His honesty rewards him in itself; Tim. Does she love him? Old Ath. She is young and apt: Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth. Tim. [To Lucilius] Love you the maid? Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Old Ath. 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, Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents on the present; in future, all. Tim. 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: And make him weigh with her. Old Ath. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may That 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! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my friend? 130 140 150 Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. Tim. Painting is welcome. Pain. The gods preserve ye! Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel What, my lord! dispraise? Jew. Jew. Are prized by their masters: believe 't, dear lord, Tim. Well mock'd. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here: will you be chid? Enter APEMANTUS. Jew. We'll bear, with your lordship. He'll spare none. Mer. morrow; 168. unclew, unwind, i.e. strip bare. 160 170 SC. I Timon of Athens When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus ? Apem. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? 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're 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 shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies. Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour. 180 190 200 210 Shak. atop 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? poet ! Poet. How now, philosopher! Apem. Thou liest. Poet. Art not one? Apem. Yes. Poet. Then I lie not. Apem. Art not a poet ? Poet. Yes. How now, 220 Apem. Then thou liest look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow. Poet. That's not feigned; he is so. Apem. 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! Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? Apem. E'en 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. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apem. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee! 230 240 241. Of the many conjectured the anonymous, That I had emendations perhaps the best is no ampler wit than be a lord.' Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger. Tim. What trumpet's that? Mess. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, 250 All of companionship. Tim. 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, Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest. Most welcome, sir! Apem. So, so, there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey. Alcib. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. Tim. [Exeunt all except Apemantus. Enter two Lords. First Lord. What time o' day is 't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest. First Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. Sec. Lord. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast? 260 270 |