Tim. You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies, then a dinner of Friends Alc. So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no meat like 'em, I could wish my best friend at such a Feast Aper. Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies then, that then thou might'st kill 'em: & bid me to 'em 1.Lord. Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord, that you would once vse our hearts, whereby we might expresse some part of our zeales, we should thinke our selues for euer perfect Timon. Oh no doubt my good Friends, but the Gods themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe from you: how had you beene my Friends else. Why haue you that charitable title from thousands? Did not you chiefely belong to my heart? I haue told more of you to my selfe, then you can with modestie speake in your owne behalfe. And thus farre I confirme you. Oh you Gods (thinke I,) what need we haue any Friends; if we should nere haue need of 'em? They were the most needlesse Creatures liuing; should we nere haue vse for 'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to themselues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do benefits. And what better or properer can we call our owne, then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious comfort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks to forget their Faults. I drinke to you Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon 2.Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies, And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard 3.Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much Aper. Much. Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing. Tim. What meanes that Trumpe? How now? Enter Seruant. Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies Most desirous of admittance Tim. Ladies? what are their wils? Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord, which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures Tim. I pray let them be admitted. Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies. Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious bosome. There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise: They onely now come but to Feast thine eies Timo. They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admittance. Musicke make their welcome Luc. You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd