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Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill.
Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne'er left men i'the mire :
This, and my food, are equals ; there's no 'odds.
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

APEMANTUS's 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;
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 :
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus !

Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.

Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. ..Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends.

· Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.

1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my Jord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.

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for ever perfect.] Arrived at the perfection of happiness. 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.' 0, 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 resem- . ble 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. 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me

much. Apem. Much!

Tucket sounded.

9 that charitable title -] Charitable signifies, dear, endearing.

"confirm you.) I fix your characters firmly, in my own mind.

2 O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born!] Tears being the effect both of joy and grief, supplied our author with an opportunity of conceit, which he seldom fails to indulge.' Timon, weeping with a kind of tender pleasure, cries out, 0 joy, e'en made arvay, destroyed, turned to tears, before it can be born, before it can be fully possessed. JOHNSON.

· Tim. What means that trump!-How now?

'. Enter a Servant. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.

Tim. Ladies? What are their wills?

Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted,

Enter CUPID. ' Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;--and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best sense's. Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Tastė, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. T'imp They are welcome all; let them have kind

admittance: . Musick, make their welcome.

[Exit Cupid. | Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are

belov'd.

Musick. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies

as Amazons, with Lutes in their Hands, dancing,
and playing.
Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes

. this day!
They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.

3 Like madness is the glory of this life,

4s this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.] Apemantus means to say that the glory of this life was just as much madness in the

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? 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: It has been done;
Men shut their doors against á 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.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace,

fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;s
I am to thank you for it.

i 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,

eye of reason, as the pomp appeared to be, when compared to the frugal repast of a philosopher.

of their friends' gift?] Given them by their friends. 5 m ine own device;] The mask appears to have been designed by Timon, to surprize his guests.

even at the best.] i. e, “ You have conceived the fairest of us.”

signed by Timeown device; 3792. Given the

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; [Aside, 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; 8 That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.'

Exit, and returns with the Casket, i Lord. Where be our inen? Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. 2 Lord. Our horses.

Tim. ... O my friends, I have one word
To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, 'I must
Entreat you, honour me so much, as to
Advance this jewel;
Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,
All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant,
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the

senate
Newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Flav.

I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee:

T h e'd be cross'd then, an he could.] i. e. he will then too late wish that it were possible to undo what he had done: he will in vain lament that I did not [cross or] thwart him in his career of prodigality.

8 had not eyes behind;] To see the miseries that are fola lowing her. Johnson. 9 for his mind.] For nobleness of soul. · Johnson.

to Advance this jewel;] To prefer it; to raise it to honour by · wearing it. JOHNSON.

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