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Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent
Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might have shown myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour!-Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the more beast, I say: -I was sending to use lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it now. Commend me bountifully to bis good lordship; and I hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind :-And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.
[Exit Servilius. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed; And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed.
'[Exit Lucius. 1 Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius? 2 Stran. Ay, too well.
1 Stran. Why this
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
3 Stran. Religion groans at it.
For mine own part,
O my lord,
How! have they denied him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? And does he send to me? Three? Humph! It shows but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrive, give him over; Must I take the cure upon me?
[Exit. Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politic; he cross'd himself by't: and I cannot think, but, in the end, the villanies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked; like those that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politic love. This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled. Save the gods only: Now his friends are dead, Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure their master.. And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.
[Erit. SCENE IV. The same. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of Lucius, meeting Titus, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants to Timon's Creditors, waiting his coming out. Var. Serv. Well met; good morrow, Titus and Tit. The like to you, kind Varro. (Hortensius.
Ay, and, I think,
Phi. Good day at once.
Welcome, good brother.
Laboaring for nine.
Is not my lord seen yet?
Not yet. Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont lo shine at seven.
Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with You must consider, that a prodigal course [him: Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable. I fear, 'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse; That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet Find little.
Phi. I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Most true, he does.
Mark, how strange it shows, Timon in this should pay more than he owes : And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, And send for money for 'em.
Hor. I am weary of this charge, the gods can witness : I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
1 Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine. (What's yours?
1 Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by Your master's confidence was above mine; [the sum, Else, surely, his had equallid.
Enter FLAMINIUS. Tit. One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
Flam. No, indeed, he is not. '
Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent.
Tit. Do you hear, sir?
If money were as certain as your waiting,
[wrong, Believ'ı, my lord and I have made an end; I have no more to reckon, be to spend.
Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will'not serve.
If 'twill not, "Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves. Exit. 1 Var. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd worship
mutter? 2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings.