_Apem._ Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee![1719] 240 _Trumpet sounds. Enter a_ Messenger. _Tim._ What trumpet's that?[1720] _Mess._'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, All of companionship. _Tim._ Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.[1721] [_Exeunt some Attendants._ You must needs dine with me: go not you hence 245 Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,[1722] Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.[1723] _Enter_ ALCIBIADES, _with the rest_.[1724] Most welcome, sir! _Apem._ So, so, there![1725][1726] Aches contract and starve your supple joints![1725][1726][1727] That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves,[1725][1728] 250 And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out[1725][1729] Into baboon and monkey.[1725][1729] _Alcib._ Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed[1730] Most hungerly on your sight.[1731] _Tim._ Right welcome, sir! Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time[1732] 255 In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.[1733] [_Exeunt all but Apemantus._[1734] _Enter two_ Lords.[1735] _First Lord._ What time o' day is't, Apemantus?[1736] _Apem._ Time to be honest. _First Lord._ That time serves still.[1737] _Apem._ The most accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.[1738] 260 _Sec. Lord._ Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?[1739] _Apem._ Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools. _Sec. Lord._ Fare thee well, fare thee well.[1740] _Apem._ Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. _Sec. Lord._ Why, Apemantus? 265 _Apem._ Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to[1741] give thee none. _First Lord._ Hang thyself! _Apem._ No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy[1742] requests to thy friend.[1742] 270 _Sec. Lord._ Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee[1742][1743] hence![1742] _Apem._ I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass. [_Exit._[1744] _First Lord._ He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,[1745][1746] And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes[1745][1747] 275 The very heart of kindness.[1745] _Sec. 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, But breeds the giver a return exceeding 280 All use of quittance.[1748] _First Lord._ The noblest mind he carries That ever govern'd man.[1749] _Sec. Lord._ Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?[1749]