SCENE: Athens and the neighbouring woods   ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. TIMON'S house  Enter POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and MERCER, at several doors    POET. Good day, sir.   PAINTER. I am glad y'are well.   POET. I have not seen you long; how goes the world?   PAINTER. It wears, sir, as it grows.   POET. Ay, that's well known.     But what particular rarity? What strange,     Which manifold record not matches? See,     Magic of bounty, all these spirits thy power     Hath conjur'd to attend! I know the merchant.   PAINTER. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.   MERCHANT. O, 'tis a worthy lord!   JEWELLER. Nay, that's most fix'd.   MERCHANT. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,     To an untirable and continuate goodness.     He passes.   JEWELLER. I have a jewel here-   MERCHANT. O, pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?   JEWELLER. If he will touch the estimate. But for that-   POET. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile,     It stains the glory in that happy verse     Which aptly sings the good.   MERCHANT. [Looking at the jewel] 'Tis a good form.   JEWELLER. And rich. Here is a water, look ye.   PAINTER. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication     To the great lord.   POET. A thing slipp'd idly from me.     Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes     From whence 'tis nourish'd. The fire i' th' flint     Shows not till it be struck: our gentle flame     Provokes itself, and like the current flies     Each bound it chafes. What have you there?   PAINTER. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?   POET. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.     Let's see your piece.   PAINTER. 'Tis a good piece.   POET. So 'tis; this comes off well and excellent.   PAINTER. Indifferent.   POET. Admirable. How this grace     Speaks his own standing! What a mental power     This eye shoots forth! How big imagination     Moves in this lip! To th' dumbness of the gesture     One might interpret.   PAINTER. It is a pretty mocking of the life.     Here is a touch; is't good?   POET. I will say of it     It tutors nature. Artificial strife     Lives in these touches, livelier than life.                Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over    PAINTER. How this lord is followed!   POET. The senators of Athens- happy man!   PAINTER. Look, moe!   POET. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.     I have in this rough work shap'd out a man     Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug     With amplest entertainment. My free drift     Halts not particularly, but moves itself     In a wide sea of tax. No levell'd malice     Infects one comma in the course I hold,     But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,     Leaving no tract behind.   PAINTER. How shall I understand you?   POET. I will unbolt to you.     You see how all conditions, how all minds-     As well of glib and slipp'ry creatures as     Of grave and austere quality, tender down     Their services to Lord Timon. His large fortune,     Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,     Subdues and properties to his love and tendance     All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer     To Apemantus, that few things loves better     Than to abhor himself; even he drops down     The knee before him, and returns in peace     Most rich in Timon's nod.   PAINTER. I saw them speak together.   POET. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill     Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd. The base o' th' mount     Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures     That labour on the bosom of this sphere     To propagate their states. Amongst them all     Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd     One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,     Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;     Whose present grace to present slaves and servants     Translates his rivals.   PAINTER. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope.     This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,     With one man beckon'd from the rest below,     Bowing his head against the steepy mount     To climb his happiness, would be well express'd     In our condition.   POET. Nay, sir, but hear me on.     All those which were his fellows but of late-     Some better than his value- on the moment     Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,     Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,     Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him     Drink the free air.   PAINTER. Ay, marry, what of these?   POET. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood     Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants,     Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top     Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,     Not one accompanying his declining foot.   PAINTER. 'Tis common.     A thousand moral paintings I can show     That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's     More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well     To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen     The foot above the head.           Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself           courteously to every suitor, a MESSENGER from          VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other                        servants following    TIMON. Imprison'd is he, say you?   MESSENGER. Ay, my good lord. Five talents is his debt;     His means most short, his creditors most strait.     Your honourable letter he desires     To those have shut him up; which failing,     Periods his comfort.   TIMON. Noble Ventidius! Well.     I am not of that feather to shake of     My friend when he must need me. I do know him     A gentleman that well deserves a help,     Which he shall have. I'll pay the debt, and free him.   MESSENGER. Your lordship ever binds him.   TIMON. Commend me to him; I will send his ransom;     And being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me.     'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,     But to support him after. Fare you well.   MESSENGER. All happiness to your honour!                  Exit                        Enter an OLD ATHENIAN    OLD ATHENIAN. Lord Timon, hear me speak.   TIMON. Freely, good father.   OLD ATHENIAN. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius.   TIMON. I have so; what of him?   OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.   TIMON. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!   LUCILIUS. Here, at your lordship's service.   OLD ATHENIAN. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,     By night frequents my house. I am a man     That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift,     And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd     Than one which holds a trencher.   TIMON. Well; what further?   OLD ATHENIAN. One only daughter have I, no kin else,     On whom I may confer what I have got.     The maid is fair, o' th' youngest for a bride,     And I have bred her at my dearest cost     In qualities of the best. This man of thine     Attempts her love; I prithee, noble lord,     Join with me to forbid him her resort;     Myself have spoke in vain.   TIMON. The man is honest.   OLD ATHENIAN. Therefore he will be, Timon.     His honesty rewards him in itself;     It must not bear my daughter.   TIMON. Does she love him?   OLD ATHENIAN. She is young and apt:     Our own precedent passions do instruct us     What levity's in youth.   TIMON. Love you the maid?   LUCILIUS. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.   OLD ATHENIAN. If in her marriage my consent be missing,     I call the gods to witness I will choose     Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,     And dispossess her all.   TIMON. How shall she be endow'd,     If she be mated with an equal husband?   OLD ATHENIAN. Three talents on the present; in future, all.   TIMON. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;.     To build his fortune I will strain a little,     For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:     What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,     And make him weigh with her.   OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble lord,     Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.   TIMON. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.   LUCILIUS. Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may     That state or fortune fall into my keeping     Which is not owed to you!                                 Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN   POET. [Presenting his poem] Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your     lordship!   TIMON. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon;     Go not away. What have you there, my friend?   PAINTER. A piece of painting, which I do beseech     Your lordship to accept.   TIMON. Painting is welcome.     The painting is almost the natural man;     For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,     He is but outside; these pencill'd figures are     Even such as they give out. I like your work,     And you shall find I like it; wait attendance     Till you hear further from me.   PAINTER. The gods preserve ye!   TIMON. Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand;     We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel     Hath suffered under praise.   JEWELLER. What, my lord! Dispraise?   TIMON. A mere satiety of commendations;     If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,     It would unclew me quite.   JEWELLER. My lord, 'tis rated     As those which sell would give; but you well know     Things of like value, differing in the owners,     Are prized by their masters. Believe't, dear lord,     You mend the jewel by the wearing it.   TIMON. Well mock'd.                        Enter APEMANTUS    MERCHANT. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,     Which all men speak with him.   TIMON. Look who comes here; will you be chid?   JEWELLER. We'll bear, with your lordship.   MERCHANT. He'll spare none.   TIMON. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!   APEMANTUS. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;     When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.   TIMON. Why dost thou call them knaves? Thou know'st them not.   APEMANTUS. Are they not Athenians?   TIMON. Yes.   APEMANTUS. Then I repent not.   JEWELLER. You know me, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name.   TIMON. Thou art proud, Apemantus.   APEMANTUS. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.   TIMON. Whither art going?   APEMANTUS. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.   TIMON. That's a deed thou't die for.   APEMANTUS. Right, if doing nothing be death by th' law.   TIMON. How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. The best, for the innocence.   TIMON. Wrought he not well that painted it?   APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's     but a filthy piece of work.   PAINTER. Y'are a dog.   APEMANTUS. Thy mother's of my generation; what's she, if I be a dog?   TIMON. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. No; I eat not lords.   TIMON. An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies.   APEMANTUS. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.   TIMON. That's a lascivious apprehension.   APEMANTUS. So thou apprehend'st it take it for thy labour.   TIMON. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. Not so well as plain dealing, which will not cost a man     a doit.   TIMON. What dost thou think 'tis worth?   APEMANTUS. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!   POET. How now, philosopher!   APEMANTUS. Thou liest.   POET. Art not one?   APEMANTUS. Yes.   POET. Then I lie not.   APEMANTUS. Art not a poet?   POET. Yes.   APEMANTUS. Then thou liest. Look in thy last work, where thou hast     feign'd him a worthy fellow.   POET. That's not feign'd- he is so.   APEMANTUS. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy     labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer.     Heavens, that I were a lord!   TIMON. What wouldst do then, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. E'en as Apemantus does now: hate a lord with my heart.   TIMON. What, thyself?   APEMANTUS. Ay.   TIMON. Wherefore?   APEMANTUS. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.- Art not thou a     merchant?   MERCHANT. Ay, Apemantus.   APEMANTUS. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!   MERCHANT. If traffic do it, the gods do it.   APEMANTUS. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound thee!                  Trumpet sounds. Enter a MESSENGER    TIMON. What trumpet's that?   MESSENGER. 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,     All of companionship.   TIMON. Pray entertain them; give them guide to us.                                           Exeunt some attendants     You must needs dine with me. Go not you hence     Till I have thank'd you. When dinner's done     Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.                  Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest      Most welcome, sir!                             [They salute]   APEMANTUS. So, so, there!     Aches contract and starve your supple joints!     That there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves,     And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out     Into baboon and monkey.   ALCIBIADES. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed     Most hungerly on your sight.   TIMON. Right welcome, sir!     Ere we depart we'll share a bounteous time     In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.                                         Exeunt all but APEMANTUS                          Enter two LORDS    FIRST LORD. What time o' day is't, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. Time to be honest.   FIRST LORD. That time serves still.   APEMANTUS. The more accursed thou that still omit'st it.   SECOND LORD. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast.   APEMANTUS. Ay; to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.   SECOND LORD. Fare thee well, fare thee well.   APEMANTUS. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.   SECOND LORD. Why, Apemantus?   APEMANTUS. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give     thee none.   FIRST LORD. Hang thyself.   APEMANTUS. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests     to thy friend.   SECOND LORD. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.   APEMANTUS. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' ass.  Exit   FIRST LORD. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in     And taste Lord Timon's bounty? He outgoes     The very heart of kindness.   SECOND LORD. He pours it out: Plutus, the god of gold,     Is but his steward; no meed but he repays     Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him     But breeds the giver a return exceeding     All use of quittance.   FIRST LORD. The noblest mind he carries     That ever govern'd man.   SECOND LORD. Long may he live in fortunes! shall we in?   FIRST LORD. I'll keep you company.                      Exeunt     SCENE II. A room of state in TIMON'S house  Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet serv'd in; FLAVIUS and others attending; and then enter LORD TIMON, the states, the ATHENIAN LORDS, VENTIDIUS, which TIMON redeem'd from prison. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly, like himself    VENTIDIUS. Most honoured Timon,     It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's age,     And call him to long peace.     He is gone happy, and has left me rich.     Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound     To your free heart, I do return those talents,     Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help     I deriv'd liberty.   TIMON. O, by no means,     Honest Ventidius! You mistake my love;     I gave it freely ever; and there's none     Can truly say he gives, if he receives.     If our betters play at that game, we must not dare     To imitate them: faults that are rich are fair.   VENTIDIUS. A noble spirit!   TIMON. Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devis'd at first     To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,     Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;     But where there is true friendship there needs none.     Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes     Than my fortunes to me.                           [They sit]   FIRST LORD. My lord, we always have confess'd it.   APEMANTUS. Ho, ho, confess'd it! Hang'd it, have you not?   TIMON. O, Apemantus, you are welcome.   APEMANTUS. No;     You shall not make me welcome.     I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.   TIMON. Fie, th'art a churl; ye have got a humour there     Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame.     They say, my lords, Ira furor brevis est; but yond man is ever     angry. Go, let him have a table by himself; for he does neither     affect company nor is he fit for't indeed.   APEMANTUS. Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon.     I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.   TIMON. I take no heed of thee. Th'art an Athenian, therefore     welcome. I myself would have no power; prithee let my meat make     thee silent.   APEMANTUS. I scorn thy meat; 't'would choke me, for I should ne'er     flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men eats Timon, and he     sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one     man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.     I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.     Methinks they should invite them without knives:     Good for their meat and safer for their lives.     There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now,     parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided     draught, is the readiest man to kill him. 'T has been proved. If     I were a huge man I should fear to drink at meals.     Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:     Great men should drink with harness on their throats.   TIMON. My lord, in heart! and let the health go round.   SECOND LORD. Let it flow this way, my good lord.   APEMANTUS. Flow this way! A brave fellow! He keeps his tides well.     Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon.     Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which     ne'er left man i' th' mire.     This and my food are equals; there's no odds.'     Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.                    APEMANTUS' Grace             Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;            I pray for no man but myself.            Grant I may never prove so fond            To trust man on his oath or bond,            Or a harlot for her weeping,            Or a dog that seems a-sleeping,            Or a keeper with my freedom,            Or my friends, if I should need 'em.            Amen. So fall to't.            Rich men sin, and I eat root.       [Eats and drinks]      Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!   TIMON. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now.   ALCIBIADES. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.   TIMON. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than dinner of     friends.   ALCIBIADES. So they were bleeding new, my lord, there's no meat     like 'em; I could wish my best friend at such a feast.   APEMANTUS. Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that     then thou mightst kill 'em, and bid me to 'em.   FIRST LORD. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you     would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of     our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.   TIMON. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have     provided that I shall have much help from you. How had you been     my friends else? Why have you that charitable title from     thousands, did not you chiefly belong to my heart? I have told     more of you to myself than you can with modesty speak in your own     behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O you gods, think I, what     need we have any friends if we should ne'er have need of 'em?     They were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er     have use for 'em; and would most resemble sweet instruments hung     up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have     often wish'd myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We     are born to do benefits; and what better or properer can we call     our own than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious     comfort 'tis to have so many like brothers commanding one     another's fortunes! O, joy's e'en made away ere't can be born!     Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks. To forget their     faults, I drink to you.   APEMANTUS. Thou weep'st to make them drink, Timon.   SECOND LORD. Joy had the like conception in our eyes,     And at that instant like a babe sprung up.   APEMANTUS. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.   THIRD LORD. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much.   APEMANTUS. Much!                                [Sound tucket]   TIMON. What means that trump?                          Enter a SERVANT      How now?   SERVANT. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most     desirous of admittance.   TIMON. Ladies! What are their wills?   SERVANT. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears     that office to signify their pleasures.   TIMON. I pray let them be admitted.                            Enter CUPID   CUPID. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all     That of his bounties taste! The five best Senses     Acknowledge thee their patron, and come freely     To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. Th' Ear,     Taste, Touch, Smell, pleas'd from thy table rise;     They only now come but to feast thine eyes.   TIMON. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance.     Music, make their welcome.                        Exit CUPID   FIRST LORD. You see, my lord, how ample y'are belov'd.        Music. Re-enter CUPID, witb a Masque of LADIES as Amazons,           with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing    APEMANTUS. Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!     They dance? They are mad women.     Like madness is the glory of this life,     As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.     We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves,     And spend our flatteries to drink those men     Upon whose age we void it up again     With poisonous spite and envy.     Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?     Who dies that bears not one spurn to their graves     Of their friends' gift?     I should fear those that dance before me now     Would one day stamp upon me. 'T has been done:     Men shut their doors against a setting sun.           The LORDS rise from table, with much adoring of         TIMON; and to show their loves, each single out an           Amazon, and all dance, men witb women, a lofty             strain or two to the hautboys, and cease    TIMON. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,     Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,     Which was not half so beautiful and kind;     You have added worth unto't and lustre,     And entertain'd me with mine own device;     I am to thank you for't.   FIRST LADY. My lord, you take us even at the best.   APEMANTUS. Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold     taking, I doubt me.   TIMON. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you;     Please you to dispose yourselves.   ALL LADIES. Most thankfully, my lord.                                          Exeunt CUPID and LADIES   TIMON. Flavius!   FLAVIUS. My lord?   TIMON. The little casket bring me hither.   FLAVIUS. Yes, my lord. [Aside] More jewels yet!     There is no crossing him in's humour,     Else I should tell him- well i' faith, I should-     When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.     'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,     That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.          Exit   FIRST LORD. Where be our men?   SERVANT. Here, my lord, in readiness.   SECOND LORD. Our horses!                 Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket    TIMON. O my friends,     I have one word to say to you. Look you, my good lord,     I must entreat you honour me so much     As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,     Kind my lord.   FIRST LORD. I am so far already in your gifts-   ALL. So are we all.                         Enter a SERVANT    SERVANT. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate newly     alighted and come to visit you.   TIMON. They are fairly welcome.                   Exit SERVANT   FLAVIUS. I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does     concern you near.   TIMON. Near! Why then, another time I'll hear thee. I prithee let's     be provided to show them entertainment.   FLAVIUS. [Aside] I scarce know how.                       Enter another SERVANT    SECOND SERVANT. May it please vour honour, Lord Lucius, out of his     free love, hath presented to you four milk-white horses, trapp'd     in silver.   TIMON. I shall accept them fairly. Let the presents     Be worthily entertain'd.                        Exit SERVANT                        Enter a third SERVANT      How now! What news?   THIRD SERVANT. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord     Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him and     has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.   TIMON. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,     Not without fair reward.                        Exit SERVANT   FLAVIUS. [Aside] What will this come to?     He commands us to provide and give great gifts,     And all out of an empty coffer;     Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,     To show him what a beggar his heart is,     Being of no power to make his wishes good.     His promises fly so beyond his state     That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes     For ev'ry word. He is so kind that he now     Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.     Well, would I were gently put out of office     Before I were forc'd out!     Happier is he that has no friend to feed     Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.     I bleed inwardly for my lord.                           Exit   TIMON. You do yourselves much wrong;     You bate too much of your own merits.     Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.   SECOND LORD. With more than common thanks I will receive it.   THIRD LORD. O, he's the very soul of bounty!   TIMON. And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other     day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis yours because you lik'd it.   THIRD LORD. O, I beseech you pardon me, my lord, in that.   TIMON. You may take my word, my lord: I know no man     Can justly praise but what he does affect.     I weigh my friend's affection with mine own.     I'll tell you true; I'll call to you.   ALL LORDS. O, none so welcome!   TIMON. I take all and your several visitations     So kind to heart 'tis not enough to give;     Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends     And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,     Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich.     It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living     Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast     Lie in a pitch'd field.   ALCIBIADES. Ay, defil'd land, my lord.   FIRST LORD. We are so virtuously bound-   TIMON. And so am I to you.   SECOND LORD. So infinitely endear'd-   TIMON. All to you. Lights, more lights!   FIRST LORD. The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes, keep with     you, Lord Timon!   TIMON. Ready for his friends.                               Exeunt all but APEMANTUS and TIMON   APEMANTUS. What a coil's here!     Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!     I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums     That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:     Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.     Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies.   TIMON. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen     I would be good to thee.   APEMANTUS. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there     would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin     the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give     away thyself in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps,     and vain-glories?   TIMON. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to     give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music.  Exit   APEMANTUS. So. Thou wilt not hear me now: thou shalt not then. I'll     lock thy heaven from thee.     O that men's ears should be     To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!                   Exit