5GOod day Sir.

6Pain. I am glad y'are well.

7Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes

8the World?

9Pain. It weares sir, as it growes.

10Poet. I that's well knowne:

11But what particular Rarity? What strange,

12Which manifold record not matches: see

13Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power

14Hath coniur'd to attend.

15I know the Merchant.

16Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.

17Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord.

18Iew. Nay that's most fixt.

19Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,

20To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:

21He passes.

22Iew. I haue a Iewell heere.

23Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?

24Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that---

25Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,

26It staines the glory in that happy Verse,

27Which aptly sings the good.

28Mer. 'Tis a good forme.

29Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.

30Pain. You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedica-

31tion to the great Lord.

32Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me.

33Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses

34From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint

35Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame

36Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes

37Each bound it chases. What haue you there?

38Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?

39Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.

40Let's see your peece.

41Pain. 'Tis a good Peece.

42Poet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.

43Pain. Indifferent.

44Poet. Admirable: How this grace

45Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power

46This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination

47Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,

48One might interpret.

49Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life:

50Heere is a touch: Is't good?

51Poet. I will say of it,

52It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife

53Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life.

55Pain. How this Lord is followed.

56Poet. The Senators of Athens, happy men.

57Pain. Looke moe.

58Po. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,

59I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man

60Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge

61With amplest entertainment: My free drift

62Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe

63In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice

64Infects one comma in the course I hold,

65But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,

66Leauing no Tract behinde.

67Pain. How shall I vnderstand you?

68Poet. I will vnboult to you.

69You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,

70As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as

71Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe

72Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,

73Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,

74Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance

75All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer

76To Apemantus, that few things loues better

77Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe

78The knee before him, and returnes in peace

79Most rich in Timons nod.

80Pain. I saw them speake together.

81Poet. Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill

82Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.

83The Base o'th'Mount

84Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures

85That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,

86To propagate their states; among'st them all,

87Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,

88One do I personate of Lord Timons frame,

89Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,

90Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants

91Translates his Riuals.

92Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to scope

93This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes

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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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82Timon of Athens.

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.