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.
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