I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojans.

AS TROILUS 28 going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

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 endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed what verse for it? what instance for it ?Let me see:

• Ignominy.

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.5

As many as be here of panders' 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 thisSome galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottoes.

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your
book forth?

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Let's see your piece.
Pain.
"Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
Pain. Indifferent.

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
One might interpret.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; Is't good?
Poet.

I'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strifes
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!

Poet. The senators of Athens: Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

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
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice

Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet.
I'll unbolt to you
You see how all conditions, how all minds,

4 As soon as my book has been presented to Timon. i.e. The contest of art with nature.

• My design does not stop at any particular character

'Tis conceiv'd to scope.

This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.

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,

Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Drink the free air.

Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these?

Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood,

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Which labor'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Pain. Tis common:

I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.

Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in fu

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 Poel. Vouchsafe my labor, and long live yout lordship!

Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anot.: Go not away. What have you there, my trend! Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.

Tim.

Painting is welcome.

The painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonor traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: These pencil'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.

Pain.
The gods preserve you!
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen:-Give me your
hand:

We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.

Jew.

What, my lor! dispraise! Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd, It would unclew me quite.

Jew.

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim.
Freely, good father.
Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
Tim. I have so: What of him?

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before

thee.

Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius!

Enter LUCILIUS.

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.

creature,

Which all men speak with him.

Tim. Look, who comes here! Will you be ct di

Enter APEMANTUS.

Jew. We will bear with your lordship.

Mer.
Hell pare Bàn thê
Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemans!
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mat

row;

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.

One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron.
To advance their conditions of life.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: What's se, if I be a dog!

Tun. 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 .

Tom. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as plain dealing, which will It cost a man a doit.

T. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet? Port. How now, philosopher?

Apem. Thou liest.

Pet. Art not one?

Apem. Yes.

Poet. Then I lie not.

Apem. Art not a poet?

Port. Yes.

Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, Where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Poef. That's not feign'd, he is so.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labor: He that loves to be flattered, is worthy the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? Apm. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a ed with my heart.

Tim. What, thyself? Alem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.At not thou a merchant?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will

not!

Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest.

Alloding to the proverb: Plain dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars.

1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it.

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I 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

we in,

And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

2 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
All use of quittance.3

1 Lord.

The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man.

2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?

1 Lord. I'll keep you company.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Room of State in Timon's House. Hautboys playing loud Music. A great Banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.

Ven. Most honor'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the gods 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 bound

To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks, and service, from whose help
I deriv'd liberty.

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.
Ven. A noble spirit.

[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON.
Tim.
Nay, my lords, ceremony
Was but devis'd 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.

Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Than my fortunes to me.

[They sit.

1 Lord. My lord, we always have confessed it. Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it? hang'd it, have you

not!

Tim. O, Apemantus!-you are welcome. Apem.

You shall not make me welcome;

No,

1 come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a
humor there

Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame:
They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est,*
But yond' man's ever angry.

Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.

Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athenian; therefore welcome: I myself would have no power: pr'ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should

Meed here means desert.

i.. All the customary returns made in discharge o obligations. Anger is a short madness.