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Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Sero. One Varro's servant, my good lord, Isid. Sero.
From Isidore; He humbly prays your speedy payment, Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's
wants, Var. Sero. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six
weeks, And past,
Isid. Sero. Your steward puts me off, my lord; And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Tim. Give me breath:
[Ereunt Alcibiades and Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray you
Please you, gentlemen,
Do so, my friends: See them well entertain'd.
[Exit Timon. Flav.
I pray, draw near.
Enter Apemantus and a Fool. Caph. Stay, stay, bere comes the fool with Ape. mantus; let's have some sport with 'em.
Var. Serv. Hang bim, he'll abuse us.
Apen. No; 'tis to thyself,Coine away.
[To the Fool. Isid. Serv. (To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on him yet.
Caph. Where's the fool now?
Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor rogues, and usurers' med! bawds between gold and want!
All Sero. What are we, Apemantus?
Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves.-Speak to 'em, fool. * Fool. How do you, gentlemen ?
All Sero. Gramercies, good fool : How does your mistress?
Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. 'Would, we could see you at. Corinth.
Apem. Good! gramercy.
Enter Page. Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' page.
Page. (To the Fool.] Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wise company-How dost thou, Apemantus ?
Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
Page Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canst not read ?
Apem. There will be little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. This is to lord Timon; this.co Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.
Page. Thou wast whelped a dog ; and thou shalt famish, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.
[Erit Page. Apem. Even so thou out-ruu'st grace. Fool, I will go with you to lord Timon's.
Fool. Will you leave me there?
Apem. If Timon stay at home.—You three serve three usurers.
All Sero. Ay; 'would they served us !
Apem. So would I, -as good a trick as ever lang. man served thief.
Fool. Are you three usurers' men?
Fool. I think, no nsurer but has a fool to his servant: My mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house merrily, and go away sadly: The rea. son of this?
Var. Sero. I could render one.
Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster, and a knave; which notwithstauding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.
Var. Sero. What is a whoremaster, fool ?
Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit: sometime, it appears like a lord; sometime, like a lawyer; sometime, like a philosopher, with two stones more than his artificial one: He is very often like a knight; and, generally in all shapes, that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
Var. Sero. Thou art pot altogether a fool.
Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest.
Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus.
All Serv. Aside, aside; here comes lord Timon. ·
Re-enter Timon and Flavius. Apem. Come, with me, fool, come.
Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime, the philosopher.
(Ereunt Apemantus and Fool. Flad. 'Pray you, walk near; I'll speak with you anon.
[Exeunt Serv. Tim. You make me marvel : Wherefore, ere this
You would not hear me,
Go to :
O, my good lord !
Let all my land be sold, Flad. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and gone;
* He does not mean, so great a sum, but a certain
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend.
Flat. 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. Flao. If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors, And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our officest nave been oppress'd With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cockt, And set mine eyes at flow. Tim.
Prythee, no more. Flad. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this
lord ! How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted! Who is not Timon's ? What heart, head, sword, force, meaus, but is lord
Timon's ? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon ? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These Aies are couch'd. Tim.
Copie, sermon me no further: No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, vot ignobly, have I giveu. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience
. i.e. As the world itself may be comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath.
+ The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c. | A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.