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Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.

      — Timon of Athens, Act I Scene 2

The Tragedy of Timon of Athens

Act I

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Scene 1. Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.

Scene 2. A banqueting-room in Timon’s house.

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Act I, Scene 1

Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.

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[Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and] [p]others, at several doors]

  • Poet. Good day, sir.
  • Poet. I have not seen you long: how goes the world? 5
  • Painter. It wears, sir, as it grows.
  • Poet. Ay, that's well known:
    But what particular rarity? what strange,
    Which manifold record not matches? See,
    Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power 10
    Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.
  • Painter. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
  • Merchant. A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, 15
    To an untirable and continuate goodness:
    He passes.
  • Merchant. O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
  • Poet. [Reciting to himself] 'When we for recompense have
    praised the vile,
    It stains the glory in that happy verse
    Which aptly sings the good.'

[Looking at the jewel]

  • Jeweller. And rich: here is a water, look ye.
  • Painter. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
    To the great lord.
  • Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. 30
    Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
    From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
    Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
    Provokes itself and like the current flies
    Each bound it chafes. What have you there? 35
  • Painter. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
  • Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
    Let's see your piece.
  • Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. 40
  • Poet. Admirable: how this grace
    Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
    This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
    Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture 45
    One might interpret.
  • Painter. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
    Here is a touch; is't good?
  • Poet. I will say of it,
    It tutors nature: artificial strife 50
    Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

[Enter certain Senators, and pass over]

  • Painter. How this lord is follow'd!
  • Poet. The senators of Athens: happy man!
  • Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood
    of visitors.
    I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
    Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
    With amplest entertainment: my free drift 60
    Halts not particularly, but moves itself
    In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
    Infects one comma in the course I hold;
    But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
    Leaving no tract behind. 65
  • Painter. How shall I understand you?
  • Poet. I will unbolt to you.
    You see how all conditions, how all minds,
    As well of glib and slippery creatures as
    Of grave and austere quality, tender down 70
    Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune
    Upon his good and gracious nature hanging
    Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
    All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
    To Apemantus, that few things loves better 75
    Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
    The knee before him, and returns in peace
    Most rich in Timon's nod.
  • Painter. I saw them speak together.
  • Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill 80
    Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount
    Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
    That labour on the bosom of this sphere
    To propagate their states: amongst them all,
    Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, 85
    One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
    Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
    Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
    Translates his rivals.
  • Painter. 'Tis conceived to scope. 90
    This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
    With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
    Bowing his head against the sleepy mount
    To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
    In our condition. 95
  • Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on.
    All those which were his fellows but of late,
    Some better than his value, on the moment
    Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
    Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, 100
    Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
    Drink the free air.
  • Painter. Ay, marry, what of these?
  • Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
    Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants 105
    Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top
    Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
    Not one accompanying his declining foot.
  • Painter. 'Tis common:
    A thousand moral paintings I can show 110
    That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
    More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
    To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
    The foot above the head.
    [Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself] 115
    courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from
    VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other
    servants following]
  • Timon. Imprison'd is he, say you?
  • Messenger. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt, 120
    His means most short, his creditors most strait:
    Your honourable letter he desires
    To those have shut him up; which failing,
    Periods his comfort.
  • Timon. Noble Ventidius! Well; 125
    I am not of that feather to shake off
    My friend when he must need me. I do know him
    A gentleman that well deserves a help:
    Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
    and free him. 130
  • Timon. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
    And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
    'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
    But to support him after. Fare you well. 135

[Exit]

[Enter an old Athenian]

  • Timon. Freely, good father. 140
  • Timon. I have so: what of him?
  • Timon. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!
  • Lucilius. Here, at your lordship's service. 145
  • 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 inclined to thrift;
    And my estate deserves an heir more raised
    Than one which holds a trencher. 150
  • Timon. 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 155
    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. 160
  • Old Athenian. Therefore he will be, Timon:
    His honesty rewards him in itself;
    It must not bear my daughter.
  • Timon. Does she love him?
  • Old Athenian. She is young and apt: 165
    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, 170
    I call the gods to witness, I will choose
    Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
    And dispossess her all.
  • Timon. How shall she be endow'd,
    if she be mated with an equal husband? 175
  • Old Athenian. Three talents on the present; in future, all.
  • Timon. This gentleman of mine hath served 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, 180
    And make him weigh with her.
  • Old Athenian. Most noble lord,
    Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
  • Timon. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
  • Lucilius. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may 185
    The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
    Which is not owed to you!

[Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian]

  • Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!
  • Timon. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: 190
    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; 195
    or 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. 200
  • Timon. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
    We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
    Hath suffer'd under praise.
  • Timon. A more 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, 210
    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.
  • Merchant. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, 215
    Which all men speak with him.
  • Timon. Look, who comes here: will you be chid?

[Enter APEMANTUS]

  • Timon. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
  • Apemantus. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
    When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.
  • Timon. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.
  • Apemantus. Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name.
  • Timon. Thou art proud, Apemantus. 230
  • Apemantus. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
  • Timon. Whither art going?
  • 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. 235
  • Timon. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?
  • Timon. Wrought he not well that painted it?
  • Apemantus. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
    he's but a filthy piece of work. 240
  • Apemantus. Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?
  • Timon. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
  • Timon. An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies. 245
  • Apemantus. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.
  • Timon. That's a lascivious apprehension.
  • 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 250
    man a doit.
  • Timon. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
  • Apemantus. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!
  • Poet. How now, philosopher!
  • Poet. Then I lie not.
  • 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' 265
    the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
  • Timon. What wouldst do then, Apemantus?
  • Apemantus. E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
  • Apemantus. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
    Art not thou a merchant?
  • Apemantus. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! 275
  • Merchant. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
  • Apemantus. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!

[Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger]

  • Timon. What trumpet's that?
  • Messenger. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, 280
    All of companionship.
  • Timon. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
    [Exeunt some Attendants]
    You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
    Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done, 285
    Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
    [Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest]
    Most welcome, sir!
  • Apemantus. So, so, there!
    Aches contract and starve your supple joints! 290
    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.
  • Alcibiades. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed 295
    Most hungerly on your sight.
  • Timon. Right welcome, sir!
    Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
    In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.

[Exeunt all except APEMANTUS]

[Enter two Lords]

  • Apemantus. The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. 305
  • Apemantus. Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
  • Apemantus. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.
  • Apemantus. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
    give thee none.
  • Apemantus. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
    requests to thy friend. 315
  • Second Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!
  • Apemantus. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass.

[Exit]

  • First Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
    And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes 320
    The very heart of kindness.
  • Second Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
    Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
    Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
    But breeds the giver a return exceeding 325
    All use of quittance.
  • First Lord. The noblest mind he carries
    That ever govern'd man.
  • Second Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?

[Exeunt]

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Act I, Scene 2

A banqueting-room in Timon’s house.

       
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[Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet] [p]served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter [p]TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. [p]Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, [p]discontentedly, like himself]

  • Ventidius. Most honour'd Timon,
    It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
    And call him to long peace.
    He is gone happy, and has left me rich: 340
    Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
    To your free heart, I do return those talents,
    Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
    I derived liberty.
  • Timon. O, by no means, 345
    Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
    I gave it freely ever; and there's none
    Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
    If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
    To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair. 350
  • Timon. Nay, my lords,
    [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
    Ceremony was but devised at first
    To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, 355
    Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
    But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
    Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
    Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit]

  • First Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it.
  • Apemantus. Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
  • Timon. O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
  • Apemantus. No;
    You shall not make me welcome: 365
    I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
  • Timon. Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
    Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.
    They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
    man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by 370
    himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
    he fit for't, indeed.
  • Apemantus. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
    observe; I give thee warning on't.
  • Timon. I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian, 375
    therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
    prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
  • Apemantus. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
    ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
    men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me 380
    to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
    and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
    I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
    Methinks they should invite them without knives;
    Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. 385
    There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
    next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
    breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
    man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
    huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; 390
    Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
    Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
  • Timon. My lord, in heart; and let the health go round.
  • Apemantus. Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides 395
    well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
    look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
    be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
    This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
    Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. 400
    Apemantus' grace.
    Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
    I pray for no man but myself:
    Grant I may never prove so fond,
    To trust man on his oath or bond; 405
    Or a harlot, for her weeping;
    Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
    Or a keeper with my freedom;
    Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
    Amen. So fall to't: 410
    Rich men sin, and I eat root.
    [Eats and drinks]
    Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
  • Timon. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.
  • Alcibiades. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. 415
  • Timon. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
    dinner of friends.
  • Alcibiades. So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
    like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.
  • Apemantus. Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then, 420
    that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
  • First Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
    would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
    some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
    for ever perfect. 425
  • Timon. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
    themselves have provided that I shall have much help
    from you: how had you been my friends else? why
    have you that charitable title from thousands, did
    not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told 430
    more of you to myself than you can with modesty
    speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
    you. O you gods, think I, what need we have any
    friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? they
    were the most needless creatures living, should we 435
    ne'er have use for 'em, and would most resemble
    sweet instruments hung up in cases that keep their
    sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished
    myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We
    are born to do benefits: and what better or 440
    properer can we can our own than the riches of our
    friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have
    so many, like brothers, commanding one another's
    fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!
    Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to 445
    forget their faults, I drink to you.
  • Apemantus. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
  • Second Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes
    And at that instant like a babe sprung up.
  • Apemantus. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. 450
  • Third Lord. I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.

[Tucket, within]

  • Timon. What means that trump?
    [Enter a Servant] 455
    How now?
  • Servant. Please you, my lord, there are certain
    ladies most desirous of admittance.
  • Timon. Ladies! what are their wills?
  • Servant. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which 460
    bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
  • Timon. I pray, let them be admitted.

[Enter Cupid]

  • Cupid. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
    That of his bounties taste! The five best senses 465
    Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
    To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
    Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
    They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
  • Timon. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance: 470
    Music, make their welcome!

[Exit Cupid]

  • First Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
    [Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies]
    as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, 475
    dancing and playing]
  • Apemantus. Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
    They dance! they are mad women.
    Like madness is the glory of this life.
    As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. 480
    We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
    And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
    Upon whose age we void it up again,
    With poisonous spite and envy.
    Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? 485
    Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
    Of their friends' gift?
    I should fear those that dance before me now
    Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
    Men shut their doors against a setting sun. 490
    [The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of]
    TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an
    Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
    strain or two to the hautboys, and cease]
  • Timon. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, 495
    Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
    Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
    You have added worth unto 't and lustre,
    And entertain'd me with mine own device;
    I am to thank you for 't. 500
  • First Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best.
  • Apemantus. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
    taking, I doubt me.
  • Timon. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
    Please you to dispose yourselves. 505

[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies]

  • Timon. The little casket bring me hither. 510
  • Flavius. Yes, my lord. More jewels yet!
    There is no crossing him in 's humour;
    [Aside]
    Else I should tell him,—well, i' faith I should,
    When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could. 515
    'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
    That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

[Exit]

  • Servant. Here, my lord, in readiness. 520

[Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket]

  • Timon. O my friends,
    I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
    I must entreat you, honour me so much 525
    As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
    Kind my lord.
  • First Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,—
  • All. So are we all.

[Enter a Servant]

  • Servant. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
    Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
  • Timon. They are fairly welcome.
  • Flavius. I beseech your honour,
    Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. 535
  • Timon. Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
    I prithee, let's be provided to show them
    entertainment.
  • Flavius. [Aside] I scarce know how.

[Enter a Second Servant]

  • Second Servant. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
    Out of his free love, hath presented to you
    Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
  • Timon. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
    Be worthily entertain'd. 545
    [Enter a third Servant]
    How now! what news?
  • Third Servant. Please you, my lord, that honourable
    gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
    to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour 550
    two brace of greyhounds.
  • Timon. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
    Not without fair reward.
  • Flavius. [Aside] What will this come to?
    He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, 555
    And all out of an empty coffer:
    Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
    To show him what a beggar his heart is,
    Being of no power to make his wishes good:
    His promises fly so beyond his state 560
    That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
    For every word: he is so kind that he now
    Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.
    Well, would I were gently put out of office
    Before I were forced out! 565
    Happier is he that has no friend to feed
    Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
    I bleed inwardly for my lord.

[Exit]

  • Timon. You do yourselves 570
    Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
    Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
  • Second Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.
  • Timon. And now I remember, my lord, you gave 575
    Good words the other day of a bay courser
    I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
  • Second Lord. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
  • Timon. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
    Can justly praise but what he does affect: 580
    I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
    I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
  • Timon. I take all and your several visitations
    So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; 585
    Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
    And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
    Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
    It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
    Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast 590
    Lie in a pitch'd field.
  • Timon. And so
    Am I to you. 595
  • Timon. All to you. Lights, more lights!
  • First Lord. The best of happiness,
    Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
  • Timon. Ready for his friends. 600

[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON]

  • Apemantus. What a coil's here!
    Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
    I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
    That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: 605
    Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
    Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
  • Timon. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
    good to thee.
  • Apemantus. No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too, 610
    there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then
    thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long,
    Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in
    paper shortly: what need these feasts, pomps and
    vain-glories? 615
  • Timon. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
    sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
    with better music.

[Exit]

  • Apemantus. So: 620
    Thou wilt not hear me now; thou shalt not then:
    I'll lock thy heaven from thee.
    O, that men's ears should be
    To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit]

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