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To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on
Nay, my lords, ceremony
fortunes, Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe ; I give thee warning on't.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for
I should Ne'er flatter thee. - you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat
4 Anger is a short madness.
In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
notes : Great men should drink with harness
on their thrpats. Tim. My lord, in heart?; and let the health go
round. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Арет.
Flow this way! A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
$ The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chace. 6. Armour.
7 With sincerity,
Grant I may never prove so fond,
[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus !
Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, then a dinner of friends.
Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish
my best friend at such a feast.
Apem. "Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em:
1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.
Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had
friends else? why have you that charitable title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them; and would most re
semble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits : and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink
Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon, 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me
much. Apem. Mucho!
[Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump?
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
Tim. Ladies ? what are their wills?
Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea
pray, let them be admitted.
Enter CUPID. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy 'Timon; - and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise ; They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous admiration.
Tim, They are welcome all ; let them have kind
admittance: Musick, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. I Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are
Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies
as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes
They dance! they are mad women.
I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
Timon; and to show their loves, each singles out
for it. 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best.