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Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking. poet!
Poet. How now, philosopher !
Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feigned; he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour : he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were
I a lord !
Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus ?
Apem. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not !
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!
241. Of the many conjectured the anonymous, "That I had emendations perhaps the best is no ampler wit than be a lord.'
Enter a Messenger. Tim. What trumpet's that ?
Mess. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, 250 All of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
[Exeunt some Attendants.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest.
So, so, there!
sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred
out Into baboon and monkey. Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I
Right welcome, sir !
[Exeunt all except Apemantus.
Enter two Lords.
First Lord. What time o' day is 't, Apemantus ?
omitt'st it. Sec. Lord. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ?
Apem. Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine
Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for
First Lord. Hang thyself!
Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.
Sec. Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll 280 spurn thee hence ! Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the
[Exit. First Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come,
shall we in,
The noblest mind he carries
Shall we in ?
SCENE II. A banqueting-room in Timon's house.
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet
served in; Flavius and others attending ; then enter LORD TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like
O, by no means,
Ven. A noble spirit !
Nay, my lords, [They all stand ceremoniously looking
on Timon. Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs
none. Pray, sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me.
First Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it.
Tim. O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
there Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame. They say, my lords, ira furor brevis est ;' but yond man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by himself; for he does neither affect company, nor is he fit for 't, indeed.
Apem. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon : I come to observe ; I give thee warning on’t.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou 'rt an Athenian, therefore welcome: I myself would have no power ; prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
Apem. I scorn thy meat ; 'twould choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There 's much example for 't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him : 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; 32. apperil, peril.
the custom for guests to bring 45. without knives, it was their knives with them.