A Gentleman, that well deserves a helpe,
Which he shall have. Ile pay the debt, and free him.

Mes. Your Lordship ever bindes him.

Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,

And being enfranchized bid him come to me;

'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble up,

But to support him after. Fare you well.
Mes. All happinesse to your Honor.

Enter an old Athenian.

Oldm. Lord Timon, heare me speake.

Tim.

Freely good Father.

Oldm. Thou hast a Servant nam'd Lucilius.

Tim. I have so: What of him ?

Oldm. Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.

Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.

Luc. Heere at your Lordships service.

Oldm. This Fellow heere, L. Timon, this thy Creature,

By night frequents my house. I am a man

That from my first have beene inclin'd to thrift,

And my estate deserves an Heyre more rais'd,
Then one which holds a Trencher.

Tim. Well: what further ?

Old. One onely Daughter have I, no Kin else,
On whom I may conferre what I have got :
The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,
And I have bred her at my deerest cost
In Qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I prythee (Noble Lord)
Joyne with me to forbid him her resort,
My selfe have spoke in vaine.
Tim.

The man is honest.

Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon,

His honesty rewards him in it selfe.
It must not beàre my Daughter.

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He is but out-side: These Pensil'd Figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your worke,
And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.
Pain.

The Gods preserve ye.

Tim. Well fare you Gentleman : give me your hand,

We must needs dine together: sir your Jewell

Hath suffered under praise.

Jewel.

:

What my Lord, dispraise ?

Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations,

If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,

It would unclew me quite.

Jewel.

My Lord, 'tis rated

As those which sell would give : but you well know,

Things of like valew differing in the Owners,

Are prized by their Masters. Beleev't deere Lord,

You mend the Jewell by the wearing it.

Tim. Well mock'd.

Enter Apermantus.

Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes the common toong

Which all men speake with him.

Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
Jewel. 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 Knaves honest.

Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaves, thou know'st them not.

Ape. Are they not Athenians ?

Tim. Yes.

Ape. Then I repent not.

Jew. You know me, Apemantus ?

Ape. Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.

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 ye