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f TIMON OF ATHENS.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Timon, a noble Athenian.
Taco Servants of Verro, and the Sorrent of Isidore ; Lucius,
tico of Timon's creditors. Lucullus, lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid, and Maskers. Three Strangers. Sempronius,
Poet, Painter, Jespeller, and Merchant.
An old Athenian. 1 Page. A Fool
Phrynia, mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thiceu, Philotus,
Scene, Alkens; and the Woods adjoining.
Let's see your piece.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire Pihe fint SCENE I.-Athens. A hall in Timon's house. Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame
Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Provokies itself, and, like the current, fies others, at several doors.
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir. And when comes your Poet.
book forth? GOOD day, sir.
Poet. ['pon the heels of my presentment, sit. Pain.
I am glad you are well.
Tis a good piece. world?
Poet. So tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Admirable : How this grace But what particular rarity? what strange,
Speaks h: own standing! what a mental power Which manifold record not matches? See,
This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Mores in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant
One might interpret.
Here is a touch; Ist good!
I'll say of it Ner. A most incomparable man: breath'd,' as It tutors nature : artificial stride it were,
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Enter cerlain Senolors, and pass mer.
Pain How this lord's follow'd! Mer. O, pray let's seer: For the lord Timon, si ? Poet. The serators of Athens :-Happy mer! Jear. If he will touch the estimate: But, for that-1 Pain. Look, more! Poet. When we for recompense hade pražs'd the Port. You see this confidence, this great food of
visitors I stains the glory in that happy nerse
I hare, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Which aptly sings the good.
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hag Mer.
'Tis a good form. With amplest entertainment: Mr free drift
(Looking at the jewel Malts not particularly, but moves itse! Jent. And rich: here is a water, look vou. In a wide sea of wax: no levelrà malice Pain. You are rapi, sir, in some work, some dedi- Infests one com min in the course I bold; cation
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, To the great lord. Poel A thing slipp'd idly from me. (4) As soon as my book has been presented to
Timon. (1) Inurod br constant practice.
(5) The contest of art with sature. 12) For contánanl.
(6) My design does not stop & any particular (3) Le Deceeds, goes beyond common bounds. Icharacter.
Leaving no track behind.
Tion. Commend me to him: I will send his ranPain. How shall I understand you ?
som ; Poet.
Pll unbolt' to you. And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me: You see how all conditions, how all minds l'Tis not enongh to help the feeble up, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
But to support him after.-Fare you well. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down'' Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Et. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Enter an old Athenian. Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flat-|
Freely, good father. terer, a
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius, To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Tim. I have so: what of him? Than to abbor himself: even he drops down Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before. The knee before him, and returns in peace
thee. Most rich in Timon's nod.
T'im. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius! Pain.
I saw them speak together. Poel. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
Enter Lucilius. Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. mount
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
creature, That labour on the bosom of this sphere
By night frequents my house. I am a man
Than one which holds a trencher.
Well; what further ? Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Translates his rivals.
On whom I may confer what I have got:
'Tis conceiv'd to scope. The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
Myself have spoke in vain.
The man is honest. All those which were his fellows but of late
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
Does she love him?
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Spurns down her late-belov'd, all his dependants, | Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
missing, Eren on their knees and hands, let him slip down, I call the gods to witness, I will'choose Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Pain. 'Tis common:
And dispossess her all. A thousand moral paintings I can show
How shall she be endow'd, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune If she be mated with an equal husband ? More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well Old Ath. Three talents, on the present ; in fuTo show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen
ture, all. The foot above the head.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath served me
long ; Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, altended; the To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Servant of Ventidius talking with him. For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:
Imprison'd is he, say you? What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents' is his And make him weigh with her. debt;
Most noble lord, His means most short, his creditors most strait : Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Your honourable letter he desires
Tim. My hand to thee; 'mine honour on my To those have shut him up; which failing to him,
promise. Periods his comfort.
Luc, Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may Noble Ventidius! Well; That state of fortune fall into my keeping, l am not of that feather, to shake off
Which is not ow'd to you! My friend when he must need me. I do know him
[Ereuni Lucilius and old Athenian. A gentleman, that well deserves a help,
| Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free lordship! him.
Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon Ven. Sero. Your lordship ever binds him. Go not away.-What have you there, my friend ?
(3) To advance their conditions of life. One who shows by reflection the looks of his (4) Whisperings of officious servility. petron.
B (5) Inhale. °(6) i. e. Inferior spectators.
(1) Open, explain.
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech 1 Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? Your lordship to accept.
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will Tim.
Painting is welcome. not cost a man a doit. The painting is almost the natural man; .
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth ?
Poet. How noi:, philosopher ?
Poet. Art not one ?
where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. What, my lord ? dispraise ?! Poel. That's not leign'd, he is Tim. A mere satiety of commendations.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d,
thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flattered, It would unclewo me quite.
is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were i Jero.
My lord, 'lis rated lord ! As those, which sell, would give: But you well Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? know,
Apem. Even as Apemanlus does now, hate a Things of like value, differing in the owners, lord with my heart. Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Tim. What, thyself? You mend the jewel by wearing it.
Apem. Ay. Tim.
Well mock'd. Tim. Wherefore ? Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.. tongue,
Art not thou a merchant ? Which all men speak with him.
Mer, Ay, A pemantus.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it
Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound
are none. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! | Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; Tim. What trumpet's that ? When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves. Serv.
'Tis Alcibiades, and
Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to know'st them not.
(Exeunt some attendants Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence Tim. Yes.
Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's done, Apem. Then I repent not.
Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights. Jew. You know me, A pemantus.
Enter Alcibiades, with his company. Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I call'd thee by thy name.
Most welcome, sir! Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus.
So, so ; there! Apem. Or nothing so much, as that I am not Aches contract and starve your supple joints! like Timon.
That there should be small love 'mongst these Tim. Whither art going?
sweet knaves, Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. And all this court'sy ! The strain of man's bred out T'im. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
"Into baboon and monkey.* Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed law.
Most hungrily on your sight. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? I., Tim.
Right welcome, sir : Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it ?
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter;
[Exeunt all but Apemantus. and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog.
Enter two Lords. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's! I Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? she, if I be a dog?
Apem. Time to be honest. Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
i Lord. That time serves still.
in Apem. No; I eat not lords..
Apem. The more accursed thou, that still Tim. An thou should'st, thou’dst anger ladies.
omit'st it. . Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by great 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.. belles.
Apem. Ay; to see meat till knaves, and wine Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
heat fools. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well... labour.
Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. (1) Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what! (3) Alluding to the proverb : Plain dealing is a they profess to be,
jewel, but they who use it beggars. (2) To unclew a man, is to draw out the wholeľ (4) Man is degenerated ; his strain or lineage mass of his fortunes,
worn down into a monkey.