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]
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 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.
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
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