TIMON. This gentleman of mine hath served me long. To build his fortune I will strain a little, For ’tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter. What you bestow, in him I’ll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her. OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. TIMON. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. LUCILIUS. Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you. [_Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian._] POET. [_Presenting his poem_.] Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship. TIMON. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon. Go not away.—What have you there, my friend? PAINTER. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. TIMON. Painting is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man, For since dishonour traffics with man’s nature, He is but outside; these pencilled figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work, And you shall find I like it. Wait attendance Till you hear further from me. PAINTER. The gods preserve you. TIMON. Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand. We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffered under praise. JEWELLER. What, my lord, dispraise? TIMON. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for ’t as ’tis extolled, It would unclew me quite. JEWELLER. My lord, ’tis rated As those which sell would give. But you well know Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters. Believe’t, dear lord, You mend the jewel by the wearing it. TIMON. Well mocked. MERCHANT. No, my good lord, he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Enter Apemantus. TIMON. Look who comes here. Will you be chid? JEWELLER. We’ll bear, with your lordship. MERCHANT. He’ll spare none. TIMON. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow— When thou art Timon’s dog, and these knaves honest. TIMON. Why dost thou call them knaves? Thou know’st them not. APEMANTUS. Are they not Athenians? TIMON. Yes. APEMANTUS. Then I repent not. JEWELLER. You know me, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Thou know’st I do, I called thee by thy name. TIMON. Thou art proud, Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. TIMON. Whither art going? APEMANTUS. To knock out an honest Athenian’s brains. TIMON. That’s a deed thou’lt die for. APEMANTUS. Right, if doing nothing be death by th’ law. TIMON. How lik’st thou this picture, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. The best, for the innocence. TIMON. Wrought he not well that painted it? APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he’s but a filthy piece of work. PAINTER. You’re a dog. APEMANTUS. Thy mother’s of my generation. What’s she, if I be a dog? TIMON. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. No, I eat not lords. TIMON. An thou shouldst, thou’dst anger ladies. APEMANTUS. O, they eat lords. So they come by great bellies.