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Page. Thou wast whelped a dog; and thou shalt famish, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.

[Exit 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. Jf l'imon 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 hangman served thief.

Fool. Are you three usurers' men ?
All Sero. Ay, fool.

Fool. I think, no usurer 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 reason 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. Serv. 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 philoso. pher, 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 io, from four. score 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 Apeman. tus

All Sero. 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.

(Exeunt Apemantus and Fool. Flav. 'Pray you, walk near; I'll speak with you anon.

Exeunt Serv.
Tim. You make me marvel : Wherefore, ere this

time,
Had you not fully laid my state before me;
That I might so have rated my expence,
As I had leave of means?
Flau.

You would not hear me,
At many leisures I propos'd.
Tim.

Go to :
Perchance, some single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back ;
And that unaptness made your minister,
Thus to excuse yourself.
Flav.

O, my good lord !
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And say, you found them in mine honesty.
When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept;
Yea, 'gainst the authority of manuers, pray'd you
To hold your hand more close: I did endure
Not seldom, nor do slight checks ; when I have
Prompted you, in the ebb of your estate,
And your great flow of debts. My dear-lov'd lord,
Though you hear now too late!) yet now's a time,
The greatest of your having lacks a half
To pay your present debts.
Tim.

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 sum,

And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues: the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim ? and at length
How goes our reckoning?

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. Flat. 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'J with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock f. And set mine eyes at flow. Tim.

Pr'ythee, 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, means, 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, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience

lack,

* 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. 1 A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.

To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; .
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument* of hearts by borrowing,
Men, and inep's fortunes, could I frankly use,
As I can bid thee speak.
- Flau.

Assurance bless your thoughts !
Tim. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are

crown'dt, That I account them blessings; for by these Shall I try friends: You shall perceive, how you Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends. Within there, ho !-Flaminius! Servilius!

Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants.

Sert. My lord, my lord,
Tim. I will despatch you severally.- 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 them
Toward a supply of money: let the request
Be fifty talents.
Flum.

As you have said, my lord.
Flav. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!

[Aside. Tim. Go you, sir, (To another Serv.] to the se

nators (of whom, even to the state's best health, I have Deserv'd this hearing), bid 'em send o'the instant A thousand talents to me. Flav.

I have been bold (For that I knew it the most general way), To them to use your siguet, and your name;

* If I would (says Timon), by borrowing, try of what men's hearts are composed, what they have in them, &c.

+ Dignified, made respectable.'.

But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in relurn,
Tim.

Is't true? can it be?
Flav. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall", wapt treasure, cannot
Do what they would; are sorry-you are honour.

able, But yet they could have wish'd--they know not

but Something hath been amiss-a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well—'tis

pityAnd so, intending t other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and these hard fractionst, With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence. 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;

ris lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy. Go to Ventidius,- (To a Serv.] 'Prythee (To Flav.]

be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously|| I speak, No blame belongs to thee :-[To Serv.] l'eutidius

lately Buried 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

# į e. At an ebb.

+ Intending, had anciently the same mcaning as attending.

Broken hints, abrupt remarks.
A half-cap is a cap slightly moved, not put off.
For ingenuously.

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