Apem. I scorn thy meat; 't would choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods! what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees them 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; There's much example for 't; the fellow, that sits next him now, he keeps his tides well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon. Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, APEMANTUS' Grace. Graut I may never prove so fond, Or a dog that seems a sleeping; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Rich men sin, and I eat root. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! [Eats and drinks. Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like 'em: 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 you been my 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 ne'er have need of 'em? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for 'em; and would most resemble 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 't is, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes. O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And at that instant like a babe sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much. Apem. Much! [Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump? - How now! Enter a Servant. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance. Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. Enter CUPID. Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon; and to all Tim. They are welcome all. Let them have kind admittance: Music, make their welcome. [Exit CUPID. 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample y' are belov'd. Music. 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 this way! They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life, As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves? I should fear, those, that dance before me now, The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of TIMON; and, to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a lofty Strain or two to the Hautboys, and cease. Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful and kind: 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet Attends you: please you to dispose yourselves. All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies. The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord. [Aside.] More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; Else I should tell him, well, — i' faith, I should, When all 's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. [Exit, and returns with the Casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men? Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses! Tim. O, my friends! I have one word to say to you. Look you, my good lord, I must entreat you, honour me so much, As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it, 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, - Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome. Flav. I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word: it does concern you near. Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver. Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents. Enter a third Servant. Be worthily entertain'd. — How now! what news? [Aside. 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.. Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside.] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer: Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books. Before I were forc'd out! Happier is he that has no friend to feed Than such as do even enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my lord. [Exit. |