with two stones more than his artificial one: He is very often like a knight; and, generally, in all shapes, that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in. Var. Serv. Thou art not altogether a fool. Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man: foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest. as much Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus. All Serv. Aside, aside; here comes lord Timon. Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS. Apem. Come, with me, fool, come. Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime, the philosopher. [Exeunt Apemantus and Fool. Flav. 'Pray you, walk near; I'll speak with you anon. [Exeunt Servants. Tim. You make me marvel: Wherefore, ere this time, Had you not fully laid my state before me; That I might so have rated my expense, As I had leave of means? You would not hear me, Go to: Perchance, some single vantages you took, Flav. O, my good lord! When, for some trifling present, you have bid me And your great flow of debts, my dear-lov'd lord, Though you hear now, (too late!) yet now's a time, The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts. Tim. Let all my land be sold. Flav. 'Tis all engag'd; some forfeited and gone; And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning? Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. Flav. O, my good lord, the world is but a word; Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone? Tim. You tell me true. Flav. If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors, And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept And set mine eyes at flow. Tim. Pr'ythee, no more. Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd. Tim. Come, sermon me no further: No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Flav. Assurance bless your thoughts! Tim. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants. Tim. I will despatch you severally,—You, to lord To lord Lucullus you; I hunted with his Commend me to their loves; and, I am proud, say, Be fifty talents. Flam. As you have said, my lord. [Aside. Tim. Go you, sir, [To another Serv.] to the senators (Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have Deserv'd this hearing), bid 'em send o'the instant A thousand talents to me. Flav. Tim. Is't true? can it be? Flav. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honourable,— But yet they could have wish'd-they know not-but Something hath been amiss—a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity 6 And so, intending other serious matters, Tim. You gods, reward them!- Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, I clear'd him with five talents; Greet him from me; Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd With those five talents :-that had,-[To Flav.] give it these fellows, To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The same. A Room in LUCULLUS' House. FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him. Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming down to you. Flam. I thank you, sir. Enter LUCULLUS. Serv. Here's my lord. Lucul. [Aside] One of lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.-Fill me some wine.-[Exit Servant] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master? Flam. His health is well, sir. Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, sir: And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to |