94With one man becken'd from the rest below,

95Bowing his head against the steepy Mount

96To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest

97In our Condition.

98Poet. Nay Sir, but heare me on:

99All those which were his Fellowes but of late,

100Some better then his valew; on the moment

101Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,

102Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,

103Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him

104Drinke the free Ayre.

105Pain. I marry, what of these?

106Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood

107Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants

108Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,

109Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,

110Not one accompanying his declining foot.

111Pain. Tis common:

112A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,

113That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,

114More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,

115To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene

116The foot aboue the head.

120Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you?

121Mes. I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,

122His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:

123Your Honourable Letter he desires

124To those haue shut him vp, which failing,

125Periods his comfort.

126Tim. Noble Ventidius, well:

127I am not of that Feather, to shake off

128My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him

129A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,

130Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.

131Mes. Your Lordship euer bindes him.

132Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,

133And being enfranchized bid him come to me;

134'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,

135But to support him after. Fare you well.

136Mes. All happinesse to your Honor. Exit.

138Oldm. Lord Timon, heare me speake.

139Tim. Freely good Father.

140Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.

141Tim. I haue so: What of him?

142Oldm. Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.

143Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.

144Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice.

145Oldm. This Fellow heere, L. Timon, this thy Creature,

146By night frequents my house. I am a man

147That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,

148And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,

149Then one which holds a Trencher.

150Tim. Well: what further?

151Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,

152On whom I may conferre what I haue got:

153The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,

154And I haue bred her at my deerest cost

155In Qualities of the best. This man of thine

156Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)

157Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,

158My selfe haue spoke in vaine.

159Tim. The man is honest.

160Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon,

161His honesty rewards him in it selfe,

162It must not beare my Daughter.

163Tim. Does she loue him?

164Oldm. She is yong and apt:

165Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs

166What leuities in youth.

167Tim. Loue you the Maid?

168Luc. I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.

169Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing,

170I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose

171Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,

172And dispossesse her all.

173Tim. How shall she be endowed,

174If she be mated with an equall Husband?

175Oldm. Three Talents on the present; in future, all.

176Tim. This Gentleman of mine

177Hath seru'd me long:

178To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,

179For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,

180What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,

181And make him weigh with her.

182Oldm. Most Noble Lord,

183Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.

184Tim. My hand to thee,

185Mine Honour on my promise.

186Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may

187That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,

188Which is not owed to you. Exit

189Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour,

190And long liue your Lordship.

191Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:

192Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?

193Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech

194Your Lordship to accept.

195Tim. Painting is welcome.

196The Painting is almost the Naturall man:

197For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,

198He is but out-side: These Pensil'd Figures are

199Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,

200And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance

201Till you heare further from me.

202Pain. The Gods preserue ye.

203Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.

204We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell

205Hath suffered vnder praise.

206Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise?

207Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations,

208If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,

209It would vnclew me quite.

210Iewel. My Lord, 'tis rated

211As those which sell would giue: but you well know,

212Things of like valew differing in the Owners,

213Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,

214You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.

215Tim. Well mock'd. Enter Apermantus.

216Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes y^e common toong

217Which all men speake with him.

218Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?

219Iewel. Wee'l beare with your Lordship.

220Mer. Hee'l spare none.

221Tim. Good morrow to thee,

222Gentle Apermantus.

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