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Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Tim. [to Lucilius] Love you the maid?
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;
To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you!
[Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. 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
Your lordship to accept.
The gods preserve you!
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me your
We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Well mock'd. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid?
Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.
He'll spare none.
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Apem. Then I repent not.
Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Apem. Thou know'st, I do; I call'd thee by thy
Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon.
Tim. Whither art going?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.
Pain. You are a dog.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's she, if I be a dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No; I eat not lords.
Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies.
Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy labour.
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.-How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philosopher?
Apem. Thou liest.
Poet. Art not one?
Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a poet?
Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow.
Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flatter'd, is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus?
Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Art not thou a merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee!
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
Tim. What trumpet's that?
Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to [Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me:-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights.—
Enter Alcibiades, with his company.
Most welcome, sir!
So, so; there!—
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves,
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey.
Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed Most hungrily on your sight.
Tim. Right welcome, sir: Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [Exeunt all but Apemantus.