PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.— As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!— O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set 'a work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? -Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And at that time bequeath you-my diseases. [Exit. l'oct. So 'tis this comes off well and excellent. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Poet. I'll say of it, Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Pain. How this lord's follow'd! [visitors. Pain. How shall I understand you? Pain. Pain. Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on: Make sacred even his stirrop, and through m Spurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants, A thousand moral paintings I can show, Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the Serv Tim. debt; Aad, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me :— Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius! Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Tim. Tim. Does she love atm Tim. To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? [all And make him weigh with her. Most noble lord, mise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you! [Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not a way. What have you there, my friend? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. Tim. The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me your hand: We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Jew. It would unclew me quite. Jew. My lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would give: But you well know, Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord, Tim. Well mock'd. Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem. The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: What's she, if I be a dog? Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? Apem. No; I eat not lords. Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet? Poet. How now, philosopher? Apem. Thou liest. Poet. Art not one? Poet. Then I lie not. Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feign'd; he is so. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flettered, is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus? Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart. Tim. What, thyself? Apem. Ay. Tim. Wherefore? Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.Art not thou a merchant? Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the gods will not! Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound thee! Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Tim. What trumpet's that? "Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Pray entertain them; give them guide to [Exeunt some Attendants. You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Show me this piece.—I'm joyful of your sights. us. Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Enter Tuo Lords. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest. 1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :~ Go, let him have a table by himself; Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for II come to observe; I give thee warning on't. mean to give thee none. 1 Lord. Hang thyself. Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend. 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. [Exit. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, All use of quittance. 1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. [in? Shall we [Exeunt. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in Timon's House. Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a number I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd. Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; round. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Apem. Flow this way! Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet A brave fellow!-he keeps his tides well. Timon, served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire: VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, drop-This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Tim. O, by no means, Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; If our betters play at that game, we must not dare They all stand ceremoniously looking on Tim. Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Rich men sin, and I eat root. 1 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. Tim. 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 you not 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 never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: 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 properer can we call 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 it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks; to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. [much. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me Apem. Much! [Tucket sounded. Tim. What means that trump?-How now? Enter a Servant. 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. Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies; Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet Attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves. All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies. Tim. Flavius,Flav. My lord. Tim. The little casket bring me hither. Flav. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; Else I should tell him,-Well,-i' faith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. "Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; [Aside. That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. 1 Lord. Where be our men? O my friends, I have one word Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. most desirous of admittance. Tim. Ladies! What are their wills f Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. [not They dance! they are mad women. 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,All. So are we all. Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news? 3 Serv. Please 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. Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward. Flav. [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 puse, or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good |