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Enter Timon and Flavius.
Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman, sometiine, the philosopher. Flav. Pray you, walk near, I'll speak with you anon.
(Exeunt Creditors, Apemantus and Fool.
OU make me marvel; wherefore, ere this
Plav. You would not hear me ;
Tim. Go to:
Flav. O my good lord !
hand more close. I did endure
Though you hear now too late, yet now's a time;
Tim. Let all my land be sold.
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
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 goue !
Tim. You tell me true.
Flav. If you sufpe& my husbandry, or falshood,
So the Gods bless me,
Tim. Pr'ythee, no more.
Flav, Heav'ns ! have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted! who now is not Timon's ? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord
Timon's ? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon's ? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, faft-loft: one cloud of winter showers, These flies are coucht.
Tim. Come, fermon me no further. * How goes our reck’ning ?] This Steward talks very wildly. The Lord indeed might have asked, what a Lord seldom knows,
How goes our reck’ning ? But the Steward was too well satisfied in that Matter. I would read therefore, Hold good our reck’ning ?
Warburton. a wasteful cock,] i. e. a Cockloft, a Garret.
And a wasteful Cock fignifies a Garret lying in wafte, negle&cd, put to no Wic.
No villainous bounty yet hath past my heart ;
Flav. Assurance bless your thoughts !
Y lord, my lord.
Tim. I will dispatch you sev'rally, 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 'em toward a supply of money; let the request.be fifty talents.
Flam. As you have said, my lord.
Tim. Go, you, Sir, to the Senators; (To Flavius.
Flav. I've been bold, (For that † I knew it the most gen'ral way) To them to use your signet and your name ;
* And try the arguments ----j Arguments, for natures. + I know it the most gen'ral way] gen'ral for speedy,
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
Tim, Is't true? can't be ?
ableBut yet they could have wifht -they know notSomething hath been amissa noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well—'tis pityAnd so intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and thefe hard fractions, With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods, · They froze me into lilence.
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 tow’rd earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy. Go to Ventidius-prythee, be not fad, Thou’rt true, and just; ingenuously I fpeak, No Blame belongs to thee: Ventidius lately Bury'd 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, give't these fellows To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink Stew. 'Would, I could not: that thought is boun
ty's foe; Being frce itself, it thinks all others fo. [Exeunt.
A CT III. S CE N E I.
Lucullus's House in Athens.
SERVANT I have told. have told my lord of you ; he is coming down to
you. Flam. I thank
Enter Lucullus. Ser. Here's lord.
Lucul. One of lord Timon's men; a gift, I warrantWhy, this hits right: I dreamt of a filver bafon and ewre to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respe&ively welcome, Sir; fill me some wine. And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted Gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
Flam. His health is well, Sir.
Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, Sir; and what halt thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box, Sir, which, in my lord's behalf; I come to entreat your
Honour to supply ; who, having great and instant occasion to ufe fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present affiftance therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la, Nothing doubting, says he? alas, good lord, a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha' din'd with him, and told him on't; and come again to supper to him, on purpose to have him spend less. And yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my Coming ; every man hath his fault, and honesty is his. I ha' told him on't, but I could never get him from't.