1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet Attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves. [Exeunt Cupid and Ladies. Tim. Flavius, The little casket bring me hither. There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside. Else I should tell him,-Well,-i'faith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. [Exit, and returns with the Casket. 1 Lord. Where be our men? Serv. 2 Lord. Our horses. Tim. Here, my lord, in readiness. O my friends, I have one word To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I must Advance this jewel; Accept, and wear it, kind, my lord. 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,All. So are we all. Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate Newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome. Flav. I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near. Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: I pr'ythee, let us be provided To show them entertainment. Flav. I scarce know how. [Aside. Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news? 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward. Flav. [Aside] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts; Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, Happier is he that has no friend to feed, I bleed inwardly for my lord. [Exit. Tim. You do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:Here, my lord; a trifle of our love. [it. 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. 3 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no Can justly praise, but what he does affect: I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; B [man None so welcome. All Lords. Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim. Am I to you. 2 Lord. And so So infinitely endear'd, The best of happiness, Tim. All to you.-Lights, more lights. Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon! [Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c. Apem. No, I'll nothing: for, If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left To rail upon thee; and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories? Tim. An you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn, not to give regard to you. Apem. Nay, [Exit. So; Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then, I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit. SCENE I. The same. A Room in a Senator's House. Enter a Senator, with Papers in his Hand. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore, He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses: No porter at his gate; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason I Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say! Caph. Enter CAPHIS. Here, sir; What is your pleasure; Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timon; Impórtune him for my moneys; be not ceas'd With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when- Plays in the right hand, thus:-but tell him, sirralı, Out of mine own; his days and times are past, Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him; A visage of demand; for I do fear, Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you, Caph. I will, sir. Go. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Hall in TIMON's House. Enter FLAVIUS, with many Bills in his Hand. Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account How things go from him; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue; Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie! Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO. Caph. Varro: What, Good even, Is't not your business too? You come for money? Caph. It is;-And yours too, Isidore? |