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What time a day is't Apemantus ? My Lord, we always have confessed it. Might we but have that happiness my Lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some partly of our zeals, we should think our selves for ever perfect. We are so virtuously bound. The best of Happiness, Honour, and Fortune's Keep with you Lord Timon. My Lord you take us even at the best. Where be our men? I am so far already in your gifts. O, I beseech you pardon me, my Lord, in that. That time serves still. Hang thy self. He's opposite to humanity. Comes shall we in, And aste Lord Timon's bounty: he outgoes The very heart of kindness. The Noblest mind he carries, That ever governed man. We know him for no less, though we are but stran gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and which I hear from common rumours, now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and passed, and his estate shrinks from him. Do you observe this Hostilius ? Why this is the world's soul, And joust of the same piece Is every Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing Timon has been this Lords Father, And kept his credit with his purse: Supported his estate, nay Timon's money Has paid his men their wages. He never drinks, But Timon's Silver treads upon his Lip, And yet, o see the monstrousness of man, When he looks out in and ungrateful shape; He does deny him (in respect of his) What charitable men afford to Beggars. For mine own partly, I never tasted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties over me, To mark me for his Friend. Yet I protest, For his right Noble mind, illustrious Virtue, And Honourable Carriage, Had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into Donation, And the best half should have returned to him, So much I love his heart: But I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense, For Policy sits above Conscience. Now Captain. What's that? He die. We are for Law, he die, urge it no more On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother, He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. Do you dare our anger? It's in few words, but spacious in effect: We banish thee for ever. If after two days shine, Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier Judgement. And not to swell our Spirit, He shall be executed presently. The good time of day to you, sir. Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we en countried. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial of his several Friends. I should think so. He hath sent me and earnest in uiting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off: but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go. A thousand Pieces. What of you? Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lordship. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lord ship, that I returned you and empty Messenger. Royal Cheer, I warrant you. How do you? What's the news? How? How? How now, my Lords? He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humours sways him. He gave me a Jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. Did you see my Jewel? Let's make no stay. Hear you M. Steward, where's our Master? Are we undone, cast off, nothing remaining? Such a House broke? So Noble a Master fallen, all gone, and not One Friend to take his Fortune by the arm, And go along with him. Where should he have this Gold? It is some poor Fragment, some slender Word of his remainder: the mere want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friends, drove him into this Melancholy. Is not this he? We cannot live on Grass, on Berries, Water, As Beasts, and Birds, and Fish. It's in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us not to have us thrive in our mystery. Let us first see peace in Athens, there is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. Worthy Timon. The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon. Oh forget What we are sorry for our selves in thee: The Senators, with one consent of love, Entreat thee back to Athens, who have thought On special Dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing. Therefore so please thee to return with us, And of our Athens, thine and ours to take The Captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name Live with Authority: so soon we shall driven back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Who Like a Boar too savage, does root up His Countries peace. Therefore Timon. We speak in vain. That's well spoke. These words become your lips as they pass though row them. I Like this well, he will return again. His discontents are unremovably coupled to Nam ture. It requires swift foot. Thou hast painfully discovered: are his Files As full as thy report? Here come our Brother's. These walls of ours, Were not erected by rheir hands, from whom You have received your grief: Nor are they such, That these great Towers, Trophies, & Schools should fallen For private faults in them. All have not offended: For those that were, it is not square to take On those that are, Revenge: Crimes, Like Lands Are not inherited, then deer Countryman, Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage, Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fallen With those that have offended, Like a Shepherd, Approach the Fold, and cull the infected forth, But kill not altogether. Set but thy foot Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall open: So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say thou'lt enter Friendly.