
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Well mock'd.
Enter Apermantus. Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes yͤ common toong Which all men speake with him. Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid? Iewel. Wee'l beare with your Lordship. Mer.
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Hee'l spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, Gentle Apermantus. Ape. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow. When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest. Tim.
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Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st them not?
Ape. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes. Ape. Then I repent not. Iew. You know me, Apemantus? Ape.
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Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.
Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus? Ape. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon Tim. Whether art going? Ape. To knocke out an honest Athenians braines. Tim.
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That's a deed thou't dye for.
Ape. Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law. Tim. How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus? Ape. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it. Ape.
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He wrought better that made the Painter, and

yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.

Pain. Y'are a Dogge. Ape.

Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I

be a Dogge?

Tim.
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Wilt dine with me Apemantus?
Ape. No: I eate not Lords. Tim. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies. Ape. O they eate Lords; So they come by great bellies. Tim.
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That's a lasciuious apprehension.
Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it, Take it for thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus? Ape.

Not so well as plain‑dealing, which wil not cast

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a man a Doit.

Tim. What dost thou thinke 'tis worth? Ape. Not worth my thinking. How now Poet? Poet. How now Philosopher? Ape.
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Thou lyest.
Poet. Art not one? Ape. Yes. Poet. Then I lye not. Ape. Art not a Poet ? Poet.
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Yes.
Ape. Then thou lyest:

Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a

worthy Fellow.

Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. Ape.
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Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy

labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat­

terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.

Tim. What wouldst do then Apemantus? Ape.

E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with

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my heart.

Tim. What thy selfe ? Ape. I. Tim. Wherefore? Ape. That I had no angry wit to be a Lord. An ink mark follows the end of this line.
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Art not thou a Merchant?
Mer. I Apemantus. Ape. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not. Mer. If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it. Ape. Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee. Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger. Tim.
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What Trumpets that
Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse All of Companionship. Tim. Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs. You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
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Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights. Enter Alcibiades with the rest. Most welcome Sir.
Ape.

So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your

supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest

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these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of

mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

Alc. Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. Tim. Right welcome Sir:
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Ere we depatt depart , wee'l share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you let vs in.
Exeunt. Enter two Lords. 1. Lord. What time a day is't Apemantus? Ape. Time to be honest. 1
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That time serues still.
Ape. The most accursed thou that still omitst it. 2 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast. Ape. I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles. 2 Farthee well, farthee well. Ape.
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Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.
2 Why Apemantus? Ape.

Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane

to giue thee none.

1 Hang thy selfe. Ape.
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No I will do nothing at thy bidding: Make thy requests to thy Friend.
2 Away vnpeaceable Dogge, Or Ile spurne thee hence. Ape. I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse. 1
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Hee's opposite to humanity. Comes shall we in, And taste Lord Timons bountie: he out‑goes The verie heart of kindnesse.
2 He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold
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Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes Seuen‑fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him, But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding All vse of quittance.
1 The Noblest minde he carries,
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That euer gouern'd man.
2 Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in? Ile keepe you Company. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="57">In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice</l>
      <l n="58">Infects one comma in the course I hold,</l>
      <l n="59">But flies an Eagle fl<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>ght, bold, and forth on,</l>
      <l n="60">Leauing no Tract behinde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="61">How shall I vnderstand you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="62">I will vnboult to you.</l>
      <l n="63">You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,</l>
      <l n="64">As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as</l>
      <l n="65">Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe</l>
      <l n="66">Their seruices to Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>: his large Fortune,</l>
      <l n="67">Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,</l>
      <l n="68">Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance</l>
      <l n="69">All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse‑fac'd Flatterer</l>
      <l n="70">To<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>, that few things loues better</l>
      <l n="71">Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe</l>
      <l n="72">The knee before him, and returnes in peace</l>
      <l n="73">Most rich in<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>nod.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="74">I saw them speake together.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="75">Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill</l>
      <l n="76">Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.</l>
      <l n="77">The Base o'th'Mount</l>
      <l n="78">Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures</l>
      <l n="79">That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,</l>
      <l n="80">To propagate their states; among'st them all,</l>
      <l n="81">Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,</l>
      <l n="82">One do I personate of Lord<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>frame,</l>
      <l n="83">Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,</l>
      <l n="84">Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants</l>
      <l n="85">Translates his Riuals.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="86">'Tis conceyu'd, to scope</l>
      <l n="87">This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0697-0.jpg" n="81"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="88">With one man becken'd from the rest below,</l>
      <l n="89">Bowing his head against the steepy Mount</l>
      <l n="90">To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest</l>
      <l n="91">In our Condition.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="92">Nay Sir, but heare me on:</l>
      <l n="93">All those which were his Fellowes but of late,</l>
      <l n="94">Some better then his valew; on the moment</l>
      <l n="95">Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,</l>
      <l n="96">Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,</l>
      <l n="97">Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him</l>
      <l n="98">Drinke the free Ayre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="99">I marry, what of these?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="100">When Fortune in her shift and change of mood</l>
      <l n="101">Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants</l>
      <l n="102">Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,</l>
      <l n="103">Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,</l>
      <l n="104">Not one accompanying his declining foot.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="105">Tis common:</l>
      <l n="106">A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,</l>
      <l n="107">That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,</l>
      <l n="108">More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,</l>
      <l n="109">To shew Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, that meane eyes haue seene</l>
      <l n="110">The foot aboue the head.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Trumpets sound.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously
      <lb/>to euery Sutor.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="111">Imprison'd is he, say you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="112">I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,</l>
      <l n="113">His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:</l>
      <l n="114">Your Honourable Letter he desires</l>
      <l n="115">To those haue shut him vp, which failing,</l>
      <l n="116">Periods his comfort.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="117">Noble<hi rend="italic">Ventidius</hi>well:</l>
      <l n="118">I am not of that Feather, to shake off</l>
      <l n="119">My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him</l>
      <l n="120">A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,</l>
      <l n="121">Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="122">Your Lordship euer bindes him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="123">Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,</l>
      <l n="124">And being enfranchized bid him come to me;</l>
      <l n="125">'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,</l>
      <l n="126">But to support him after. Fare you well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="127">All happinesse to your Honor.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter an old Athenian.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="128">Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, heare me speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="129">Freely good Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="130">Thou hast a Seruant nam'd<hi rend="italic">Lucilius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="131">I haue so: What of him?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="132">Most Noble<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, call the man before thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="133">Attends he heere, or no?<hi rend="italic">Lucillius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="134">Heere at your Lordships seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="135">This Fellow heere,<choice>
            <abbr>L.</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>
         <hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, this thy Creature,</l>
      <l n="136">By night frequents my house. I am a man</l>
      <l n="137">That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,</l>
      <l n="138">And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,</l>
      <l n="139">Then one which holds a Trencher.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="140">Well: what further?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Old.</speaker>
      <l n="141">One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,</l>
      <l n="142">On whom I may conferre what I haue got:</l>
      <l n="143">The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,</l>
      <l n="144">And I haue bred her at my deerest cost</l>
      <l n="145">In Qualities of the best. This man of thine</l>
      <l n="146">Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="147">Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,</l>
      <l n="148">My selfe haue spoke in vaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="149">The man is honest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="150">Therefore he will be<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>,</l>
      <l n="151">His honesty rewards him in it selfe,</l>
      <l n="152">It must not beare my Daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="153">Does she loue him?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="154">She is yong and apt:</l>
      <l n="155">Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs</l>
      <l n="156">What leuities in youth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="157">Loue you the Maid?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="158">I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="159">If in her Marriage my consent be missing,</l>
      <l n="160">I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose</l>
      <l n="161">Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,</l>
      <l n="162">And dispossesse her all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="163">How shall she be endowed,</l>
      <l n="164">If she be mated with an equall Husband?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="165">Three Talents on the present; in future, all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="166">This Gentleman of mine</l>
      <l n="167">Hath seru'd me long:</l>
      <l n="168">To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,</l>
      <l n="169">For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,</l>
      <l n="170">What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,</l>
      <l n="171">And make him weigh with her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-oat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oldm.</speaker>
      <l n="172">Most Noble Lord,</l>
      <l n="173">Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="174">My hand to thee,</l>
      <l n="175">Mine Honour on my promise.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="176">Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may</l>
      <l n="177">That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,</l>
      <l n="178">Which is not owed to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="179">Vouchsafe my Labour,</l>
      <l n="180">And long liue your Lordship.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="181">I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:</l>
      <l n="182">Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="183">A peece of Painting, which I do beseech</l>
      <l n="184">Your Lordship to accept.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="185">Painting is welcome.</l>
      <l n="186">The Painting is almost the Naturall man:</l>
      <l n="187">For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,</l>
      <l n="188">He is but out‑side: These Pensil'd Figures are</l>
      <l n="189">Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,</l>
      <l n="190">And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance</l>
      <l n="191">Till you heare further from me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="192">The Gods preserue ye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="193">Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.</l>
      <l n="194">We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell</l>
      <l n="195">Hath suffered vnder praise.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-jwl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iewel.</speaker>
      <l n="196">What my Lord, dispraise?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="197">A meere saciety of Commendations,</l>
      <l n="198">If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,</l>
      <l n="199">It would vnclew me quite.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-jwl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iewel.</speaker>
      <l n="200">My Lord, 'tis rated</l>
      <l n="201">As those which sell would giue: but you well know,</l>
      <l n="202">Things of like valew differing in the Owners,</l>
      <l n="203">Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,</l>
      <l n="204">You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="205">Well mock'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Apermantus.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="206">No my good Lord, he speakes yͤ common toong</l>
      <l n="207">Which all men speake with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="208">Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-jwl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iewel.</speaker>
      <l n="209">Wee'l beare with your Lordship.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="210">Hee'l spare none.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="211">Good morrow to thee,</l>
      <l n="212">Gentle<hi rend="italic">Apermantus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0698-0.jpg" n="82"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="213">Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.</l>
      <l n="214">When thou art<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>dogge, and these Knaues honest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="215">Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st
      <lb/>them not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="216">Are they not Athenians?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="217">Yes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="218">Then I repent not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-jwl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iew.</speaker>
      <l n="219">You know me,<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="220">Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="221">Thou art proud<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="222">Of nothing so much, as that I am not like<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="223">Whether art going?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="224">To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="225">That's a deed thou't dye for.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="226">Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="227">How lik'st thou this picture<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="228">The best, for the innocence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="229">Wrought he not well that painted it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="230">He wrought better that made the Painter, and
      <lb n="231"/>yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-pai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pain.</speaker>
      <l n="232">Y'are a Dogge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="233">Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I
      <lb n="234"/>be a Dogge?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="235">Wilt dine with me<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="236">No: I eate not Lords.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="237">And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="238">O they eate Lords;</l>
      <l n="239">So they come by great bellies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="240">That's a lasciuious apprehension.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="241">So, thou apprehend'st it,</l>
      <l n="242">Take it for thy labour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="243">How dost thou like this Iewell,<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="244">Not so well as plain‑dealing, which wil not cast
      <lb n="245"/>a man a Doit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="246">What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="247">Not worth my thinking.</l>
      <l n="248">How now Poet?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="249">How now Philosopher?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="250">Thou lyest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="251">Art not one?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="252">Yes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="253">Then I lye not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="254">Art not a Poet<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="255">Yes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="256">Then thou lyest:</l>
      <p n="257">Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a
      <lb n="258"/>worthy Fellow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-poe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poet.</speaker>
      <l n="259">That's not feign'd, he is so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="260">Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
      <lb n="261"/>labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat­
      <lb n="262"/>terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="263">What wouldst do then<hi rend="italic">Apemantus?</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="264">E'ne as<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>does now,<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>hate a Lord with
      <lb n="265"/>my heart.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="266">What thy selfe<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="267">I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="268">Wherefore?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="269">That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="270">Art not thou a Merchant?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="271">I<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="272">Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="273">If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="274">Traffickes thy God, &amp; thy God confound thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="275">What Trumpets that<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="inkBlot"
              resp="#ES"/>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="276">'Tis<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>, and some twenty Horse</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="277">All of Companionship.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="278">Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.</l>
      <l n="279">You must needs dine with me: go not you hence</l>
      <l n="280">Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done</l>
      <l n="281">Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Alcibiades with the rest.</stage>
      <l n="282">Most welcome Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="283">So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your
      <lb n="284"/>supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest
      <lb n="285"/>these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of
      <lb n="286"/>mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="287">Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed</l>
      <l n="288">Most hungerly on your sight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="289">Right welcome Sir:</l>
      <l n="290">Ere we<choice>
            <orig>depatt</orig>
            <corr>depart</corr>
         </choice>, wee'l share a bounteous time</l>
      <l n="291">In different pleasures.</l>
      <l n="292">Pray you let vs in.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter two Lords.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="293">What time a day is't<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="294">Time to be honest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="295">That time serues still.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="296">The most accursed thou that still omitst it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="297">Thou art going to Lord<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>Feast.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="298">I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="299">Farthee well, farthee well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="300">Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="301">Why<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <p n="302">Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane
      <lb n="303"/>to giue thee none.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="304">Hang thy selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="305">No I will do nothing at thy bidding:</l>
      <l n="306">Make thy requests to thy Friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="307">Away vnpeaceable Dogge,</l>
      <l n="308">Or Ile spurne thee hence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
      <l n="309">I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="310">Hee's opposite to humanity.</l>
      <l n="311">Comes shall we in,</l>
      <l n="312">And taste Lord<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>bountie: he out‑goes</l>
      <l n="313">The verie heart of kindnesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="314">He powres it out:<hi rend="italic">Plutus</hi>the God of Gold</l>
      <l n="315">Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes</l>
      <l n="316">Seuen‑fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,</l>
      <l n="317">But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding</l>
      <l n="318">All vse of quittance.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="319">The Noblest minde he carries,</l>
      <l n="320">That euer gouern'd man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="321">Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?</l>
      <l n="322">Ile keepe you Company.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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