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Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.

Apemantus’ Grace.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself.

Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond; [65]
Or a harlot for her weeping,
Or a dog that seems a-sleeping,
Or a keeper with my freedom,

Or my friends, if I should need ’em.
Amen. So fall to ’t: [70]
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

[Eats and drinks]

Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus.

TIMON
Captain Alcibiades, your heart’s in the field now.

ALCIBIADES
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

TIMON
You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than [75] a dinner of friends.

ALCIBIADES
So they were bleeding new, my lord, there’s no meat like ’em; I could wish
my best friend at such a feast.

APEMANTUS
Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou mightst

kill ’em − and bid me [80] to ’em.

FIRST LORD
Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our
hearts, whereby we mightexpress some part of our zeals, we should think