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Timon of Athens

ACT I SCENE II A banqueting-room in Timon's house. 
[ Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself ]
VENTIDIUSMost 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:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound5
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I derived liberty.
TIMONO, by no means,
Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:10
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.
VENTIDIUSA noble spirit!15
TIMONNay, my lords,
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.20
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
[They sit]
First LordMy lord, we always have confess'd it.
APEMANTUSHo, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
TIMONO, Apemantus, you are welcome.25
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
TIMONFie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
Does not become a man: 'tis much to blame.30
They say, my lords, 'ira furor brevis est;' but yond
man is ever angry. Go, let him have a table by
himself, for he does neither affect company, nor is
he fit for't, indeed.
APEMANTUSLet me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to35
observe; I give thee warning on't.
TIMONI take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
APEMANTUSI scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should40
ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
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:45
Methinks they should invite them without knives;
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
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 readiest50
man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
TIMONMy lord, in heart; and let the health go round.55
Second LordLet it flow this way, my good lord.
APEMANTUSFlow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
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:60
This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
Apemantus' grace.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:65
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
Or a keeper with my freedom;70
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks]
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
TIMONCaptain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.75
ALCIBIADESMy heart is ever at your service, my lord.
TIMONYou had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
dinner of friends.
ALCIBIADESSo the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.80
APEMANTUSWould all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
First LordMight 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 ourselves85
for ever perfect.
TIMONO, 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, did90
not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
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? they95
were the most needless creatures living, should we
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. We100
are born to do benefits: and what better or
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!105
Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks: to
forget their faults, I drink to you.
APEMANTUSThou weepest to make them drink, Timon.
Second LordJoy had the like conception in our eyes
And at that instant like a babe sprung up.110
APEMANTUSHo, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
Third LordI promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
[Tucket, within]
TIMONWhat means that trump?
[Enter a Servant]
How now?115
ServantPlease you, my lord, there are certain
ladies most desirous of admittance.
TIMONLadies! what are their wills?
ServantThere comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
bears that office, to signify their pleasures.120
TIMONI pray, let them be admitted.
[Enter Cupid]
CupidHail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,125
Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
TIMONThey're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
Music, make their welcome!
[Exit Cupid]
First LordYou see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.130
[ Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing ]
APEMANTUSHoy-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.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;135
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?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves140
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.
[ 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 ]
TIMONYou have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,145
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.150
First LadyMy lord, you take us even at the best.
APEMANTUS'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.
TIMONLadies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
Please you to dispose yourselves.155
All LadiesMost thankfully, my lord.
[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies]
TIMONThe little casket bring me hither.
FLAVIUSYes, my lord. More jewels yet!160
There is no crossing him in 's humour;
Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should,
When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.165
First LordWhere be our men?
ServantHere, my lord, in readiness.
Second LordOur horses!
[Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket]
TIMONO my friends,
I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,170
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.
First LordI am so far already in your gifts,--
AllSo are we all.175
[Enter a Servant]
ServantMy lord, there are certain nobles of the senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
TIMONThey are fairly welcome.
FLAVIUSI beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.180
TIMONNear! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
I prithee, let's be provided to show them
FLAVIUS[Aside] I scarce know how.
[Enter a Second Servant]
Second ServantMay it please your honour, Lord Lucius,185
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
TIMONI shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Be worthily entertain'd.
[Enter a third Servant]
How now! what news?190
Third ServantPlease you, my lord, that honourable
gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company
to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour
two brace of greyhounds.
TIMONI'll hunt with him; and let them be received,195
Not without fair reward.
FLAVIUS[Aside] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer:
Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,200
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
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For every word: he is so kind that he now205
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!
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.210
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
TIMONYou do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
Second LordWith more than common thanks I will receive it.215
Third LordO, he's the very soul of bounty!
TIMONAnd now I remember, my lord, you gave
Good words the other day of a bay courser
I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it.
Second LordO, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.220
TIMONYou may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
Can justly praise but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
All LordsO, none so welcome.225
TIMONI take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;230
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.
ALCIBIADESAy, defiled land, my lord.
First LordWe are so virtuously bound--235
Am I to you.
Second LordSo infinitely endear'd--
TIMONAll to you. Lights, more lights!
First LordThe best of happiness,240
Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
TIMONReady for his friends.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON]
APEMANTUSWhat a coil's here!
Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums245
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
TIMONNow, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
good to thee.250
APEMANTUSNo, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
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 and255
TIMONNay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come
with better music.
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!

Timon of Athens, Act 2, Scene 1


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