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Timon of Athens. 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

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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.
[Act 1, Scene 2] Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke. A great Banquet seru'd in: and then, Enter Lord Timon, the States, the Athenian Lords, Ventigius which Timon re­ deem'd from prison. Then comes dropping after all Ape­ mantus discontentedly like himselfe. Ventig. Most honoured Timon, It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,
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And call him to long peace: He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Then, as in gratefull Vertue I am bound To your free heart, I do returne those Talents Doubled with thankes and seruice, from whose helpe
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I deriu'd libertie.
Tim. O by no meanes, Honest Ventigius: You mistake my loue, I gaue

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[Act 1, Scene 2] Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke. A great Banquet seru'd in: and then, Enter Lord Timon, the States, the Athenian Lords, Ventigius which Timon re­ deem'd from prison. Then comes dropping after all Ape­ mantus discontentedly like himselfe. Ventig. Most honoured Timon, It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,
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And call him to long peace: He is gone happy, and has left me rich: Then, as in gratefull Vertue I am bound To your free heart, I do returne those Talents Doubled with thankes and seruice, from whose helpe
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I deriu'd libertie.
Tim. O by no meanes, Honest Ventigius: You mistake my loue, I gaue it freely euer, and ther's none Can truely say he giues, if he receiues:
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If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them: faults that are rich are faire.
Vint. A Noble spirit. Tim. Nay my Lords, Ceremony was but deuis'd at first To set a glosse on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
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Recanting goodnesse, sorry ere 'tis showne: But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray sit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes, Then my Fortunes to me.
1. Lord. My Lord, we alwaies haue confest it. Aper.
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Ho ho, confest it ? Handg'd it? Haue you not ?
Timo. O Apermantus, you are welcome. Aper. No: You shall not make me welcome: I come to haue thee thrust me out of doores. Tim. Fie, th'art a churle, ye'haue got a humour there
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Does not become a man, 'tis much too blame: They say my Lords, Ira furor breuis est, But yond man is verie angrie. Go, let him haue a Table by himselfe: For he does neither affect companie,
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Nor is he fit for't indeed.
Aper. Let me stay at thine apperill Timon, I come to obserue, I giue thee warning on't. Tim.

I take no heede of thee: Th'art an Athenian,

therefore welcome: I my selfe would haue no power,

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prythee let my meate make thee silent.

Aper.

I scorne thy meate, 'twould choake me: for I

should nere flatter thee. Oh you Gods! What a number

of men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not? It greeues me

to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood, and

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all the madnesse is, he cheeres them vp too.

I wonder men dare trust themselues with men. Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues, Good for there meate, and safer for their liues.

There's much example for't, the fellow that sits next him,

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now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in

a diuided draught: is the readiest man to kill him. 'Tas

beene proued, if I were a huge man I should feare to

drinke at meales, least they should spie my wind‑pipes

dangerous noates, great men should drinke with harnesse

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on their throates.

Tim. My Lord in heart: and let the health go round. 2. Lord. Let it flow this way my good Lord. Aper.

Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his

tides well, those healths will make thee and thy state

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looke ill, Timon.

Heere's that which is too weake to be a sinner, Honest water, which nere left man i'th'mire: This and my food are equals, there's no ods, Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods. Apermantus Grace.
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Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe, I pray for no man but my selfe, Graunt I may neuer proue so fond, To trust man on his Oath or Bond. Or a Harlot for her weeping,
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Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping, Or a keeper with my freedome, Or my friends if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall too't: Richmen sin, and I eat root.
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Much good dich thy good heart, Apermantus
Tim. Captaine, Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now. Alci. My heart is euer at your seruice, my Lord. Tim.

You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies,

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then a dinner of Friends.

Alc.

So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no

meat like 'em, I could wish my best friend at such a Feast.

Aper.

Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies

then, that then thou might'st kill 'em: & bid me to 'em.

1. Lord.
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Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord,

that you would once vse our hearts, whereby we might

expresse some part of our zeales, we should thinke our

selues for euer perfect.

Timon.

Oh no doubt my good Friends, but the Gods

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themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe

from you: how had you beene my Friends else. Why

haue you that charitable title from thousands? Did not

you chiefely belong to my heart? I haue told more of

you to my selfe, then you can with modestie speake in

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your owne behalfe. And thus farre I confirme you. Oh

you Gods (thinke I,) what need we haue any Friends; if

we should nere haue need of 'em? They were the most

needlesse Creatures liuing; should we nere haue vse for

'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments

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hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to them­

selues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that

I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do bene­

fits. And what better or properer can we call our owne,

then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious com­

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fort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding

one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't

can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks

to forget their Faults. I drinke to you.

Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon. 2. Lord.
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Ioy had the like conception in our eies, And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.
Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard. 3. Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much. Aper. Much. Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing. Tim.
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What meanes that Trumpe? How now?
Enter Seruant. Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies Most desirous of admittance. Tim. Ladies? what are their wils? Ser.

There comes with them a fore‑runner my Lord,

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which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures.

Tim. I pray let them be admitted. Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies. Cup.

Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of

his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee

their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious

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bosome.

There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise: They onely now come but to Feast thine eies.
Timo.

They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admit­

tance. Musicke make their welcome.

Luc.
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You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd.
Aper. Hoyday, What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way. They daunce? They are madwomen, Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,
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As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote. We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues, And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men, Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen With poysonous Spight and Enuy.
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Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues; Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues Of their Friends guift: I should feare, those that dance before me now, Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,
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Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.
The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes, and cease. Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace (faire Ladies) Set a faire fashion on our entertainment, Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:
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You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster, And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice. I am to thanke you for't.
1 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best. Aper.

Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold

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taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you, Please you to dispose your selues. All La. Most thankfully, my Lord. Exeunt. Tim. Flauius. Fla.
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My Lord.
Tim. The little Casket bring me hither. Fla. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet ? There is no crossing him in's humor, Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
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When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could: 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde, That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.
Exit. 1 Lord. Where be our men? Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse. 2 Lord.
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Our Horses.
Tim. O my Friends: I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L. Lord I must intreat you honour me so much, As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,
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Kinde my Lord.
1 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts. All. So are we all. Enter a Seruant. Ser.

My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate

newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim.
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They are fairely welcome.
Enter Flauius. Fla.

I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it

does concerne you neere.

Tim. Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee. I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment. Fla.
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I scarse know how.
Enter another Seruant. Ser. May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius An ink mark follows the end of this line. (Out of his free loue) hath presented to you Foure Milke‑white Horses, trapt in Siluer. Tim. I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents
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Be worthily entertain'd. Enter a third Seruant. How now? What newes?
3. Ser.

Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentle­

man Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow,

to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace

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of Grey‑hounds.

Tim. Ile hunt with him, And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward. Fla. What will this come to? He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and all out of an empty Coffer:
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Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this, To shew him what a Begger his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good. His promises flye so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:
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He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't; His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out: Happier is he that has no friend to feede, Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.
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I bleed inwardly for my Lord.
Exit Tim. You do your selues much wrong, You bate too much of your owne merits. Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue. 2. Lord. With more then common thankes
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I will receyue it.
3. Lord. O he's the very soule of Bounty. Tim.

And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good

words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours

because you lik'd it.

1. L.
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Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.
Tim.

You may take my word my Lord: I know no

man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe

my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,

Ile call to you.

All Lor.
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O none so welcome.
Tim. I take all, and your seuerall visitations So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue: Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends, And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,
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Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich, It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast Lye in a pitcht field.
Alc. I, defil'd Land, my Lord. 1. Lord.
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We are so vertuously bound.
Tim. And so am I to you. 2. Lord. So infinitely endeer'd. Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights. 1. Lord. The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes
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Keepe with you Lord Timon.
Tim. Ready for his Friends. Exeunt Lords Aper.

What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iut­

ting out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be

worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.

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Friendships full of dregges,

Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.

Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.

Tim. Now Apermantus (if thou wert not sullen) I would be good to thee. Aper.
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No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too,

there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou

wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long Timon (I

feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly.

What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine‑glories?

Tim.
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Nay, and you begin to raile on Societie once, I

am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, & come

with better Musicke.

Exit Aper.

So: Thou wilt not heare mee now, thou shalt

not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:

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Oh that mens eares should be To Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie.
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      <l n="383">This and my food are equals, there's no ods,</l>
      <l n="384">Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Apermantus Grace.</stage>
      <l n="385">Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe,</l>
      <l n="386">I pray for no man but my selfe,</l>
      <l n="387">Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,</l>
      <l n="388">To trust man on his Oath or Bond.</l>
      <l n="389">Or a Harlot for her weeping,</l>
      <l n="390">Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,</l>
      <l n="391">Or a keeper with my freedome,</l>
      <l n="392">Or my friends if I should need 'em.</l>
      <l n="393">Amen. So fall too't:</l>
      <l n="394">Richmen sin, and I eat root.</l>
      <l n="395">Much good dich thy good heart,<hi rend="italic">Apermantus</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="396">Captaine,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="397">
         <hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>, your hearts in the field now.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alci.</speaker>
      <l n="398">My heart is euer at your seruice, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="399">You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies,
      <lb n="400"/>then a dinner of Friends.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <p n="401">So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no
      <lb n="402"/>meat like 'em, I could wish my best friend at such a Feast.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <p n="403">Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies
      <lb n="404"/>then, that then thou might'st kill 'em: &amp; bid me to 'em.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <p n="405">Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord,
      <lb n="406"/>that you would once vse our hearts, whereby we might
      <lb n="407"/>expresse some part of our zeales, we should thinke our
      <lb n="408"/>selues for euer perfect.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <p n="409">Oh no doubt my good Friends, but the Gods
      <lb n="410"/>themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe
      <lb n="411"/>from you: how had you beene my Friends else. Why
      <lb n="412"/>haue you that charitable title from thousands? Did not
      <lb n="413"/>you chiefely belong to my heart? I haue told more of
      <lb n="414"/>you to my selfe, then you can with modestie speake in
      <lb n="415"/>your owne behalfe. And thus farre I confirme you. Oh
      <lb n="416"/>you Gods (thinke I,) what need we haue any Friends; if
      <lb n="417"/>we should nere haue need of 'em? They were the most
      <lb n="418"/>needlesse Creatures liuing; should we nere haue vse for
      <lb n="419"/>'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments
      <lb n="420"/>hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to them­
      <lb n="421"/>selues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that
      <lb n="422"/>I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do bene­
      <lb n="423"/>fits. And what better or properer can we call our owne,
      <lb n="424"/>then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious com­
      <lb n="425"/>fort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding
      <lb n="426"/>one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't
      <lb n="427"/>can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks
      <lb n="428"/>to forget their Faults. I drinke to you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <l n="429">Thou weep'st to make them drinke,<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="430">Ioy had the like conception in our eies,</l>
      <l n="431">And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <l n="432">Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="433">I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <l n="434">Much.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with
      <lb/>Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="435">What meanes that Trumpe? How now?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="436">Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies</l>
      <l n="437">Most desirous of admittance.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="438">Ladies? what are their wils?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <p n="439">There comes with them a fore‑runner my Lord,
      <lb n="440"/>which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="441">I pray let them be admitted.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-cup">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cup.</speaker>
      <p n="442">Haile to thee worthy<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>and to all that of
      <lb n="443"/>his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee
      <lb n="444"/>their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious
      <lb n="445"/>bosome.</p>
      <l n="446">There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise:</l>
      <l n="447">They onely now come but to Feast thine eies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timo.</speaker>
      <p n="448">They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admit­
      <lb n="449"/>tance. Musicke make their welcome.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="450">You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <l n="451">Hoyday,</l>
      <l n="452">What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way.</l>
      <l n="453">They daunce? They are madwomen,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0700-0.jpg" n="82"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="454">Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,</l>
      <l n="455">As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.</l>
      <l n="456">We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,</l>
      <l n="457">And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,</l>
      <l n="458">Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen</l>
      <l n="459">With poysonous Spight and Enuy.</l>
      <l n="460">Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;</l>
      <l n="461">Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues</l>
      <l n="462">Of their Friends guift:</l>
      <l n="463">I should feare, those that dance before me now,</l>
      <l n="464">Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,</l>
      <l n="465">Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic" type="business">The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and
      <lb/>to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all
      <lb/>Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the
      <lb/>Hoboyes, and cease.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="466">You haue done our pleasures</l>
      <l n="467">Much grace (faire Ladies)</l>
      <l n="468">Set a faire fashion on our entertainment,</l>
      <l n="469">Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde:</l>
      <l n="470">You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster,</l>
      <l n="471">And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice.</l>
      <l n="472">I am to thanke you for't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="473">My Lord you take vs euen at the best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <p n="474">Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold
      <lb n="475"/>taking, I doubt me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="476">Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,</l>
      <l n="477">Please you to dispose your selues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-las">
      <speaker rend="italic">All La.</speaker>
      <l n="478">Most thankfully, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="479">
         <hi rend="italic">Flauius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fla.</speaker>
      <l n="480">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="481">The little Casket bring me hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fla.</speaker>
      <l n="482">Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="483">There is no crossing him in's humor,</l>
      <l n="484">Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;</l>
      <l n="485">When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:</l>
      <l n="486">'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,</l>
      <l n="487">That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="488">Where be our men?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="489">Heere my Lord, in readinesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2 Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="490">Our Horses.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="491">O my Friends:</l>
      <l n="492">I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good<choice>
            <abbr>L.</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>
      </l>
      <l n="493">I must intreat you honour me so much,</l>
      <l n="494">As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,</l>
      <l n="495">Kinde my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="496">I am so farre already in your guifts.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="497">So are we all.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <p n="498">My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate
      <lb n="499"/>newly alighted, and come to visit you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="500">They are fairely welcome.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Flauius.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fla.</speaker>
      <p n="501">I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it
      <lb n="502"/>does concerne you neere.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="503">Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee.</l>
      <l n="504">I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fla.</speaker>
      <l n="505">I scarse know how.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="506">May it please your Honor, Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>
      </l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="507">(Out of his free loue) hath presented to you</l>
      <l n="508">Foure Milke‑white Horses, trapt in Siluer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="509">I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents</l>
      <l n="510">Be worthily entertain'd.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a third Seruant.</stage>
      <l n="511">How now? What newes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ser.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Ser.</speaker>
      <p n="512">Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentle­
      <lb n="513"/>man Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucullus</hi>, entreats your companie to morrow,
      <lb n="514"/>to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace
      <lb n="515"/>of Grey‑hounds.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="516">Ile hunt with him,</l>
      <l n="517">And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fla.</speaker>
      <l n="518">What will this come to?</l>
      <l n="519">He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and
      <lb/>all out of an empty Coffer:</l>
      <l n="520">Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,</l>
      <l n="521">To shew him what a Begger his heart is,</l>
      <l n="522">Being of no power to make his wishes good.</l>
      <l n="523">His promises flye so beyond his state,</l>
      <l n="524">That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:</l>
      <l n="525">He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;</l>
      <l n="526">His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were</l>
      <l n="527">Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:</l>
      <l n="528">Happier is he that has no friend to feede,</l>
      <l n="529">Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.</l>
      <l n="530">I bleed inwardly for my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="531">You do your selues much wrong,</l>
      <l n="532">You bate too much of your owne merits.</l>
      <l n="533">Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Loue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="534">With more then common thankes</l>
      <l n="535">I will receyue it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="536">O he's the very soule of Bounty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="537">And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good
      <lb n="538"/>words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours
      <lb n="539"/>because you lik'd it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. L.</speaker>
      <l n="540">Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="541">You may take my word my Lord: I know no
      <lb n="542"/>man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe
      <lb n="543"/>my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,
      <lb n="544"/>Ile call to you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lds">
      <speaker rend="italic">All Lor.</speaker>
      <l n="545">O none so welcome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="546">I take all, and your seuerall visitations</l>
      <l n="547">So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:</l>
      <l n="548">Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,</l>
      <l n="549">And nere be wearie.<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>,</l>
      <l n="550">Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,</l>
      <l n="551">It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing</l>
      <l n="552">Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast</l>
      <l n="553">Lye in a pitcht field.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-alc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alc.</speaker>
      <l n="554">I, defil'd Land, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="555">We are so vertuously bound.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="556">And so am I to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="557">So infinitely endeer'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="558">All to you. Lights, more Lights.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="559">The best of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes</l>
      <l n="560">Keepe with you Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="561">Ready for his Friends.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Lords</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <p n="562">What a coiles heere, seruing of beckes, and iut­
      <lb n="563"/>ting out of bummes. I doubt whether their Legges be
      <lb n="564"/>worth the summes that are giuen for 'em.
      <lb n="565"/>Friendships full of dregges,
      <lb n="566"/>Me thinkes false hearts, should neuer haue sound legges.
      <lb n="567"/>Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="568">Now<hi rend="italic">Apermantus</hi>(if thou wert not sullen)</l>
      <l n="569">I would be good to thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <p n="570">No, Ile nothing; for if I should be brib'd too,
      <lb n="571"/>there would be none left to raile vpon thee, and then thou
      <lb n="572"/>wouldst sinne the faster. Thou giu'st so long<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>(I
      <lb n="573"/>feare me) thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly.
      <lb n="574"/>What needs these Feasts, pompes, and Vaine‑glories?</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0701-0.jpg" n="83"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="575">Nay, and you begin to raile on Societie once, I
      <lb n="576"/>am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, &amp; come
      <lb n="577"/>with better Musicke.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-ape">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aper.</speaker>
      <p n="578">So: Thou wilt not heare mee now, thou shalt
      <lb n="579"/>not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:</p>
      <l n="580">Oh that mens eares should be</l>
      <l n="581">To Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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