Apemantus's Grace. ^note
  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 ^note fall to't:
  Rich men sin ^note, and I eat root. [Eats and drinks. ^{note note}
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!

Tim. ^note

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

Alcib.

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

Tim.

You had rather be ^note at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends.

Alcib.

So they were bleeding-new ^note, my lord, there's no meat like 'em: I could wish my best ^note friend at such a feast.

Apem.

Would all those ^note flatterers were thine enemies, then, that then thou ^note mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!

First Lord.

Might we but have that ^note 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 ^note help from you: how had you been my friends else? why have you ^note that charitable ^note title from thousands, did ^note not you chiefly belong to my heart ^note? 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 ^note have need of 'em? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for

'em, ^note and would ^note most resemble ^note sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep ^note their ^note 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 ^note, e'en made away ^note ere't ^note can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out ^note water, methinks: to ^note forget their faults, I ^note drink to you.

Apem.
Thou weep'st to ^note make them drink ^note, Timon.

Sec. Lord. ^note
Joy had the like conception in our eyes,
And at that instant like a babe ^note sprung up.

Apem.
Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

Third Lord.
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.

Apem.
Much! ^note [Tucket, within. ^note

Tim.
What means that trump? Enter a Servant.
How now! ^note

Serv.

Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance. ^note

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. ^noteEnter Cupid. ^note

Cup.
Hail to thee, worthy ^note Timon! and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best ^note senses
Acknowledge thee their patron, and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,
Taste, touch, and smell, pleased from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes. ^note

Tim.
They're ^note welcome all; let 'em ^note have kind admittance:
Music, make ^note their welcome! ^note [Exit Cupid. ^note

First Lord. ^note
You see, my lord, how ample ^note you're ^note beloved. Music. Re-enter ^note Cupid, with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing.

Apem.
Hoy-day ^note, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance! ^{note note} they are ^note mad women.

Like madness is the glory of this life, ^note
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. ^note
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. ^note
Who lives, that's not depraved ^note or depraves?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift? ^{note note}
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has ^note been done;
Men shut their doors against a ^note setting sun. The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of Timon; and to show their loves, each singles ^note out an Amazon, ^note and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.

Tim.
You have done our pleasures much ^note grace, fair ^note ladies ^note,
Set ^note a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have ^note added worth ^note unto 't and ^note lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device:
I am to thank you for't ^note.

First Lady. ^note
My lord, you take us even ^note at the best.

Apem.

Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me ^note.

Tim.
Ladies, there is ^note an idle banquet attends you:
Please you to dispose yourselves ^note.

All Lad.
Most thankfully, my lord. [Exeunt ^note Cupid and Ladies.

Tim.
Flavius!

Flav.
My lord?

Tim.
The little casket bring me hither.

Flav.
Yes, my lord. [Aside ^note] More jewels yet!
There is ^note no crossing him in 's ^note humour ^note;
Else I should tell him—well ^note, i' faith, I should—
When all's spent, he'ld be cross'd then, an ^note he could.
'Tis pity bounty had ^note not eyes behind,
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. [Exit. ^note

First Lord. ^note
Where be our men? ^note

Serv.
Here, my lord, in readiness.

Sec. Lord. ^note
Our horses! Re-enter ^note Flavius, with the casket.

Tim.
O my friends ^note,
I have one word to say to you: look you, my good ^note lord ^note,

I must entreat you, honour me so much ^note
As to advance this jewel; ^note accept it ^note and wear it,
Kind my ^note lord ^note.

First Lord. ^note
I am so far already in your gifts,— ^{note note}

All.
So are we all. ^noteEnter a Servant.

Serv.

My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted and come to visit you ^note.

Tim.

They are fairly welcome.

Flav.

I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near ^note.

Tim.

Near! ^note why, then, another time I'll hear thee: I prithee, let's be provided to show them entertainment. ^note

Flav. [Aside ^note]

I scarce know how.

Sec. Serv. ^note
May it please your honour, Lord ^note Lucius
Out of his free love hath presented to ^note you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver ^{note note}.

Tim.
I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Be worthily entertain'd. Enter a third Servant.
How now! what news?

Third Serv.

Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord ^note Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour ^note two brace of greyhounds ^note.

Tim.
I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
Not without fair reward ^note.

Flav. [Aside ^note]
What will this come to?
He ^note commands us to provide and give great gifts, and all ^note
out of an empty coffer ^note:
Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
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 ^note
For every word: he is so kind that ^note he now ^note
Pays interest for't; his land 's ^note put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office,
Before ^note I were forced out ^{note note}! ^note
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed ^note inwardly for my lord. [Exit.

Tim.
You do yourselves

Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits.
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. ^note

Sec. Lord. ^note

With more than common thanks I will receive it ^note.

Third Lord.

O, he 's ^note the very soul of bounty!

Tim.

And now I remember ^note, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode ^note on. 'Tis ^note yours, because you liked it. ^note

Third Lord. ^note

O, ^note I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that ^note.

Tim.

You 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 ^note own: ^note I'll tell ^note you true. I'll call to you ^note. ^note

All Lords.
O, ^note none so welcome.

Tim.
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give:
Methinks, ^note I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
It comes ^note in charity to thee: for all ^note thy living
Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alcib.
Ay, defiled ^note land, my lord.

First Lord.
We are so virtuously bound— ^note

Tim.
And so am I to you.

Sec. Lord.
So infinitely ^note endear'd ^note— ^note

Tim.
All to you. Lights ^note, more lights ^note!

First Lord.

The best of happiness, honour and fortunes ^note, keep with ^note you, Lord Timon! ^{note note}

Tim.
Ready ^note for his friends. [Exeunt ^note all but Apemantus and Timon. ^note

Apem.
What a coil 's here!
Serving of becks ^note and jutting-out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. ^note Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

Tim.
Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem.

No, 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 ^note shortly: what needs ^note these feasts, pomps and vain-glories?

Tim.

Nay, an ^note you begin to rail on society once ^note, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music. ^note

Apem.

So: thou wilt ^note not hear me ^note now; thou shalt not then: I'll lock thy ^note heaven ^note from thee.