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 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.
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.
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