Aper. Hoyday, What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way. They daunce? They are madwomen, Like Madnesse is the glory of this life, As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote. We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues, And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men, Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen With poysonous Spight and Enuy. Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues; Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues Of their Friends guift: I should feare, those that dance before me now, Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done, Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne. The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes, and cease. Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace (faire Ladies) Set a faire fashion on our entertainment, Which was not halfe so beautifull, and kinde: You haue added worth vntoo't, and luster, And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice. I am to thanke you for't 1 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best Aper. Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you, Please you to dispose your selues All La. Most thankfully, my Lord. Exeunt. Tim. Flauius Fla. My Lord Tim. The little Casket bring me hither Fla. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet? There is no crossing him in's humor, Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should; When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could: 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde, That man might ne're be wretched for his minde. Enter. 1 Lord. Where be our men? Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse 2 Lord. Our Horses Tim. O my Friends: I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L[ord]. I must intreat you honour me so much, As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it, Kinde my Lord 1 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts All. So are we all. Enter a Seruant. Ser. My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you Tim. They are fairely welcome. Enter Flauius. Fla. I beseech your Honor, vouchsafe me a word, it does concerne you neere Tim. Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee. I prythee let's be prouided to shew them entertainment Fla. I scarse know how. Enter another Seruant. Ser. May it please your Honor, Lord Lucius (Out of his free loue) hath presented to you Foure Milke-white Horses, trapt in Siluer Tim. I shall accept them fairely: let the Presents Be worthily entertain'd. Enter a third Seruant. How now? What newes? 3.Ser. Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentleman Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow, to hunt with him, and ha's sent your Honour two brace of Grey-hounds Tim. Ile hunt with him, And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward