Act 1 - Scene 2
A banqueting-room in Timon's house.
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON,
ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS. Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly,
Most honour'd Timon,
It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
And call him to long peace.
is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I derived liberty.
O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
I gave it freely ever; and there's none
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.
A noble spirit!
Nay, my lords,
They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON
Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
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.
My lord, we always have confess'd it.
Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not?
O, Apemantus, you are welcome.
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've 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.
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