Enter Timon and Flavius. Apem. Come with me, fool, come. Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman, fometime, the philosopher. Flav. Pray you, walk near, I'll speak with you anon. [Exeunt Creditors, Apemantus and Fool. Tim. SCENE γού IV. JOU make me marvel; wherefore, ere this Had you not fully laid my ftate before me? Hav. You would not hear me; Perchance, fome fingle vantages you took, Flav. O my good lord! At many times I brought in my accounts, When, for fome trifling Prefent, you have bid me And your great flow of debts. My dear-lov'd Lord, To pay your prefent debts. Tim. Let all my land be fold. Flav. 'Tis all engag'd, fome forfeited and gone: And And what remains will hardly stop the mouth 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 fufpect my husbandry, or falfhood, Call me before the exacteft Auditors, And fet me on the proof. So the Gods blefs me, When all our Offices have been oppreft With riotous feeders; when all our vaults have wept With drunken fpilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retir'd me to ta waftful cock, And fet mine eyes at flow. Tim. Pr'ythee, no more. Flav. Heav'ns! have I faid, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have flaves and peasants This night englutted! who now is not Timon's? What heart, head, fword, 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: Feaft-won, faft-loft: one cloud of winter fhowers, Thefe 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 fatisfied in that Matter. I would read therefore, Hold good our reck'ning? a Warburton. wasteful cock,] i. e. a Cockloft, a Garret. And a wasteful Cock fignifies a Garret lying in wafte, neglected, put to no Oxford Editor. Wfe. No "No villainous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwifely, not ignobly, have I given. Why doft thou weep? canft thou the confcience lack, Flav. Affurance blefs your thoughts! -Tim. And in fome fort these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them bleffings; for by these Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other fervants. Serv. M Tim. I will difpatch you fev'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, fay, that my occafions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money; let the requeft be fifty talents. Flam. As you have faid, my lord. Flav. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum— Tim. Go, you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flavius. Of whom, even to the State's best health, I have Deferv'd this hearing; bid 'em fend o'th' inftant A thousand talents to me. Flav. I've been bold, (For that I knew it the most gen'ral way) To them to use your fignet and your name; And try the arguments] Arguments, for natures. + I know it the most gen'ral way] gen'ral for speedy, But they do fhake their heads, and I am here Tim. Is't true? can't be? Flav. They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at Fall, want Treasure, cannot Do what they would; are forry-You are honourable But yet they could have wifhtthey know not- After diftafteful looks, and thefe hard fractions, Tim. You Gods reward them! I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly. Thefe old fellows Greet him from me; Being free itself, it thinks all others fo. [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. I Lucullus's Houfe in Athens. Flaminius waiting, Enter a fervant to him. SERVANT. have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you. Ser. Here's my lord. Lucul. One of lord Timon's men; a gift, I warrantWhy, this hits right: I dreamt of a filver bason and ewre to night. Flaminius, honeft Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, Sir; fill me fome wine. And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted Gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and mafter? Flam. His health is well, Sir. Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, Sir'; and what haft thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? in Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box, Sir, which, my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your Honour to fupply; who, having great and inftant occafion to ufe fifty talents, hath fent to your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your prefent affiftance therein. Lucul. La, la, la, la, -Nothing doubting, fays he? alas, good lord, a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep fo good a houfe. Many a time and often I ha' din'd with him, and told him on't; and come again to fupper to him, on purpose to have him fpend lefs. And yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my Coming; every man hath his fault, and honefty is his. I ha' told him on't, but I could never get him from't. Enter |