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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 ?
Page. No.

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?
All Serv. Ay, fool.

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 :
Perchance, some single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back;
And that unaptness made your minister,
Thus to excuse yourself.
Flav.

O, my good lord!
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And say, you found them in mine honesty
When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept;
Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more close: I did endure
Not seldom, nor no slight checks; when I have
Prompted you, in the ebb of your estate,
And your great flow of debts, my dear-lov'd lord,

Tim.

Though you hear now, (loo 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,
When all our offices have been oppress'd
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine; when every room
Hath blaz’d with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy;
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock,
And set mine eyes at flow.
Tim.

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,
Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use,
As I can bid thee speak.
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
Shall I try friends: You shall perceive, how you -
Mistake my fortunes; 1 an

ke my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there, ho!-Flaninius! Servilius !
Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants.
Serv. My lord, my lord, —
Tim. I will despatch you severally, You, to lord

Lucius,-
To lord Lucullus you; I hunted with his
Honour to-day;-You, to Sempronius;
Commend me to their loves; and, I am proud, say,
That my occasions have found time to use them
Toward a supply of money: let the request
Be fifty talents.

Flam. As you have said, my lord.
Flav. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!

[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
(For that I knew it the most general way),
To them to use your signet, and your name:
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.
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-

And so, intending other serious matters,
After distastefal looks, and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
They froze me into silence.
Tim.

You gods, reward them!
I pr’ythee, man, look cheerly; These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.--
Go to Ventidius,-[To a Serv. 'Pry'theo [To Flav.]

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.

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