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SG EN E IV.
Changes to Timon's Hall. Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other servants of Timon's creditors, who wait for his coming
ELL met, good-morrow, Titus and Hor
tensius. Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.
Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?
Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?
Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
Phi. I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll shew you how t'observe a strange event: Your lord sends now for money.
Hor. True, he does.
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
Luc. How strange it shows,
lord Ready to come forth?
Flam. No, indeed, he is nota,
Flam. I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.
Enter Flavius in a cloak muffled.
Til. Do you hear, Sírtamina,
lord's meat? Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts," And take down th' interest of their glutt'nous maws ;
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up,
lord and I have made an end; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luc. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Flav. It''twill not serve, ’tis not so base as you; For you serve knaves. 1,1
[Exit. Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter ?
Tit. No matter, what--he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to puthis head in? Such may rail against great Buildings.
Enter Servilius. Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have some answer.
Ser. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, to repair fome other hour, I should derive much from it. For take it of my soul, My lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forsook him, He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber
Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick: And if he be so far beyond his health, Methinks he should the fooner pay his debts,
, And make a clear way to the Gods.
Ser. Good Gods !
Ε Ν Ε V.
Enter Timon in a rage. Tim. HAT, are my doors oppos'd against my
passage? Have I been ever free, and must
house Be my retentive enemy, my goal?
The place, which I have feasted, does it now,
Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Lue. Alas! my lord. :
Tim. Five thousand drops pay that.
Var. My lord
[Exit. Hor. Faith, I perceive, our Masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may be well call'd desperate ones, for a mad man owes 'em.
Flav. My dear lord, -
Tim. So fitly ! -Go, bid all my friends again,
You only speak from your diftracted soul ;
Tim. Be it not thy care :
[Exeunt. S CE N E VI.
Changes to the Senate-House
Senators and Alcibiades. i Sen. Y lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's
2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise 'em.
Alc. I am an humble suitor to your Virtues :
3 Sen You undergo too strict a Paradox, Striving to make an ugly Deed look fair: