There 's much example for 't ; the fellow who sits next him now, parts
bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the
readiest man to kill him : 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I
should fear to drink at meals,

Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes ;
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
Timon. My lord, in heart ; and let the health go round.
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. 50

Apemantus. Flow this way ! A brave fellow ! he keeps his tides
well. Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon. Here 's
that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man
i' the mire.
ACT I. SCENE IT.
This and my food are equals, there 's no odds ;
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
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Apemantus' 1 s 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, &>

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 ;

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.
