223Ape. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.

224When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest.

225Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st

226them not?

227Ape. Are they not Athenians?

228Tim. Yes.

229Ape. Then I repent not.

230Iew. You know me, Apemantus?

231Ape. Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.

232Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus?

233Ape. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon

234Tim. Whether art going?

235Ape. To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.

236Tim. That's a deed thou't dye for.

237Ape. Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.

238Tim. How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus?

239Ape. The best, for the innocence.

240Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it.

241Ape. He wrought better that made the Painter, and

242yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.

243Pain. Y'are a Dogge.

244Ape. Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I

245be a Dogge?

246Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus?

247Ape. No: I eate not Lords.

248Tim. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.

249Ape. O they eate Lords;

250So they come by great bellies.

251Tim. That's a lasciuious apprehension.

252Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it,

253Take it for thy labour.

254Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?

255Ape. Not so well as plain-dealing, which wil not cast

256a man a Doit.

257Tim. What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?

258Ape. Not worth my thinking.

259How now Poet?

260poet. How now Philosopher?

261 pe. Thou lyest.

262Poet. Art not one?

263Ape. Yes.

264Poet. Then I lye not.

265Ape. Art not a Poet?

266Poet. Yes.

267Ape. Then thou lyest:

268Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a

269worthy Fellow.

270Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so.

271Ape. Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy

272labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat-

273terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.

274Tim. What wouldst do then Apemantus?

275Ape. E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with

276my heart.

277Tim. What thy selfe?

278Ape. I.

279Tim. Wherefore?

280Ape. That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.

281Art not thou a Merchant?

282Mer. I Apemantus.

283Ape. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.

284Mer. If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.

285Ape. Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee.

287Tim. What Trumpets that?

288Mes. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse

289All of Companionship.

290Tim. Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.

291You must needs dine with me: go not you hence

292Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done

293Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.

295Most welcome Sir.

296Ape. So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your

297supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest

298these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of

299mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.

300Alc. Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed

301Most hungerly on your sight.

302Tim. Right welcome Sir:

303Ere we depatt, wee'l share a bounteous time

304In different pleasures.

305Pray you let vs in. Exeunt.

3071.Lord What time a day is't Apemantus?

308Ape. Time to be honest.

3091 That time serues still.

310Ape. The most accursed thou that still omitst it.

3112 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast.

312Ape. I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.

3132 Farthee well, farthee well.

314Ape. Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.

3152 Why Apemantus?

316Ape. Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane

317to giue thee none.

3181 Hang thy selfe.

319Ape. No I will do nothing at thy bidding:

320Make thy requests to thy Friend.

3212 Away vnpeaceable Dogge,

322Or Ile spurne thee hence.

323Ape. I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.

3241 Hee's opposite to humanity.

325Comes shall we in,

326And raste Lord Timons bountie: he out-goes

327The verie heart of kindnesse.

3282 He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold

329Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes

330Seuen-fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,

331But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding

332All vse of quittance.

3331 The Noblest minde he carries,

334That euer gouern'd man.

3352 Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?

336Ile keepe you Company. Exeunt.

342Ventig. Most honoured Timon,

343It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,

344And call him to long peace:

345He is gone happy, and has left me rich:

346Then, as in gratefull Vertue I am bound

347To your free heart, I do returne those Talents

348Doubled with thankes and seruice, from whose helpe

349I deriu'd libertie.

350Tim. O by no meanes,

351Honest Ventigius: You mistake my loue,