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

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