Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius
Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice
Oldm. This Fellow heere, L[ord]. Timon, this thy Creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin"d to thrift, And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais"d, Then one which holds a Trencher
Tim. Well: what further?
Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else, On whom I may conferre what I haue got: The Maid is faire, a"th" youngest for a Bride, And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her loue: I prythee (n.o.ble Lord) Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort, My selfe haue spoke in vaine
Tim. The man is honest
Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon, His honesty rewards him in it selfe, It must not beare my Daughter
Tim. Does she loue him?
Oldm. She is yong and apt: Our owne precedent pa.s.sions do instruct vs What leuities in youth
Tim. Loue you the Maid?
Luc. I my good Lord, and she accepts of it
Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing, I call the G.o.ds to witnesse, I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world, And dispossesse her all
Tim. How shall she be endowed, If she be mated with an equall Husband?
Oldm. Three Talents on the present; in future, all
Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru"d me long: To build his Fortune, I will straine a little, For "tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter, What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize, And make him weigh with her
Oldm. Most n.o.ble Lord, p.a.w.ne me to this your Honour, she is his
Tim. My hand to thee, Mine Honour on my promise
Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you.
Exit
Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour, And long liue your Lordship
Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon: Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?
Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept
Tim. Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almost the Naturall man: For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature, He is but out-side: These Pensil"d Figures are Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke, And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance Till you heare further from me
Pain. The G.o.ds preserue ye
Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell Hath suffered vnder praise
Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise?
Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations, If I should pay you for"t as "tis extold, It would vnclew me quite
Iewel. My Lord, "tis rated As those which sell would giue: but you well know, Things of like valew differing in the Owners, Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu"t deere Lord, You mend the Iewell by the wearing it
Tim. Well mock"d.
Enter Apermantus.
Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes y common toong Which all men speake with him
Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
Iewel. Wee"l beare with your Lordship
Mer. Hee"l spare none
Tim. Good morrow to thee, Gentle Apermantus
Ape. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.
When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest
Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know"st them not?
Ape. Are they not Athenians?
Tim. Yes
Ape. Then I repent not
Iew. You know me, Apemantus?
Ape. Thou know"st I do, I call"d thee by thy name
Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus?
Ape. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon Tim. Whether art going?
Ape. To knocke out an honest Athenians braines
Tim. That"s a deed thou"t dye for
Ape. Right, if doing nothing be death by th" Law
Tim. How lik"st thou this picture Apemantus?
Ape. The best, for the innocence
Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it
Ape. He wrought better that made the Painter, and yet he"s but a filthy peece of worke
Pain. Y"are a Dogge
Ape. Thy Mothers of my generation: what"s she, if I be a Dogge?
Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus?
Ape. No: I eate not Lords
Tim. And thou should"st, thoud"st anger Ladies
Ape. O they eate Lords; So they come by great bellies