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Changes to Timon's Hall. Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other servants of Timon's creditors, who wait for his coming

out. Var.

ELL met, good-morrow, Titus and Hor

tensius. Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.

Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?
:: Luc. I think, one business does command us all.
For mine is money:
Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

Enter Philo.
Luc. And Sir Philo's too.
Phi. Good-day, at once.

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?

Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much ?
Phi. Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder: he was wont to shine at seven.

Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
You must consider that a Prodigal's course
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 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,
For which I wait for money.
Hor. Against my heart.


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Luc. 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'm weary of this charge; the Gods can' wit-

nefs :
I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth:
Ingratitude now makes it worse than stealth.
Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns : 'what's

Luc. Five thousand.
Var. 'Tis too much deeps, and, it shall seem by

th' furn,
Your master's confidence was above mine:
Else, surely, his had equall’d.

Enter Flaminius.
Til. One of lord Tinion's men.
Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray,


lord Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is nota,
Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

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

Enter Flavius in a cloak muffled.
Luc. Ha! is not that his Steward muffled so ?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him,

Til. Do you hear, Sírtamina,
Var. By your leave, Sir.
Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend ?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, Sir.
Flav. If money were as certain as your waiting,
*Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
When your false masters eat of my

lord's meat? Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts," And take down th' interest of their glutt'nous maws ;


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You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up,
Let me pass quietly:--

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 !
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer.
Flam. [within.] Servilius, help--my lord ! my lord.


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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,
Like all mankind, shew me an iron-heart?

Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My lord; here's my bill.
Luc. Here's mine.
Var. And mine, my lord:
Cap. And ours, my lord.
Phi. And our bills

Tini. Knock me down with 'em-cleave me to
the girdle.

Lue. Alas! my lord. :
Tim. Cut out my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Five thonsand crowns, my lord.

Tim. Five thousand drops pay that.
What yoursand yours?

Var. My lord
Cap. My lord-
Tim. Here tear me, take me, and the Gods fall on

[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.

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

Flav. My dear lord, -
Tim. What if it fhould be fo ?__
Hlav. My dear lord,
Tim. I'll have it fo----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.
Flav. O my lord'!




You only speak from your diftracted soul ;
There's not so much left as to furnish oui
A moderate table.

Tim. Be it not thy care :
Go, and invite them all, let in the tide
Of knaves once more: my Cook and I'll provide.

[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

'Tis neceffary he should die :
Nothing emboldens fin so much as mercy.

2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise 'em.
Alc. Health, Honour, and Compassion to the senate!
i Sen. Now, Captain.

Alc. I am 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 stept into the law, which is paft depth
To those that without heed do plunge into't.
He is a man, setting his fault aside,
Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault;
Nor did he foil the fact with cowardise,
But with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger ere 'twas spent;
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

3 Sen You undergo too strict a Paradox, Striving to make an ugly Deed look fair:


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