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(Character | Apemantus | |
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Gender | Male | |
Age Range(s) | Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
Type of monologue / Character is | Scolding, Lamenting, Complaining, Mocking | |
Type | Dramatic | |
Period | Renaissance | |
Genre | Tragedy, Drama | |
Description | Apemantus comments on Timon's foolish generosity | |
Location | ACT I, Scene 2 |
Summary
Timon is a generous wealthy man in Athens who enjoys sharing his wealth with his friends without expecting anything in return. In the first scene of the play a poet, a painter and a jeweler arrive to his house, hoping to sell their goods and services, knowing of his generous nature. He buys from them and then negotiates to pay for the release of a friend who is in jail because of his debts, Ventidius. In the second scene of ACT I, Timon throws a feast in his house and invites all his friends. Among them there is Apemantus, a friend of Timon's who always criticizes everybody including Timon. Apemantus always tells Timon that he is too generous and that everybody is just using him. In this scene Apemantus, after making a few nasty comments, is sent by Timon to a table by himself.
In this monologue Apemantus mocks Timon for being a fool and trusting everybody. He scorns his food and all the lords that are eating with him. Then he says his own grace, vowing not to trust anybody and praying for himself.
In this monologue Apemantus mocks Timon for being a fool and trusting everybody. He scorns his food and all the lords that are eating with him. Then he says his own grace, vowing not to trust anybody and praying for himself.
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APEMANTUS I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There's much example for't; the fellow that 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.] [Second Lord Let it flow this way, my good lord.] 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: This and my food are equals; there's no odds: 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; 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! |