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OLD ATHENIAN.

before thee.

Most noble Timon, call the man

TIMON. Attends he here or no? Lucilius!

LUCILIUS. Here, at your lordship's service.

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OLD ATHENIAN. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,

By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd
Than one which holds a trencher.

TIMON.

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Well; what further?

OLD ATHENIAN. One only daughter have I, no kin else,

On whom I may confer what I have got :
The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.

TIMON.

The man is honest. OLD ATHENIAN. Therefore he will be, Timon: His honesty rewards him in itself;

It must not bear my daughter.

TIMON.

OLD ATHENIAN.

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Does she love him?

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Our own precedent passions do instruct us

What levity's in youth.

TIMON. [TO LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid ?

LUCILIUS. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. OLD ATHENIAN. If in her marriage my consent be missing,

I call the gods to witness, I will choose

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,

And dispossess her all.

TIMON.

If she be mated with an equal husband ?

OLD ATHENIAN.

future, all.

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How shall she be endow'd,

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Three talents on the present; in

TIMON. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long":

To build his fortune I will strain a little,

For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter;
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

And make him weigh with her.

OLD ATHENIAN.

Most noble lord,

Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

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TIMON. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

LUCILIUS. Humbly I thank your lordship:

may

That state or fortune fall into my keeping

Which is not ow'd to you!

POET.

never

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[Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian.

Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your

lordship!

TIMON. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my friend ? PAINTER. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.

TIMON.

Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man ;
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work ;
And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
Till you hear further from me.

PAINTER.

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The gods preserve you ! TIMON. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your

hand;

We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel

Hath suffer'd under praise.

JEWELLER.

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What, my lord! dispraise?

TIMON. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd,

It would unclew me quite.

JEWELLER.

My lord, 'tis rated

As those which sell would give: but you

well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters. Believe 't, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

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TIMON. Well mock'd.

MERCHANT. No, my good lord; he speaks the com

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JEWELLER. We'll bear, with your lordship.

MERCHANT.

He'll spare none. TIMON. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus ! APEMANTUS. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good

morrow;

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When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. TIMON. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

APEMANTUS. Are they not Athenians?
TIMON. Yes.

APEMANTUS. Then I repent not.

JEWELLER. You know me, Apemantus?

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APEMANTUS. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name.

TIMON. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

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APEMANTUS. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

TIMON. Whither art going?

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APEMANTUS. To knock out an honest Athenian's

brains.

TIMON. That's a deed thou'lt die for APEMANTUS. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

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TIMON. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? APEMANTUS. The best, for the innocence.

TIMON. Wrought he not well that painted it? 200 APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he 's but a filthy piece of work. PAINTER. You're a dog.

APEMANTUS. Thy mother's of my generation : what's she, if I be a dog?

TIMON. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?

APEMANTUS. No; I eat not lords.

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TIMON. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies. APEMANTUS. O! they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON.

That's a lascivious apprehension.

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APEMANTUS. So thou apprehendest it, take it for thy

labour.

TIMON.

How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? APEMANTUS. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.

TIMON. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

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APEMANTUS. Not worth my thinking. How now,

poet!

POET.

How now, philosopher!

APEMANTUS. Thou liest.

POET. Art not one?

APEMANTUS. Yes.

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APEMANTUS. Art not a poet?
POET. Yes.

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APEMANTUS. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow. POET. That's not feigned; he is so.

APEMANTUS. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!

TIMON. What wouldst do then, Apemantus ?
APEMANTUS. Even as Apemantus does now;

a lord with my heart.

TIMON. What, thyself?

APEMANTUS.

Ay.

TIMON. Wherefore?

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hate

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APEMANTUS. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant ?

MERCHANT. Ay, Apemantus.

APEMANTUS.

not!

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Traffic confound thee, if the gods will

MERCHANT. If traffic do it, the gods do it.

APEMANTUS.

found thee!

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Traffic 's thy god, and thy god con

Trumpet sounds.

Enter a Servant.

TIMON.

What trumpet 's that?

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SERVANT. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, All of companionship.

TIMON. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to

us.

[Exeunt some Attendants. Go not you hence Till I have thanked you; when dinner 's done, Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.

You must needs dine with me.

Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company.

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Aches contract and starve your supple joints!

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That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves,

And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey.

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FIRST LORD.

APEMANTUS.

FIRST LORD.

APEMANTUS.

omitt'st it.

SECOND LORD.

feast?

APEMANTUS.

heat fools.

SECOND LORD.

Enter two Lords.

What time o' day is 't, Apemantus ?
Time to be honest.

That time serves still.

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The more accursed thou, that still

Thou art going to Lord Timon's

Ay; to see meat fill knaves and wine

Fare thee well, fare thee well.

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APEMANTUS. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. SECOND LORD. Why, Apemantus ?

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