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Enter Lucilius. Luc, Here, at your Lordship's service. 0. Aib. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature By night 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 ?
0. Ab. One only daughter have I, no kin elle,
Tim. The man is honest.
0. Ab. Therefore be will obey Timon, His honesty rewards him in it self, It muft not bear my daughter.
Tim. Does the love him ?
0. Ab. She is young, and apt :
Tim. Love you the maid ?
0. Atb. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endowed,
0. Ab. Three talents on the present, in future all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ;
0. Alb. Most noble Lord,
Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Lordship!
Tim. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon ; Go not away. What have you there, my friend ?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Tim. Painting is welcome.
Thall find I like it: wait attendance 'Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The Gods preserve ye!
Tim. Well fare you, gentleman ; Give me your hand,
Jew. What, my Lord ? dispraise ?
Tim. A meer satiety of commendations,
Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated
Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. No, my good Lord, he speaks the common tongue,
SCENE III. Enter Apemantus. .
Jew. We'll bear it with your Lordship.
Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves ? thou know'ft Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
(them not. Tim. Yes. Apen. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Apem. Thou know'st I do, I callid thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timor. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Arbenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Imm. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? Apem, The better, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it?
Apen. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet be's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. Y'are a dog.
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking --How now, poet ?
Apem. Then thou lieft : look in thy last work, where thou haft feign’d him a worthy fellow,
Poet. That's not feign'd, thens. 12 Timon of .
Tim. What would'At do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. That I had so hungry a wit to be a Lord.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Trumpets found. Enter a Melenger.
Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us;
Enter Alcibiades with the refi.
[Bowing and embracing. Apem. So, lo! Aches contract, and starve your supple joints! chat there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtelie ! the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
Alc. You have even sav'd my longing, and I feed
Tim. Right welcome, Sir,
Apem. The more accursed thou that ftill omitt'ft it.
Apem. Thou should'At have kept one to thy self, for I mean to give thee none. •
Luc. Hang thy self.
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
Luc. He's opposite to all humanity.
Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Luc. The noblest mind he carries,
Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes ! shall we in ?
[Exeunt. SCEN E V.
Another Room in Timon's House.
and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and
Ven. Mort honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods