Timon of Athens/ Timon von Athen, Bilingual edition (English with line numbers and German translation) E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 213

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The Shakespeare tragedy, in English, with line numbers, and translated to German. According to Wikipedia: "The Life of Timon of Athens is a play by William Shakespeare about the fortunes of an Athenian named Timon (and probably influenced by the philosopher of the same name, as well), generally regarded as one of his most obscure and difficult works. Originally grouped with the tragedies, it is generally considered such, but some scholars group it with the problem plays."

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TIMON OF ATHENS

TIMON VON ATHEN VON WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, ÜBERSETZT VON CHRISTOPH MARTIN WIELAND

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TIMON OF ATHENS BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Dramatis Personae

Timon Of Athens

Act I

Scene I Athens. A Hall In Timon's House.

Scene II A Banqueting-Room In Timon's House.

Act II

Scene I A Senator's House.

Scene II The Same. A Hall In Timon's House.

Act III

Scene I A Room In Lucullus' House.

Scene II A Public Place.

Scene III A Room In Sempronius' House.

Scene IV The Same. A Hall In Timon's House.

Scene V The Same. The Senate-House. The Senate Sitting.

Scene VI The Same. A Banqueting-Room In Timon's House.

Act IV

Scene I Without The Walls Of Athens.

Scene II Athens. A Room In Timon's House.

Scene III Woods And Cave, Near The Seashore.

Act V

Scene I The Woods. Before Timon's Cave.

Scene II Before The Walls Of Athens.

Scene III The Woods. Timon's Cave, And A Rude Tomb Seen.

Scene IV Before The Walls Of Athens.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Timon Of Athens.

Flattering Lords

Lucius

Lucullus

Sempronius

Ventidius, One Of Timon's False Friends.

Alcibiades, An Athenian Captain.

Apemantus, A Churlish Philosopher.

Flavius, Steward To Timon.

 Poet, Painter, Jeweller, And Merchant. (Poet:)

 (Painter:)

 (Jeweller:)

 (Merchant:)

 An Old Athenian. (Old Athenian:)

Servants To Timon

Flaminius

Lucilius

Servilius

Servants To Timon's Creditors

Caphis

Philotus

Titus

Lucius

Hortensius

And Others |

 A Page. (Page:)

 A Fool. (Fool:)

 Three Strangers.

 (First Stranger:)

 (Second Stranger:)

 (Third Stranger:)

Mistresses To Alcibiades

Phrynia

Timandra |

 Cupid and Amazons in the mask. (Cupid:)

 Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,

 Banditti, and Attendants.

 (First Lord:)

 (Second Lord:)

 (Third Lord:)

 (Fourth Lord:)

 (Senator:)

 (First Senator:)

 (Second Senator:)

 (Third Senator:)

 (Soldier:)

 (First Bandit:)

 (Second Bandit:)

 (Third Bandit:)

 (Messenger:)

 (Servant:)

 (First Servant:)

 (Second Servant:)

 (Third Servant:)

 (Varro's First Servant:)

 (Varro's Second Servant:)

 (Lucilius' Servant:)

SCENE Athens, and the neighbouring woods.

TIMON OF ATHENS

ACT I

SCENE I Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

 [Enter POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and others, at several doors]

(1) POET Good day, sir.

PAINTER                   I am glad you're 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 conjured 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.

(10) MERCHANT A most incomparable man, breathed, 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 [Reciting to himself]  'When we for recompense have

 praised the vile,

 It stains the glory in that happy verse

 Which aptly sings the good.'

MERCHANT 'Tis a good form.

 [Looking at the jewel]

JEWELLER And rich: here is a water, look ye.

PAINTER You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication

 To the great lord.

(20) POET                   A thing slipp'd idly from me.

 Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

 From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the 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.

(30) 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 the 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 follow'd!

(40) POET The senators of Athens: happy man!

PAINTER Look, more!

POET You see this confluence, this great flood

 of visitors.

 I have, in this rough work, shaped 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 wax: no levell'd malice

 Infects one comma in the course I hold;

 But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,

(50) 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 slippery 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-faced flatterer

 To Apemantus, that few things loves better

(60) 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 throned: the base o' the 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,

(70) Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;

 Whose present grace to present slaves and servants

 Translates his rivals.

PAINTER 'Tis conceived to scope.

 This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,

 With one man beckon'd from the rest below,

 Bowing his head against the sleepy 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

(80) 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:

(90) 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;

(100) I am not of that feather to shake off

 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 enfranchised, 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.

(110) TIMON Freely, good father.

OLD ATHENIAN Thou hast a servant named 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 inclined to thrift;

 And my estate deserves an heir more raised

 Than one which holds a trencher.

(120) 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' the 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:

(130) 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 [To LUCILIUS]           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,

(140) if she be mated with an equal husband?

OLD ATHENIAN Three talents on the present; in future, all.

TIMON This gentleman of mine hath served 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

(150) The state or fortune fall into my keeping,

 Which is not owed to you!

 [Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN]

POET 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;

 or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,

 He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are

(160) 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 suffer'd under praise.

JEWELLER What, my lord! dispraise?

TIMON A more 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,

(170) 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.

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?

 [Enter APEMANTUS]

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;

(180) 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.

(190) 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'lt die for.

APEMANTUS Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

TIMON How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS The best, for the innocence.

(200) 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 You're 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 'ldst anger ladies.

(210) APEMANTUS O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON That's a lascivious apprehension.

APEMANTUS So thou apprehendest 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?

(220) 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 feigned him a worthy fellow.

(230) POET That's not feigned; 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'

 the 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.

(240) 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?

(250) 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!

APEMANTUS                   So, so, there!

 Aches contract and starve your supple joints!

 That there should be small love 'mongst these

 sweet knaves,

 And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out

(260) Into baboon and monkey.

ALCIBIADES Sir, you have saved 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 except 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 omitt'st it.

(270) 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.

(280) SECOND LORD Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!

APEMANTUS I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the 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,

(290) 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 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, like himself]

(1) VENTIDIUS Most honour'd Timon,

 It hath pleased 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 derived liberty.

TIMON                   O, by no means,

 Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:

(10) 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,

 [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]

 Ceremony was but devised 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

(20) 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, 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

(30) 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; thou'rt an Athenian,

 therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;

 prithee, let my meat make thee silent.

APEMANTUS I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should

 ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of

(40) men eat 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

(50) 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

(60) be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the 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;

(70) 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 a

 dinner of friends.

(80) ALCIBIADES So the 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 fatterers 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

(90) 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

(100) 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 wished

 myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We

 are born to do benefits: and what better or

 properer can we can our own than the riches of our

 friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have

(110) so many, like brothers, commanding one another's

 fortunes! O joy, 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 weepest 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 moved me much.

APEMANTUS Much!

 [Tucket, within]

TIMON What means that trump?

 [Enter a SERVANT]

(120)   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

(130) Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely

 To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear,

 Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale 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 you're beloved.

 [Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask 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.

(140) 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;

(150) Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

 [The LORDs rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with 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.

(160) 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. More jewels yet!

 There is no crossing him in 's humour;

 [Aside]

 Else I should tell him,--well, i' faith I should,

 When all's spent, he 'ld be cross'd then, an he could.