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Page. (To the Fool] Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wise company?-How dost thou, Apemantus?
Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
Page. Prythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canst not read ?
Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. This is to lord 'Í'imon; this to Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.
Page. Thou wast whelped a dog; and thou shalt famish, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.
°[Exit Page. Apem. Even so thou out-run'st grace. Fool, I will go with you to lord Timon's.
Fool. Will you leave me there?
Apen. If Timon stay at home.--You three serve three usurers.
All Serv. Ay; 'would they served us!
Apem. So would I,—as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
Fool. Are you three usurers' men?
Fool. I think, no usurer but has a fool to his servant : My mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house merrily, and go away sadly: The reason of this?
Var. Serv. I could render one.
Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed. • Var. Serv. What is a whoremaster, fool?
Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit: sometime, it appears like a lord; sometime, like a lawyer; sometime, like a philosopher, with two stones more than his artificial one: He is very often like a knight; and, generally, in all shapes, that man goes op and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
Var. Sero. Thou art not altogether a fool. .
Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as I brave, so much wit thou lackest.
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. ʼPray 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 ? Flav.
5. You would not hear me, At many leisures. I propos’d.
Go to :
O, my good lord!
Though you hear now, (loo late!) yet now's a time,
Let all my land be sold.
Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend.
Flav. O, my good lord, the world is but a word;
You tell me true.
Pr'ythee, no more. Flav. Heavens, bave 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; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, To ihink I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Assurance bless your thoughts!
ke my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
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 Desery'd this hearing), bid 'em send o'the instant A thousand talents to me. Flav.
I have been bold
Is't true? can it be?
And so, intending other serious matters,
You gods, reward them!
be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee :-[To Serv.] "Ventidius lately Buried his father; by whose death, he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor, Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends, I clear'd him with five talents; Greet him from me; Bid him suppose, some good necessity 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, That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink. Flav. I would, I could not think it; That thought is
bounty's foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so. . [Exeunt.