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Cap. Nay, good my Lord-
Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. One Varro's fervant, my good Lordo
Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment
Cap. If you did know, my

master's wants Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks and paft.

Ilid. Your Steward puts me off, my Lord, and I Am sent expressly to your Lordship.

Tim. Give me breath I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on, (Exe. Lords, I'll wait upon you instantly. -Come hither; How goes the world, that I am thus encountred With clam'rous claims of debt, of broken bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honour ?

Flav, Please you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business : Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner; That I may make his Lordship understand Wherefore you are not paid. Tim. Do so, my friends.; see them well entertain'd.

[Exit Timon. Flav. Pray, draw near.

(Exit Flavius, Enter Apemantus, and Fool. Cap. Stay, stay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus, let's have some sport with 'em.

Ver. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. A plague upon him, dog !
Var. How doft, fool ?
Apem. Doft dialogue with thy shadow ?
Var. I speak not to thee.
Apem. No, 'tis to thyself. Come away.
iid. There's the fooi hangs on your back already::
Apem. No, thou standst single, thou art not on him yet..
Cap. Where's the fool now?

Apem. He laft ask'd the queftion. Poor rogues", and vfurers' men ! bawds between gold and want? All. What are we, 1882.0!is?


Apem. Afles.
All. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool. How do you, gentlemen ?
All. 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


here comes my mistresses's page. Page. Why, how now, captain ? what do you in this wise company? how doft 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. Can'st not read?
Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiadese Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.

Page. Thou waft whelpt a dog, and thou shalt familh, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.

(Exit. Apem. E'en so thou out-run'st grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's.

Fool. Will you leave me there :

Apem. If Timon stay at homeYou three serve three usurers ?!

All. I would, they ferv'd us.

Apem. So would i-as good a trick as ever hangman serv'd thief.

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

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 merrily :- but they enter my mistress's house mere rily, and go away fadly. The reafon of this?

Flavi. O my good Lord ?


Ver. I could render one.

Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremafter, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no lefs esteem'd.

Var. What is a whore-master, fool?

Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit ; sometimes it appears like a Lord, fometimes like a lawyer, sometimes like a philosopher, with two stones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all fhapes that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this fpirit walks in.

Var. Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man ; as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lack'ft.

Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus.
All. Afide, aside, here comes Lord Timon.

Enter Timon and Flavius,
Apem. Come with me, fool, come.

Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother and woman; sometime, the philofopher. Flav. Pray you, walk near, I'll speak with you anon.

[Exeunt Creditors, Apemantus and Fool. Tim. You make me marvel; wherefore, ere this time, Had you not fully laid my state before me? That' I might fo have rated my expence, As I had leave of means.

Flay. You would not hear me;
At many leisures I propos’d.

Tim. Go to :
Perchance, fome single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back :
And that unaptness made you minifter
Thus to excuse yourself.

Laid them before you you would throw them off,
And fay, you found them in minte honefty,
When, for fome trifing present, you have bid me


Return so much, I've shook my head, and wept ;
Yea, 'gainft th' authority of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more close. I did endure
Not seldom, nor no tight checks; when I have
Prompted you in the ebb of your efate,
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 fold.

Flav. 'Tis all engag'd, fome forfeited and gone: 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 reck'ning? Tim. To Lacedæmon did


land extend. Flav. O my good Lord, the world is but a world; Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone !

Tim. You tell me true.

Flav. If you suspect my husbandry, or falfhood, Call me before th' exacteft auditors, And set me on the proof. So the Gods bless me, When all our offices have been opprest 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 minstrelfy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow.

Fim. Pr’ythee, no more. Flav. Heav'ns! have I faid, the bounty of this Lord! How many prodigal bits have flaves and peasants This night englutted! who now is not Timon's ? What heart,head, sword, force, means,butis LordT imon's ? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon's ? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feaft-won, faft-loft:, one cloud of winter how?rşı

, These flies are coucht.

Tim. Come, sermon me no further. No villainous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I giv'n. Why doft thou weep! canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends ? fecure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the arguments of hearts by borrowing, Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak.

Flav. Assurance bless your thoughts !

Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes : in my friends I'm wealthy. Within there, Ho! Flaminius, Servilius !

Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other servants. Serv. My Lord, my Lord.

Tim. I will dispatch you sev'rally. You to Lord Luciusto 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 'em toward a supply of money ; let the request be fifty talents Flam. As you have said, my

Flav. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum-
Tim. Go, you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flavius.
Of whom, even to the State's best health, I have
Deserv'd this bearing; bid 'em send o’th' inftant
A thousand talents to me.

Flav. I've been bold,
(For that I knew it the most gen’sal way)
To them to use your fignet and your name;
But they do make their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.

Tim. Is’t true? can't be?

Flav. They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are forry-You are honourable But yet they could have wish't--they know not


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