Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon
2.Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies, And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp
Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard
3.Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much
Aper. Much.
Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing.
Tim. What meanes that Trumpe? How now? Enter Seruant.
Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies Most desirous of admittance
Tim. Ladies? what are their wils? Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord, which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures
Tim. I pray let them be admitted. Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies.
Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious bosome. There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise: They onely now come but to Feast thine eies
Timo. They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admittance. Musicke make their welcome
Luc. You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd
Aper. Hoyday, What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way. They daunce? They are madwomen, Like Madnesse is the glory of this life, As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote. We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues, And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men, Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen With poysonous Spight and Enuy. Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues; Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues Of their Friends guift: I should feare, those that dance before me now, Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done, Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.
The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes, and cease.
Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace (faire Ladies) Set a faire fashion on our entertainment, Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde: You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster, And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice. I am to thanke you for't
1 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best
Aper. 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 your selues
All La. Most thankfully, my Lord.
Exeunt.
Tim. Flauius
Fla. My Lord
Tim. The little Casket bring me hither
Fla. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet? There is no crossing him in's humor, Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should; When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could: 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde, That man might ne're be wretched for his minde. Enter.
1 Lord. Where be our men? Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse
2 Lord. Our Horses
Tim. O my Friends: I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L[ord]. I must intreat you honour me so much, As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it, Kinde my Lord
1 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts
All. So are we all. Enter a Seruant.
Ser. My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you
Tim. They are fairely welcome. Enter Flauius.