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Thrive, give him over; Must I take the cure upon me?
He has much disgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first,
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er receiv'd gift from him :
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No: so it may prove
An argument of laughter to the rest,
And I amongst the lords be thought a fool.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I had such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin.

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 vir-
tuous 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.

[Exit. 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.


What, do we meet together?
Luc. Serv.

Ay, and, I think,
One business does command us all; for mine
Is money,
Tit. So is theirs and ours.

Enter Philotus.
Luc. Serv.

And, sir,
Philotus too!

Phi. Good day at once.
Luc. Serv.

Welcoine, good brother.
What do you think the hour?

Laboaring for nine. Luc. Serv. So much? Phi.

Is not my lord seen yet? Luc. Serv.

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. Your lord sends now for money. Hor.

Most true, he does.
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

Hor. It is against my heart.
Luc. Serv.

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 equall'd.

Enter FLAMINIUS. Tit. One of lord Timon's men.

Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word : 'Pray, is my lord ready to come fortb?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not. '
Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so much.

Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent.

. [Exit Flaminius.
Enter Flavius, in a Cloak, muffled.
Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call bim.

Tit. Do you hear, sir?
1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,
Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend?

Tit. We wait for certain money bere, sir.
If money were as certain as your waiting,
"Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd yon not
Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat
Of my lord's meat? Then they could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down the interest
Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but
To stir me up; let me pass quietly:

[wrong, Believ't, my lord and I have made an end ; I have no more to reckon, he to spend. I

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.

Tit. O here's Servilius; now we shall know
Some answer.


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Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen,
To repair some other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it, on my soul,
My lord leans wondrously to discontent.
His comforlable temper has forsook him;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick:
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Good gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir. [lord!Flam. [Within] Servilius, help!-my lord ! my Enter Timon, in a Rage; FLAMINIUS following.

Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an irou heart?

Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My lord, here is my bill.
Luc. Serv. Here's mine.
Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.
Both. Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.
Tim, Knock me down with 'em : cleave me to the
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,

. [girdle.
Tim. Cut my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Tim. Fire thousand drops pays that.-
What yours ?-and yours?--

1 Var. Serv. My lord,
2 Var. Serv. My lord,
Tim, Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!

" [Erit. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive, our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Timon and Flavius.
Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves:
Creditors !--devils.

Flav. My dear lord,
Tim. What, if it should be so?
Fluv. My lord,
Tim. I'll have it so:—My steward!
Flav. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all :
I'll once more feast the rascals.

O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to farnish out
A inoderate table.

Be't not in thy care; go,
I charge thee; invite them all : let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

[Excunt. SCENE V. The same. The Senate-HOUSE. The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIAdes, attended.

1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy,

2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him.
Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
1 Sen. Now, captain!

Alcib. I ain an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly. .
It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues :
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice
(An honour in him, which buys out bis fault);

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