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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 ?
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.
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 sum,
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. 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
* 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; .
Assurance bless your thoughts !
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,
As you have said, my lord.
[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
Is't true? can it be?
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.